A scene from in the VIP pit of a Lancer mech duel in the Grand Arena of Throne Karrakis. Colorful pennants sway in the breeze high above the stadium. Huge shades that look like translucent petals shade the spectators, seated in the sandy white gallery stands. The architecture flows and curves rather than being rectilinear or purely circular. Pointed archways from the main arcade level. Ornate fluorescent light chandeliers light up the shaded stands. On the Field, a massive black Lancer frame lunges forward with a black broadsword, boosted forward with back-mounted rockets. A red ponytail flows from its helm. Parrying the blow in a shower of sparks is a sage green Lancer frame with a curved scimitar-like sword. It pirouettes on digitigrade legs, its blue cape tails swirling in the arena dust. It is adorned with golden filigree. In the pit, two factions face off, each representing their frame in demeanor and attire. On the left, matched with the black knight mecha, a cadre of nobles (perhaps from the House of Stone), all in black and red and metal and furs, stand haughtily. The main one raises her whiskey glass in smug superiority. She has dark skin and an undercut hairstyle of red hair. Next to her is an older man, bald and bearded, with dark skin and a grumpy expression. On the right, representing perhaps the House of Glass, a rakish young noble lifts his wine glass in mocking salute. He has twin swords on his belt and an orange cape. Next to him is a beautiful noblewoman in a dress covered in rose-like flowers. a chain veil covers her face. Behind them, vidscreens show alternate angles of the mech duel, including shots from the cockpits of each frame, showing the determination and effort of each Lancer that pilots them.
Illustration of a dropship attempting a landing in a hot LZ. It's dodging flak airbursts but a ground based laser weapon has sheared off its starboard control surface.
An Everest-pattern Lancer frame, destroyed in battle, kneeling in a snowy, ashy battlefield in the middle of a ruined city under an overcast sky. The pilot huddles near a portable heater nestled between the frame's legs.
a lancer frame in a Karrakin Trade Barony noble house. Its kneeling on a plinth, against a backdrop of a golden relief mural of the Baronic families history. Its sword is emblazoned with the quote: "Do not wield me without reason, nor sheathe me without honor." In front, the royal scions play with a ball, running past it. Their worried nursemaids and a nanny drone follow the children in a panic.
I'm E. M. Fields, illustrator, comic artist, and graphic designer. I'm currently closed for private commissions, but I'm always looking for pro work in TTRPGs, VGs, and comics. I do covers, interior work, concept art, steam banners, mktg materials & more!
emfieldsart@gmail.com
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