Perfect Diamond Geniusness

Gonna take a page from Gayle the Burier and pretend I’m writing so that no-one else talks to me.
 
Rough, wonky pencil sketch of a carriage, scratched out.
 
It’s simple. No need to make it complicated.
 
Sketches of trees in a tenebrist style, also scratched out.
 
You find the angle and you lean into it. There’s only one way in, you have to wait for for it to show itself. When it opens up, you commit.
 
Quick impressionistic sketch of a grinning bonfire.
 
You throw yourself into the Demon’s mouth.
 
A horse, drawn rapidly but with care until apparently the pencil’s point broke and ruined a line and the whole thing was scratched out in frustration.
 
You go go go and you don’t stop and you don’t look back and you DEFINITELY don’t look to see who all’s dying around you because who the fuck needs that noise in their head. All there is is the path ahead of you and yeah it’s just a trick of the mind to shut everything else out but you keep going and you keep swinging until it IS the only thing, the path behind you that you’ve carved into the world, and everything is finally fucking quiet.
 
Point-of-view sketch of blurred trees rushing past on either side, heavily shadowed.
 
And I see the path now. So clear! So simple! 1) Retrieve dragon orb. 2) Make Davynn the half-dragon king of the kobolds. 3) Smash orb beneath Lorholt, or get one of kobold subjects to do it, in the sewers for maximum poetic justice. 4) Sit back, watch Chaos eat itself. 5) Swoop in at perfect moment with kobold army to restore Order and liberate city from foul reek of fecal tyranny.
 
Very stripped-down, geometrical sketch of a carriage, basically just squares and circles.
 
And who revealed this opening to me, this chink in the enemy’s armour, this route to the heart of Chaos? Annie! She just wandered past and dropped the last piece of the puzzle into my brain. Of course! Dragon under Lorholt! It’s so obvious now, it makes sense of EVERYTHING.
 
But then she had to ruin the moment by talking about friendship and trying to make me feel things because Annies gotta Annie. But no, it was a gift and I’m grateful. Should cut her some slack.
 
Stick figure dangling from a hangman’s noose. An arrow pointing to the figure helpfully labels it as X.
 
Complications: 1) The Sweetness & Light Brigade are not going to see perfect diamond RIGHTNESS of this path as clearly as I do. 2) Davynn getting uppity. 3) Annie’s officer accent. 4) The healing power of Friendship.
 
A carriage rushing through a dark forest of crazily leaning trees, the horse’s muscles carefully contoured but everything else very improvisational and haphazard, which only adds to the hectic nature of the scene. The carriage driver’s head is on fire.
 
Great goat-buggering Grennan, I’m so high right now.
 
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