Part I: Brunette Varna
Since there was some interest (and sorry if I disappoint), I finally dug out some of my old female fantasy warriors photos, did some reformatting, and uploaded them here.
Pieces from parted-out sets came together in a sort of semi-spontaneous kitbash, completed with some leather and paint work on my part. Since this was neither the film nor the comic book Red Sonja, I decided to provisionally call her Brunette Varna (sounded better than Brown or Auburn, and in the film Red Sonja has a sister named Varna), and I wanted to fit her out in a manner that would somewhat diminish the cliche scantilly-clad effect. Of course, in retrospect, this means I shouldn't have used the scale armor (which is nothing more than a fantasy rationalization of a modern swimsuit). I used black leather for better contrast with the silverish metal, and in retrospect this, too, might have been a mistake, as the result is a tad punkish/bikerish/dominatrix-ish. But I did stay away from the fantasy high-heeled boots, at least.
I arranged my photos into a mini photo essay below, complete with a little lame basic story to connect them. Hope you like it.
Brunette Varna in the Red Canyon
Once upon a time, Brunette Varna was riding through the Canyon of the Crescent Moon, when she heard some suspicious noises...
Rather than gallop off to the relative safety of the open plain, she dismounted her horse and got ready to take on her unseen enemy...
The noise got closer and closer, but, undaunted, she prepared to stand her ground.
Bring it on, she thought...
Come out and get me!
Getting closer...
And there he was... An uncouth, fur-clad barbarian, growling in uncivilized gibberish, and advancing on his prey... after all, she was only a woman... so what if she had fancy armor and weapons...
Little did he know that Hell hath no fury like an underestimated educated woman (especially one educated in the arts of war and equipped with superior weaponry). The predator became easy prey to Varna's skilled wrath. Within mere seconds he was on his ass in the sand, begging for mercy (who dresses like that on a first date anyway?)...
Varna did show mercy, but also decided to be practical and arrest her dastardly opponent (why not make some money while you can?). After all, did not wise master Bindusara always say, "Seize the opportunity presented!" So she tossed him a long chain and made him entangle himself in it, until securely bound...
He still grunted and growled in disagreement, but a few choice words of practical reason (and some stern looks and gestures with the battle axe) kept her prisoner on the leash, as it were...
Never letting her captive out of her sight, Varna began to secure the chain around her horse's saddle...
So off they went, Varna riding proudly on her stallion, the dumbfounded and bound barbarian dragging along on his chain. She had reached into the darkness and come out with treasure, or at least a few pieces of silver, the price for her would-be conqueror...
Ever the pious one, Varna took some time on her journey to thank the gods. While her captive was snoring, she drank a toast to the Lord of the Heavens from her handy drinking horn, and she ritually re-dedicated her longsword to Him in thanksgiving. A blessed sword would, after all, be all the more effective against any enemy...
#fantasy #satire #female #male #jiaou #tbleague #phicen #aci #story
Since there was some interest (and sorry if I disappoint), I finally dug out some of my old female fantasy warriors photos, did some reformatting, and uploaded them here.
Pieces from parted-out sets came together in a sort of semi-spontaneous kitbash, completed with some leather and paint work on my part. Since this was neither the film nor the comic book Red Sonja, I decided to provisionally call her Brunette Varna (sounded better than Brown or Auburn, and in the film Red Sonja has a sister named Varna), and I wanted to fit her out in a manner that would somewhat diminish the cliche scantilly-clad effect. Of course, in retrospect, this means I shouldn't have used the scale armor (which is nothing more than a fantasy rationalization of a modern swimsuit). I used black leather for better contrast with the silverish metal, and in retrospect this, too, might have been a mistake, as the result is a tad punkish/bikerish/dominatrix-ish. But I did stay away from the fantasy high-heeled boots, at least.
I arranged my photos into a mini photo essay below, complete with a little lame basic story to connect them. Hope you like it.
Brunette Varna in the Red Canyon
Once upon a time, Brunette Varna was riding through the Canyon of the Crescent Moon, when she heard some suspicious noises...
Rather than gallop off to the relative safety of the open plain, she dismounted her horse and got ready to take on her unseen enemy...
The noise got closer and closer, but, undaunted, she prepared to stand her ground.
Bring it on, she thought...
Come out and get me!
Getting closer...
And there he was... An uncouth, fur-clad barbarian, growling in uncivilized gibberish, and advancing on his prey... after all, she was only a woman... so what if she had fancy armor and weapons...
Little did he know that Hell hath no fury like an underestimated educated woman (especially one educated in the arts of war and equipped with superior weaponry). The predator became easy prey to Varna's skilled wrath. Within mere seconds he was on his ass in the sand, begging for mercy (who dresses like that on a first date anyway?)...
Varna did show mercy, but also decided to be practical and arrest her dastardly opponent (why not make some money while you can?). After all, did not wise master Bindusara always say, "Seize the opportunity presented!" So she tossed him a long chain and made him entangle himself in it, until securely bound...
He still grunted and growled in disagreement, but a few choice words of practical reason (and some stern looks and gestures with the battle axe) kept her prisoner on the leash, as it were...
Never letting her captive out of her sight, Varna began to secure the chain around her horse's saddle...
So off they went, Varna riding proudly on her stallion, the dumbfounded and bound barbarian dragging along on his chain. She had reached into the darkness and come out with treasure, or at least a few pieces of silver, the price for her would-be conqueror...
Ever the pious one, Varna took some time on her journey to thank the gods. While her captive was snoring, she drank a toast to the Lord of the Heavens from her handy drinking horn, and she ritually re-dedicated her longsword to Him in thanksgiving. A blessed sword would, after all, be all the more effective against any enemy...
#fantasy #satire #female #male #jiaou #tbleague #phicen #aci #story