My theatre group is putting on a production of Guards! Guards! in February in Sheffield, UK. It would be wonderful to meet the wider Discworld community that is hiding in the crevices
Ummm I literally just started reading Guards! Guards! And have become. Completely enamored with Lady Ramkin. Absolutely ensnared. Entangled in her chestnut wig. I had to draw her I’m in love with her.
She’s presumably over 6 feet tall, she’s a heiress and descendant of warriors, she’s an incredibly wealthy freak who has CHOSEN to breed mini swamp dragons (the breeding has nothing to do with her inherited wealth), she has lost all her hair to said dragons and decided to wear a wig, and she has an encyclopedic knowledge of all dragons, which she infodumps without remorse. What is not to like. Okay I’ll stop talking about her until I actually finish this book but know I will not stop Thinking about sitting in her lap
I love Lady Ramkin, and I kinda want to be her. She knows everything there is about dragons, gets along with pretty much everybody, wears extremely practical clothing, and scares people without any effort. She's basically a dragon biologist, which is a dream job if I've ever heard of one. I think she's neat.
Lady Ramkin is dragged to the city center to be chained to a rock to be served to the dragon. Where they got the rock is a bit of a mystery. Ankh Morpork is on loam.
I tried to keep from making Sybil look like a victim as much as possible.
Well, it helped that Sybil knew more or less everybody, or at least everybody who was female, of a certain age, and who had been to the Quirm College for Young Ladies at the same time as Sybil. There appeared to be hundreds of them. They all seemed to have names like Bunny or Bubbles, they kept in touch meticulously, they'd all married influential or powerful men, they all hugged one another when they met, and went on about the good old days in Form 3b or whatever, and if they acted together, they could probably run the world or, it occurred to Vimes, might already be doing so.
Prompts time! Had a couple requests for Lady Sybil! And then I added Vimes! And then it got rather romantic <3
I like to think this is just after they get back home, after some sort of official to-do (I imagine the helmet with plumes and the wig are discarded somewhere in a corner XD)
@stuffbyshelby2 and @koncussionkat, thanks for the Sybil prompts!
Annnd references:
- for drawing no. 1 by @adorkastock
- for drawing no. 2 by The Pose Archives
Even shorn of her layers of protective clothing, Lady Sybil Ramkin was still toweringly big. When she spoke, every word was like a hearty slap on the back and clanged with the aristocratic self-assurance of the totally well-bred. The vowel sounds alone would have cut teak. She had a mass of chestnut hair; a wig Vimes learned later. No-one who had much to do with dragons kept their own hair for long.
Sybil has ‘talked wicked young and spoke at an adult level by age three’ autism, and Vetinari has ‘didn’t talk until age five and casually started speaking like an adult one day’ autism.
Lady Ramkin appeared. He got a brief, blurred vision of her bounding through the doorway, screaming, and it might’ve been the last thing he remembered if a guard hadn’t had the presence of mind to trip her up as she hurtled down the steps.
Guards! Guards! Page 320
The dragon's diet consists of maidens of high birth. But this is Ankh Morpork and maidens are hard to find. So the day watch is sent to find the most high-born maiden in the city, Lady Ramkin. She doesn't go quietly.
It was tricky fitting this scene into this setting and probably would work better in a letterbox format. Still, I was mostly happy with how it turned out.