Hoid Slayer He/Him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 (edited) So, I tried to do this a while back, due to some requests from people on my Wind and Truth trailer concept (here for those who haven't read it, you definitely should, this is definitely not me advertising myself ), but I didn't really get into it. However, recently, I decided to give it another try inspired by the new TV announcement and a dream I had - yes, folks, part of this came from a dream. This is not a drill. I believe @VieB13 in particular expressed interest in this Here, I took some more creative liberties, especially with the voiceover (first one in the series, had to get some exposition in there somehow and I ain't mining a thousand page book I can't find a free pdf of) Same rules: Words in red describe the sound playing; normal words describe what's on the screen. Voiceover sound generally corresponds to the scene below it. For most of the trailer, listen to Victory by Two Steps From Hell. For the final chunk, listen to the second half of FEAR by NF - I'll mention it when we get there. Needless to say, spoilers for the Way of Kings ahead: ... (black screen) Silence. Out of the darkness, the slow, mournful whistle of a lone flute. The whistle ends, and a light breath is heard. Hoid's voice: Let me tell you a story. (Black.) (Quick flash of a burning battlefield, a red sky and corpses littered over the scorched ruins of a field. Strong crackling. Then the black and silence return.) Milennia ago, the Heralds protected humanity. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, we see the boots of a man, walking steadily amid the destruction.) (Flash back to black). Immortal warriors, they founded the Knights Radiant, a holy order that stood between humanity and the ones they called Voidbringers. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. The boots step over a human corpse with its eyes burned out, light rising from its flesh, mouth open in a gaping scream of death.) (Flash back to black). Then one day, the Heralds and Voidbringers fought for the final time, and humanity prevailed. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, the camera finally pans up from the floor, revealing the back of the booted warrior - a man in purple robes and armor, carrying a blade of light and walking steadily towards a blurred, brilliant figure atop an outcropping.) (Flash back to black). A child's voice interjects: Then what happened? With the Heralds? (Black.) (Flash back to battlefield. The man in purple reaches the figure on the outcropping, whose face unblurs to reveal a weary, bloodstained king. The king looks down, and camera pans to the face of the man in purple a twisted expression of pain.) Hoid: The Heralds left. (Camera zooms into Kalak's worried eyes, before fading to black.) And the Knights Radiant were soon to follow. (A couple seconds of darkness.) Music begins. (The darkness fades out to reveal a bird’s eye perspective of highlord armies, humans the size of ants, lining up for a border skirmish.) Dalinar's voice: Our kingdom is fragmented. Within our borders, Highlords squabble, failing to see the real threat that lurks in wait. (Land perspective of the skirmish. Before one of the armies, a Brightlord in brilliant shardplate rides a horse in front of his ranks. Closeup on the face of a spearman (Kaladin), sweat running down his face behind his helmet, prepared for battle.) In the Shattered Plains, we war a foe we can hardly see, a foe that has eluded us for six years now. (As human forces approach far too slowly, Parshendi harvest a gemheart, and with the signal of a Shardbearer of their own, flee.) (A chasmfiend rises from a chasm in front of a squad of humans, and Shardbearers begin to charge it.) And beyond our borders, forces beyond our comprehension amass, prepared to seize upon our weakness. (Surrounded by sailors, Shallan sketches on the boat arriving in Kharbranth, Creationspren rising around her as the massive city comes into view.) Elhokar's voice: You do not trust me. (Elhokar and Dalinar race Ryshadium in Shardplate, stopping to overlook the expanse of the Shattered Plains. Elhokar turns to Dalinar and laughs.) (Scene smoothly transitions into a tense discussion between Elhokar and Dalinar overlooking a sunset over the warcamps from a palace terrace. Camera rotates to focus on Dalinar, who clenches the railing.) Dalinar: Elhokar, I WILL protect you. (Camera focuses on Elhokar, who looks up at Dalinar with peircing eyes.) Elhokar: As you protected my father? (A cloaked man in white stalks down a dimly lit corridor. As two guards approach him, he pulls out a shardblade and cuts them down, not breaking his pace, absorbing light into himself.) Lirin's voice: There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives. (Szeth’s slaughter smoothly transitions into the border skirmish, as Kaladin fights his way through a bloody battlefield, cutting another man down.) Young Kaladin: And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives? (Kaladin stops fighting, and spots a boy (Cenn) struggling, an enemy soldier standing over him. Kaladin screams and runs, but he gets jostled, having to fight his way through.) Lirin: That's like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can't protect by killing. (Kaladin is shoved to the floor, and when he recovers, he crawls over to a dead Cenn. He holds him in his arms, a pained expression on his face, and the shot smoothly transitions to an identical position of Kaladin holding a dead bridgeman in his arms, looking around at the death and destruction on the Shattered Plains.) Dalinar: A man's emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. (An arena crowd goes wild as a blonde shardbearer, Adolin Kholin, holds up the shattered helmet of an opponent, heaving.) To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child. (In the stands, Sadeas casually sips a cup of wine.) (Close up on Adolin as he walks away from a squad of people who laugh at him, holding back his urge to fight.) Jasnah: When we are young, we want simple answers. (Shallan steps into the Palaneum, gazing around in awe, the camera rotating around her.) The older we grow, the more we question. We begin to ask why. (Shallan sketches a drawing of Taravangian, but the cryptics begin to appear.) (Shallan kneels on a floor stained with blood, looking down at her hands in fear.) Music dims. (This is the part where you put on FEAR by NF, timestamp 1:56 - when the piano comes in) (Screen shadows, then light slowly reappears to show Kaladin standing over the Honor Chasm. His body, soaked by rain, slightly trembles as he tries to build the courage to take the step.) (Quick flashes of memories. Young Kaladin laughs, chasing cremlings with his little brother. Old Kaladin clenches his fists. Young Kaladin dances with the spear, performing for a giggling Laral. Old Kaladin shuts his eyes. Young Kaladin helps his mother patch a roof in the weeping. Old Kaladin grimaces. Then lifts his foot, and begins to step out onto the void.) (Fast forward to timestamp 3:09) Sleepless: There are four whom we watch. (The Highlord armies from the border skirmish raise signals, and the two forces begin to rush at each other.) The first is the surgeon, forced to put aside healing to become a soldier in the most brutal war of our time. (On the screen appear first the marching feet, then the faces and at last the full picture of Bridge 4, Kaladin at its head, marching towards a plateau. Gaz points with his blade and releases a battle cry, and the bridgemen run straight into a descending wave of Parshendi arrows.) The second is the assassin, a murderer who weeps as he kills. (Szeth flies down a stormlit passageway, the lights going out behind him. In another shot, he duels Gavilar, blades clashing with godly might.) The third is the liar, a young woman who wears a scholar’s mantle over the heart of a thief. (Shallan watches as Jasnah soulcasts a wall in the Palaneum. In another shot, Shallan eyes Jasnah’s soulcaster lying alone on the bathing room counter.) The last is the highprince, a warlord whose eyes have opened to the past as his thirst for battle wanes. (Dalinar bursts out of a medieval cottage to see shadowy beasts demolishing a burning town. He is powerless, and the beasts begin to encroach upon him. In another scene, in the rain, Dalinar smashes the latrine pit with his warhammer, again and again and again.) The world can change. (As the chasmfiend from the previous scene fully emerges from the chasm, a Shardbearer outstretches their hand.) (Axies the Collector, wearing nothing but a towel, watches as a massive spren emerges from the sea.) Surgebinding and Shardwielding can return. (In a dark Kharbranth alley, Jasnah fingers her soulcaster as she and Shallan are surrounded by bandits.) (Kaladin performs a kata in the caverns, watched by curious bridgemen.) The magics of ancient days can become ours again. (The Shardblade forms in the shardbearer’s hands, and they slash at the chasmfiend’s legs. The blade cuts, and the beast screams.) (Szeth looks up on a rainy night, the rain washing his tears.) (The chasmfiend tries to strike down… and the screen goes black. Music goes silent. Heartbeats sound. Then, suddenly, the music peaks, and the black fades to reveal a man in Shardplate holding up the massive claw.) Black screen w/caption: Witness the defining cinematic event of the decade. (Quick montage, scenes flowing into each other. Kaladin rides the storm. Shallan falls into a sea of beads. Kalak slams his blade into the stone. Dalinar strikes blades with the Parshendi Shardbearer. Szeth and Gavilar fall together. Jezrien slams his blade into the stone.) Music dims, and becomes mournful. (Jezrien takes one last look at the ten blades, then walks away. Screen blurs and fades to black.) Music ends. Hoid: Three of sixteen ruled... but now the broken one reigns. Edited January 31 by Hoid Slayer Edit: Changed Shallan’s “painting” to “sketching” 9
Kansas Stormcursed he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 16 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: So, I tried to do this a while back, due to some requests from people on my Wind and Truth trailer concept (here for those who haven't read it, you definitely should, this is definitely not me advertising myself ), but I didn't really get into it. However, recently, I decided to give it another try inspired by the new TV announcement and a dream I had - yes, folks, part of this came from a dream. This is not a drill. I believe @VieB13 in particular expressed interest in this Here, I took some more creative liberties, especially with the voiceover (first one in the series, had to get some exposition in there somehow and I ain't mining a thousand page book I can't find a free pdf of) Same rules: Words in red describe the sound playing; normal words describe what's on the screen. Voiceover sound generally corresponds to the scene below it. For most of the trailer, listen to Victory by Two Steps From Hell. For the final chunk, listen to the second half of FEAR by NF - I'll mention it when we get there. Needless to say, spoilers for the Way of Kings ahead: ... (black screen) Silence. Out of the darkness, the slow, mournful whistle of a lone flute. The whistle ends, and a light breath is heard. Hoid's voice: Let me tell you a story. (Black.) (Quick flash of a burning battlefield, a red sky and corpses littered over the scorched ruins of a field. Strong crackling. Then the black and silence return.) Milennia ago, the Heralds protected humanity. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, we see the boots of a man, walking steadily amid the destruction.) (Flash back to black). Immortal warriors, they founded the Knights Radiant, a holy order that stood between humanity and the ones they called Voidbringers. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. The boots step over a human corpse with its eyes burned out, light rising from its flesh, mouth open in a gaping scream of death.) (Flash back to black). Then one day, the Heralds and Voidbringers fought for the final time, and humanity prevailed. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, the camera finally pans up from the floor, revealing the back of the booted warrior - a man in purple robes and armor, carrying a blade of light and walking steadily towards a blurred, brilliant figure atop an outcropping.) (Flash back to black). A child's voice interjects: Then what happened? With the Heralds? (Black.) (Flash back to battlefield. The man in purple reaches the figure on the outcropping, whose face unblurs to reveal a weary, bloodstained king. The king looks down, and camera pans to the face of the man in purple a twisted expression of pain.) Hoid: The Heralds left. (Camera zooms into Kalak's worried eyes, before fading to black.) And the Knights Radiant were soon to follow. (A couple seconds of darkness.) Music begins. (The darkness fades out to reveal a bird’s eye perspective of highlord armies, humans the size of ants, lining up for a border skirmish.) Dalinar's voice: Our kingdom is fragmented. Within our borders, Highlords squabble, failing to see the real threat that lurks in wait. (Land perspective of the skirmish. Before one of the armies, a Brightlord in brilliant shardplate rides a horse in front of his ranks. Closeup on the face of a spearman (Kaladin), sweat running down his face behind his helmet, prepared for battle.) In the Shattered Plains, we war a foe we can hardly see, a foe that has eluded us for six years now. (As human forces approach far too slowly, Parshendi harvest a gemheart, and with the signal of a Shardbearer of their own, flee.) (A chasmfiend rises from a chasm in front of a squad of humans, and Shardbearers begin to charge it.) And beyond our borders, forces beyond our comprehension amass, prepared to seize upon our weakness. (Surrounded by sailors, Shallan paints on the boat arriving in Kharbranth, the massive city coming into view.) Elhokar's voice: You do not trust me. (Elhokar and Dalinar race Ryshadium in Shardplate, stopping to overlook the expanse of the Shattered Plains. Elhokar turns to Dalinar and laughs.) (Scene smoothly transitions into a tense discussion between Elhokar and Dalinar overlooking a sunset over the warcamps from a palace terrace. Camera rotates to focus on Dalinar, who clenches the railing.) Dalinar: Elhokar, I WILL protect you. (Camera focuses on Elhokar, who looks up at Dalinar with peircing eyes.) Elhokar: As you protected my father? (A cloaked man in white stalks down a dimly lit corridor. As two guards approach him, he pulls out a shardblade and cuts them down, not breaking his pace, absorbing light into himself.) Lirin's voice: There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives. (Szeth’s slaughter smoothly transitions into the border skirmish, as Kaladin fights his way through a bloody battlefield, cutting another man down.) Young Kaladin: And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives? (Kaladin stops fighting, and spots a boy (Cenn) struggling, an enemy soldier standing over him. Kaladin screams and runs, but he gets jostled, having to fight his way through.) Lirin: That's like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can't protect by killing. (Kaladin is shoved to the floor, and when he recovers, he crawls over to a dead Cenn. He holds him in his arms, a pained expression on his face, and the shot smoothly transitions to an identical position of Kaladin holding a dead bridgeman in his arms, looking around at the death and destruction on the Shattered Plains.) Dalinar: A man's emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. (An arena crowd goes wild as a blonde shardbearer, Adolin Kholin, holds up the shattered helmet of an opponent, heaving.) To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child. (In the stands, Sadeas casually sips a cup of wine.) (Close up on Adolin as he walks away from a squad of people who laugh at him, holding back his urge to fight.) Jasnah: When we are young, we want simple answers. (Shallan steps into the Palaneum, gazing around in awe, the camera rotating around her.) The older we grow, the more we question. We begin to ask why. (Shallan sketches a painting of Taravangian, but the cryptics begin to appear.) (Shallan kneels on a floor stained with blood, looking down at her hands in fear.) Music dims. (This is the part where you put on FEAR by NF, timestamp 1:56 - when the piano comes in) (Screen shadows, then light slowly reappears to show Kaladin standing over the Honor Chasm. His body, soaked by rain, slightly trembles as he tries to build the courage to take the step.) (Quick flashes of memories. Young Kaladin laughs, chasing cremlings with his little brother. Old Kaladin clenches his fists. Young Kaladin dances with the spear, performing for a giggling Laral. Old Kaladin shuts his eyes. Young Kaladin helps his mother patch a roof in the weeping. Old Kaladin grimaces. Then lifts his foot, and begins to step out onto the void.) (Fast forward to timestamp 3:09) Sleepless: There are four whom we watch. (The Highlord armies from the border skirmish raise signals, and the two forces begin to rush at each other.) The first is the surgeon, forced to put aside healing to become a soldier in the most brutal war of our time. (On the screen appear first the marching feet, then the faces and at last the full picture of Bridge 4, Kaladin at its head, marching towards a plateau. Gaz points with his blade and releases a battle cry, and the bridgemen run straight into a descending wave of Parshendi arrows.) The second is the assassin, a murderer who weeps as he kills. (Szeth flies down a stormlit passageway, the lights going out behind him. In another shot, he duels Gavilar, blades clashing with godly might.) The third is the liar, a young woman who wears a scholar’s mantle over the heart of a thief. (Shallan watches as Jasnah soulcasts a wall in the Palaneum. In another shot, Shallan eyes Jasnah’s soulcaster lying alone on the bathing room counter.) The last is the highprince, a warlord whose eyes have opened to the past as his thirst for battle wanes. (Dalinar bursts out of a medieval cottage to see shadowy beasts demolishing a burning town. He is powerless, and the beasts begin to encroach upon him. In another scene, in the rain, Dalinar smashes the latrine pit with his warhammer, again and again and again.) The world can change. (As the chasmfiend from the previous scene fully emerges from the chasm, a Shardbearer outstretches their hand.) (Axies the Collector, wearing nothing but a towel, watches as a massive spren emerges from the sea.) Surgebinding and Shardwielding can return. (In a dark Kharbranth alley, Jasnah fingers her soulcaster as she and Shallan are surrounded by bandits.) (Kaladin performs a kata in the caverns, watched by curious bridgemen.) The magics of ancient days can become ours again. (The Shardblade forms in the shardbearer’s hands, and they slash at the chasmfiend’s legs. The blade cuts, and the beast screams.) (Szeth looks up on a rainy night, the rain washing his tears.) (The chasmfiend tries to strike down… and the screen goes black. Music goes silent. Heartbeats sound. Then, suddenly, the music peaks, and the black fades to reveal a man in Shardplate holding up the massive claw.) Black screen w/caption: Witness the defining cinematic event of the decade. (Quick montage, scenes flowing into each other. Kaladin rides the storm. Shallan falls into a sea of beads. Kalak slams his blade into the stone. Dalinar strikes blades with the Parshendi Shardbearer. Szeth and Gavilar fall together. Jezrien slams his blade into the stone.) Music dims, and becomes mournful. (Jezrien takes one last look at the ten blades, then walks away. Screen blurs and fades to black.) Music ends. Hoid: Three of sixteen ruled... but now the broken one reigns. Damn Dude This is sick 1
CoderDrag0n8 He/They Posted January 31 Posted January 31 19 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: So, I tried to do this a while back, due to some requests from people on my Wind and Truth trailer concept (here for those who haven't read it, you definitely should, this is definitely not me advertising myself ), but I didn't really get into it. However, recently, I decided to give it another try inspired by the new TV announcement and a dream I had - yes, folks, part of this came from a dream. This is not a drill. I believe @VieB13 in particular expressed interest in this Here, I took some more creative liberties, especially with the voiceover (first one in the series, had to get some exposition in there somehow and I ain't mining a thousand page book I can't find a free pdf of) Same rules: Words in red describe the sound playing; normal words describe what's on the screen. Voiceover sound generally corresponds to the scene below it. For most of the trailer, listen to Victory by Two Steps From Hell. For the final chunk, listen to the second half of FEAR by NF - I'll mention it when we get there. Needless to say, spoilers for the Way of Kings ahead: ... (black screen) Silence. Out of the darkness, the slow, mournful whistle of a lone flute. The whistle ends, and a light breath is heard. Hoid's voice: Let me tell you a story. (Black.) (Quick flash of a burning battlefield, a red sky and corpses littered over the scorched ruins of a field. Strong crackling. Then the black and silence return.) Milennia ago, the Heralds protected humanity. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, we see the boots of a man, walking steadily amid the destruction.) (Flash back to black). Immortal warriors, they founded the Knights Radiant, a holy order that stood between humanity and the ones they called Voidbringers. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. The boots step over a human corpse with its eyes burned out, light rising from its flesh, mouth open in a gaping scream of death.) (Flash back to black). Then one day, the Heralds and Voidbringers fought for the final time, and humanity prevailed. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, the camera finally pans up from the floor, revealing the back of the booted warrior - a man in purple robes and armor, carrying a blade of light and walking steadily towards a blurred, brilliant figure atop an outcropping.) (Flash back to black). A child's voice interjects: Then what happened? With the Heralds? (Black.) (Flash back to battlefield. The man in purple reaches the figure on the outcropping, whose face unblurs to reveal a weary, bloodstained king. The king looks down, and camera pans to the face of the man in purple a twisted expression of pain.) Hoid: The Heralds left. (Camera zooms into Kalak's worried eyes, before fading to black.) And the Knights Radiant were soon to follow. (A couple seconds of darkness.) Music begins. (The darkness fades out to reveal a bird’s eye perspective of highlord armies, humans the size of ants, lining up for a border skirmish.) Dalinar's voice: Our kingdom is fragmented. Within our borders, Highlords squabble, failing to see the real threat that lurks in wait. (Land perspective of the skirmish. Before one of the armies, a Brightlord in brilliant shardplate rides a horse in front of his ranks. Closeup on the face of a spearman (Kaladin), sweat running down his face behind his helmet, prepared for battle.) In the Shattered Plains, we war a foe we can hardly see, a foe that has eluded us for six years now. (As human forces approach far too slowly, Parshendi harvest a gemheart, and with the signal of a Shardbearer of their own, flee.) (A chasmfiend rises from a chasm in front of a squad of humans, and Shardbearers begin to charge it.) And beyond our borders, forces beyond our comprehension amass, prepared to seize upon our weakness. (Surrounded by sailors, Shallan paints on the boat arriving in Kharbranth, the massive city coming into view.) Elhokar's voice: You do not trust me. (Elhokar and Dalinar race Ryshadium in Shardplate, stopping to overlook the expanse of the Shattered Plains. Elhokar turns to Dalinar and laughs.) (Scene smoothly transitions into a tense discussion between Elhokar and Dalinar overlooking a sunset over the warcamps from a palace terrace. Camera rotates to focus on Dalinar, who clenches the railing.) Dalinar: Elhokar, I WILL protect you. (Camera focuses on Elhokar, who looks up at Dalinar with peircing eyes.) Elhokar: As you protected my father? (A cloaked man in white stalks down a dimly lit corridor. As two guards approach him, he pulls out a shardblade and cuts them down, not breaking his pace, absorbing light into himself.) Lirin's voice: There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives. (Szeth’s slaughter smoothly transitions into the border skirmish, as Kaladin fights his way through a bloody battlefield, cutting another man down.) Young Kaladin: And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives? (Kaladin stops fighting, and spots a boy (Cenn) struggling, an enemy soldier standing over him. Kaladin screams and runs, but he gets jostled, having to fight his way through.) Lirin: That's like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can't protect by killing. (Kaladin is shoved to the floor, and when he recovers, he crawls over to a dead Cenn. He holds him in his arms, a pained expression on his face, and the shot smoothly transitions to an identical position of Kaladin holding a dead bridgeman in his arms, looking around at the death and destruction on the Shattered Plains.) Dalinar: A man's emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. (An arena crowd goes wild as a blonde shardbearer, Adolin Kholin, holds up the shattered helmet of an opponent, heaving.) To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child. (In the stands, Sadeas casually sips a cup of wine.) (Close up on Adolin as he walks away from a squad of people who laugh at him, holding back his urge to fight.) Jasnah: When we are young, we want simple answers. (Shallan steps into the Palaneum, gazing around in awe, the camera rotating around her.) The older we grow, the more we question. We begin to ask why. (Shallan sketches a painting of Taravangian, but the cryptics begin to appear.) (Shallan kneels on a floor stained with blood, looking down at her hands in fear.) Music dims. (This is the part where you put on FEAR by NF, timestamp 1:56 - when the piano comes in) (Screen shadows, then light slowly reappears to show Kaladin standing over the Honor Chasm. His body, soaked by rain, slightly trembles as he tries to build the courage to take the step.) (Quick flashes of memories. Young Kaladin laughs, chasing cremlings with his little brother. Old Kaladin clenches his fists. Young Kaladin dances with the spear, performing for a giggling Laral. Old Kaladin shuts his eyes. Young Kaladin helps his mother patch a roof in the weeping. Old Kaladin grimaces. Then lifts his foot, and begins to step out onto the void.) (Fast forward to timestamp 3:09) Sleepless: There are four whom we watch. (The Highlord armies from the border skirmish raise signals, and the two forces begin to rush at each other.) The first is the surgeon, forced to put aside healing to become a soldier in the most brutal war of our time. (On the screen appear first the marching feet, then the faces and at last the full picture of Bridge 4, Kaladin at its head, marching towards a plateau. Gaz points with his blade and releases a battle cry, and the bridgemen run straight into a descending wave of Parshendi arrows.) The second is the assassin, a murderer who weeps as he kills. (Szeth flies down a stormlit passageway, the lights going out behind him. In another shot, he duels Gavilar, blades clashing with godly might.) The third is the liar, a young woman who wears a scholar’s mantle over the heart of a thief. (Shallan watches as Jasnah soulcasts a wall in the Palaneum. In another shot, Shallan eyes Jasnah’s soulcaster lying alone on the bathing room counter.) The last is the highprince, a warlord whose eyes have opened to the past as his thirst for battle wanes. (Dalinar bursts out of a medieval cottage to see shadowy beasts demolishing a burning town. He is powerless, and the beasts begin to encroach upon him. In another scene, in the rain, Dalinar smashes the latrine pit with his warhammer, again and again and again.) The world can change. (As the chasmfiend from the previous scene fully emerges from the chasm, a Shardbearer outstretches their hand.) (Axies the Collector, wearing nothing but a towel, watches as a massive spren emerges from the sea.) Surgebinding and Shardwielding can return. (In a dark Kharbranth alley, Jasnah fingers her soulcaster as she and Shallan are surrounded by bandits.) (Kaladin performs a kata in the caverns, watched by curious bridgemen.) The magics of ancient days can become ours again. (The Shardblade forms in the shardbearer’s hands, and they slash at the chasmfiend’s legs. The blade cuts, and the beast screams.) (Szeth looks up on a rainy night, the rain washing his tears.) (The chasmfiend tries to strike down… and the screen goes black. Music goes silent. Heartbeats sound. Then, suddenly, the music peaks, and the black fades to reveal a man in Shardplate holding up the massive claw.) Black screen w/caption: Witness the defining cinematic event of the decade. (Quick montage, scenes flowing into each other. Kaladin rides the storm. Shallan falls into a sea of beads. Kalak slams his blade into the stone. Dalinar strikes blades with the Parshendi Shardbearer. Szeth and Gavilar fall together. Jezrien slams his blade into the stone.) Music dims, and becomes mournful. (Jezrien takes one last look at the ten blades, then walks away. Screen blurs and fades to black.) Music ends. Hoid: Three of sixteen ruled... but now the broken one reigns. CHILLS AGAIN DANG HOW YOU SO GOOD AT THIS 1
Usseewa ✾ They♡??? ✾ Posted January 31 Posted January 31 (edited) 51 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: (Surrounded by sailors, Shallan paints on the boat arriving in Kharbranth, the massive city coming into view.) Does Shallan paint? I haven't read WoK in months so yeah, but I always remember her sketching. 51 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: (Kaladin is shoved to the floor, and when he recovers, he crawls over to a dead Cenn. He holds him in his arms, a pained expression on his face, and the shot smoothly transitions to an identical position of Kaladin holding a dead bridgeman in his arms, looking around at the death and destruction on the Shattered Plains.) U sure that's canon? I guess u just skipped the horse part? I LOVE the whole thing about showing Kal's whole struggle with everyone dieing tho. With the Cenn->Bridgeman. 51 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: In another scene, in the rain, Dalinar smashes the latrine pit with his warhammer, again and again and again.) Omg i forgot abt that scene! It was great! I think 51 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: (The Shardblade forms in the shardbearer’s hands, and they slash at the chasmfiend’s legs. The blade cuts, and the beast screams Poor chasmfiend that brought tears to my eyes. especially after reading WaT then a few tears actually ran down my cheeks... 51 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said: Black screen w/caption: Witness the defining cinematic event of the decade. Huh? overall, epic!!!! very emotional, like last time. gave me chilllsss. music was epic. i loved the choice of 2nd half FEAR. 'specially how it fits in with Honor Chasm... great choice. (though my quarrel is that i cant read as fast as the scenes would be, so i have to play the music a few times) i rlly loved it!! great work! Edited January 31 by Usseewa 1
Hoid Slayer He/Him Posted January 31 Author Posted January 31 1 hour ago, CoderDrag0n8 said: CHILLS AGAIN DANG HOW YOU SO GOOD AT THIS Hehehe A magician never reveals his secrets (although the will to procrastinate homework helps) 30 minutes ago, Usseewa said: Does Shallan paint? I haven't read WoK in months so yeah, but I always remember her sketching. I meant sketching lemme fix that real quick 31 minutes ago, Usseewa said: U sure that's canon? I guess u just skipped the horse part? I LOVE the whole thing about showing Kal's whole struggle with everyone dieing tho. With the Cenn->Bridgeman. I'm not sure its canon Like I said, I did make slight changes (the exposition about Heralds and Knights Radiant and Dalinar's warnings to Elhokar came mostly off the top of my head - but funny enough, I was holding my copy of the Way of Kings to try to skim a little and get inspo and I literally just happened to open it up to a discussion between Dalinar and Elhokar, so I can tell you for sure that "I will protect you" and "as you protected my father?" are direct quotes) 33 minutes ago, Usseewa said: Omg i forgot abt that scene! It was great! I think I forgot too found it while looking through the Coppermind's WoK chapter summary while actually looking for something else) 33 minutes ago, Usseewa said: Huh? Being hopeful? 34 minutes ago, Usseewa said: (though my quarrel is that i cant read as fast as the scenes would be, so i have to play the music a few times) Imagine what it's like for me writing it I swear I listened to like two hours of FEAR today, and then for a while I was considering Zombie by the Cranberries but it didn't really fit the mood 1
Through The Living Ash he/him Posted January 31 Posted January 31 3 hours ago, Hoid Slayer said: So, I tried to do this a while back, due to some requests from people on my Wind and Truth trailer concept (here for those who haven't read it, you definitely should, this is definitely not me advertising myself ), but I didn't really get into it. However, recently, I decided to give it another try inspired by the new TV announcement and a dream I had - yes, folks, part of this came from a dream. This is not a drill. I believe @VieB13 in particular expressed interest in this Here, I took some more creative liberties, especially with the voiceover (first one in the series, had to get some exposition in there somehow and I ain't mining a thousand page book I can't find a free pdf of) Same rules: Words in red describe the sound playing; normal words describe what's on the screen. Voiceover sound generally corresponds to the scene below it. For most of the trailer, listen to Victory by Two Steps From Hell. For the final chunk, listen to the second half of FEAR by NF - I'll mention it when we get there. Needless to say, spoilers for the Way of Kings ahead: ... (black screen) Silence. Out of the darkness, the slow, mournful whistle of a lone flute. The whistle ends, and a light breath is heard. Hoid's voice: Let me tell you a story. (Black.) (Quick flash of a burning battlefield, a red sky and corpses littered over the scorched ruins of a field. Strong crackling. Then the black and silence return.) Milennia ago, the Heralds protected humanity. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, we see the boots of a man, walking steadily amid the destruction.) (Flash back to black). Immortal warriors, they founded the Knights Radiant, a holy order that stood between humanity and the ones they called Voidbringers. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. The boots step over a human corpse with its eyes burned out, light rising from its flesh, mouth open in a gaping scream of death.) (Flash back to black). Then one day, the Heralds and Voidbringers fought for the final time, and humanity prevailed. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, the camera finally pans up from the floor, revealing the back of the booted warrior - a man in purple robes and armor, carrying a blade of light and walking steadily towards a blurred, brilliant figure atop an outcropping.) (Flash back to black). A child's voice interjects: Then what happened? With the Heralds? (Black.) (Flash back to battlefield. The man in purple reaches the figure on the outcropping, whose face unblurs to reveal a weary, bloodstained king. The king looks down, and camera pans to the face of the man in purple a twisted expression of pain.) Hoid: The Heralds left. (Camera zooms into Kalak's worried eyes, before fading to black.) And the Knights Radiant were soon to follow. (A couple seconds of darkness.) Music begins. (The darkness fades out to reveal a bird’s eye perspective of highlord armies, humans the size of ants, lining up for a border skirmish.) Dalinar's voice: Our kingdom is fragmented. Within our borders, Highlords squabble, failing to see the real threat that lurks in wait. (Land perspective of the skirmish. Before one of the armies, a Brightlord in brilliant shardplate rides a horse in front of his ranks. Closeup on the face of a spearman (Kaladin), sweat running down his face behind his helmet, prepared for battle.) In the Shattered Plains, we war a foe we can hardly see, a foe that has eluded us for six years now. (As human forces approach far too slowly, Parshendi harvest a gemheart, and with the signal of a Shardbearer of their own, flee.) (A chasmfiend rises from a chasm in front of a squad of humans, and Shardbearers begin to charge it.) And beyond our borders, forces beyond our comprehension amass, prepared to seize upon our weakness. (Surrounded by sailors, Shallan paints on the boat arriving in Kharbranth, the massive city coming into view.) Elhokar's voice: You do not trust me. (Elhokar and Dalinar race Ryshadium in Shardplate, stopping to overlook the expanse of the Shattered Plains. Elhokar turns to Dalinar and laughs.) (Scene smoothly transitions into a tense discussion between Elhokar and Dalinar overlooking a sunset over the warcamps from a palace terrace. Camera rotates to focus on Dalinar, who clenches the railing.) Dalinar: Elhokar, I WILL protect you. (Camera focuses on Elhokar, who looks up at Dalinar with peircing eyes.) Elhokar: As you protected my father? (A cloaked man in white stalks down a dimly lit corridor. As two guards approach him, he pulls out a shardblade and cuts them down, not breaking his pace, absorbing light into himself.) Lirin's voice: There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives. (Szeth’s slaughter smoothly transitions into the border skirmish, as Kaladin fights his way through a bloody battlefield, cutting another man down.) Young Kaladin: And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives? (Kaladin stops fighting, and spots a boy (Cenn) struggling, an enemy soldier standing over him. Kaladin screams and runs, but he gets jostled, having to fight his way through.) Lirin: That's like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can't protect by killing. (Kaladin is shoved to the floor, and when he recovers, he crawls over to a dead Cenn. He holds him in his arms, a pained expression on his face, and the shot smoothly transitions to an identical position of Kaladin holding a dead bridgeman in his arms, looking around at the death and destruction on the Shattered Plains.) Dalinar: A man's emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. (An arena crowd goes wild as a blonde shardbearer, Adolin Kholin, holds up the shattered helmet of an opponent, heaving.) To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child. (In the stands, Sadeas casually sips a cup of wine.) (Close up on Adolin as he walks away from a squad of people who laugh at him, holding back his urge to fight.) Jasnah: When we are young, we want simple answers. (Shallan steps into the Palaneum, gazing around in awe, the camera rotating around her.) The older we grow, the more we question. We begin to ask why. (Shallan sketches a painting of Taravangian, but the cryptics begin to appear.) (Shallan kneels on a floor stained with blood, looking down at her hands in fear.) Music dims. (This is the part where you put on FEAR by NF, timestamp 1:56 - when the piano comes in) (Screen shadows, then light slowly reappears to show Kaladin standing over the Honor Chasm. His body, soaked by rain, slightly trembles as he tries to build the courage to take the step.) (Quick flashes of memories. Young Kaladin laughs, chasing cremlings with his little brother. Old Kaladin clenches his fists. Young Kaladin dances with the spear, performing for a giggling Laral. Old Kaladin shuts his eyes. Young Kaladin helps his mother patch a roof in the weeping. Old Kaladin grimaces. Then lifts his foot, and begins to step out onto the void.) (Fast forward to timestamp 3:09) Sleepless: There are four whom we watch. (The Highlord armies from the border skirmish raise signals, and the two forces begin to rush at each other.) The first is the surgeon, forced to put aside healing to become a soldier in the most brutal war of our time. (On the screen appear first the marching feet, then the faces and at last the full picture of Bridge 4, Kaladin at its head, marching towards a plateau. Gaz points with his blade and releases a battle cry, and the bridgemen run straight into a descending wave of Parshendi arrows.) The second is the assassin, a murderer who weeps as he kills. (Szeth flies down a stormlit passageway, the lights going out behind him. In another shot, he duels Gavilar, blades clashing with godly might.) The third is the liar, a young woman who wears a scholar’s mantle over the heart of a thief. (Shallan watches as Jasnah soulcasts a wall in the Palaneum. In another shot, Shallan eyes Jasnah’s soulcaster lying alone on the bathing room counter.) The last is the highprince, a warlord whose eyes have opened to the past as his thirst for battle wanes. (Dalinar bursts out of a medieval cottage to see shadowy beasts demolishing a burning town. He is powerless, and the beasts begin to encroach upon him. In another scene, in the rain, Dalinar smashes the latrine pit with his warhammer, again and again and again.) The world can change. (As the chasmfiend from the previous scene fully emerges from the chasm, a Shardbearer outstretches their hand.) (Axies the Collector, wearing nothing but a towel, watches as a massive spren emerges from the sea.) Surgebinding and Shardwielding can return. (In a dark Kharbranth alley, Jasnah fingers her soulcaster as she and Shallan are surrounded by bandits.) (Kaladin performs a kata in the caverns, watched by curious bridgemen.) The magics of ancient days can become ours again. (The Shardblade forms in the shardbearer’s hands, and they slash at the chasmfiend’s legs. The blade cuts, and the beast screams.) (Szeth looks up on a rainy night, the rain washing his tears.) (The chasmfiend tries to strike down… and the screen goes black. Music goes silent. Heartbeats sound. Then, suddenly, the music peaks, and the black fades to reveal a man in Shardplate holding up the massive claw.) Black screen w/caption: Witness the defining cinematic event of the decade. (Quick montage, scenes flowing into each other. Kaladin rides the storm. Shallan falls into a sea of beads. Kalak slams his blade into the stone. Dalinar strikes blades with the Parshendi Shardbearer. Szeth and Gavilar fall together. Jezrien slams his blade into the stone.) Music dims, and becomes mournful. (Jezrien takes one last look at the ten blades, then walks away. Screen blurs and fades to black.) Music ends. Hoid: Three of sixteen ruled... but now the broken one reigns. You have my utmost respect. The ability to craft visuals for overhead dialogue in this way is astounding. Can’t wait to read it again with music once I find my headphones. 2
Vielence She/Her Posted January 31 Posted January 31 22 hours ago, Hoid Slayer said: So, I tried to do this a while back, due to some requests from people on my Wind and Truth trailer concept (here for those who haven't read it, you definitely should, this is definitely not me advertising myself ), but I didn't really get into it. However, recently, I decided to give it another try inspired by the new TV announcement and a dream I had - yes, folks, part of this came from a dream. This is not a drill. I believe @VieB13 in particular expressed interest in this Here, I took some more creative liberties, especially with the voiceover (first one in the series, had to get some exposition in there somehow and I ain't mining a thousand page book I can't find a free pdf of) Same rules: Words in red describe the sound playing; normal words describe what's on the screen. Voiceover sound generally corresponds to the scene below it. For most of the trailer, listen to Victory by Two Steps From Hell. For the final chunk, listen to the second half of FEAR by NF - I'll mention it when we get there. Needless to say, spoilers for the Way of Kings ahead: ... (black screen) Silence. Out of the darkness, the slow, mournful whistle of a lone flute. The whistle ends, and a light breath is heard. Hoid's voice: Let me tell you a story. (Black.) (Quick flash of a burning battlefield, a red sky and corpses littered over the scorched ruins of a field. Strong crackling. Then the black and silence return.) Milennia ago, the Heralds protected humanity. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, we see the boots of a man, walking steadily amid the destruction.) (Flash back to black). Immortal warriors, they founded the Knights Radiant, a holy order that stood between humanity and the ones they called Voidbringers. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. The boots step over a human corpse with its eyes burned out, light rising from its flesh, mouth open in a gaping scream of death.) (Flash back to black). Then one day, the Heralds and Voidbringers fought for the final time, and humanity prevailed. (Black.) (Flash back to burning battlefield. This time, the camera finally pans up from the floor, revealing the back of the booted warrior - a man in purple robes and armor, carrying a blade of light and walking steadily towards a blurred, brilliant figure atop an outcropping.) (Flash back to black). A child's voice interjects: Then what happened? With the Heralds? (Black.) (Flash back to battlefield. The man in purple reaches the figure on the outcropping, whose face unblurs to reveal a weary, bloodstained king. The king looks down, and camera pans to the face of the man in purple a twisted expression of pain.) Hoid: The Heralds left. (Camera zooms into Kalak's worried eyes, before fading to black.) And the Knights Radiant were soon to follow. (A couple seconds of darkness.) Music begins. (The darkness fades out to reveal a bird’s eye perspective of highlord armies, humans the size of ants, lining up for a border skirmish.) Dalinar's voice: Our kingdom is fragmented. Within our borders, Highlords squabble, failing to see the real threat that lurks in wait. (Land perspective of the skirmish. Before one of the armies, a Brightlord in brilliant shardplate rides a horse in front of his ranks. Closeup on the face of a spearman (Kaladin), sweat running down his face behind his helmet, prepared for battle.) In the Shattered Plains, we war a foe we can hardly see, a foe that has eluded us for six years now. (As human forces approach far too slowly, Parshendi harvest a gemheart, and with the signal of a Shardbearer of their own, flee.) (A chasmfiend rises from a chasm in front of a squad of humans, and Shardbearers begin to charge it.) And beyond our borders, forces beyond our comprehension amass, prepared to seize upon our weakness. (Surrounded by sailors, Shallan sketches on the boat arriving in Kharbranth, Creationspren rising around her as the massive city comes into view.) Elhokar's voice: You do not trust me. (Elhokar and Dalinar race Ryshadium in Shardplate, stopping to overlook the expanse of the Shattered Plains. Elhokar turns to Dalinar and laughs.) (Scene smoothly transitions into a tense discussion between Elhokar and Dalinar overlooking a sunset over the warcamps from a palace terrace. Camera rotates to focus on Dalinar, who clenches the railing.) Dalinar: Elhokar, I WILL protect you. (Camera focuses on Elhokar, who looks up at Dalinar with peircing eyes.) Elhokar: As you protected my father? (A cloaked man in white stalks down a dimly lit corridor. As two guards approach him, he pulls out a shardblade and cuts them down, not breaking his pace, absorbing light into himself.) Lirin's voice: There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives. (Szeth’s slaughter smoothly transitions into the border skirmish, as Kaladin fights his way through a bloody battlefield, cutting another man down.) Young Kaladin: And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives? (Kaladin stops fighting, and spots a boy (Cenn) struggling, an enemy soldier standing over him. Kaladin screams and runs, but he gets jostled, having to fight his way through.) Lirin: That's like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can't protect by killing. (Kaladin is shoved to the floor, and when he recovers, he crawls over to a dead Cenn. He holds him in his arms, a pained expression on his face, and the shot smoothly transitions to an identical position of Kaladin holding a dead bridgeman in his arms, looking around at the death and destruction on the Shattered Plains.) Dalinar: A man's emotions are what define him, and control is the hallmark of true strength. (An arena crowd goes wild as a blonde shardbearer, Adolin Kholin, holds up the shattered helmet of an opponent, heaving.) To lack feeling is to be dead, but to act on every feeling is to be a child. (In the stands, Sadeas casually sips a cup of wine.) (Close up on Adolin as he walks away from a squad of people who laugh at him, holding back his urge to fight.) Jasnah: When we are young, we want simple answers. (Shallan steps into the Palaneum, gazing around in awe, the camera rotating around her.) The older we grow, the more we question. We begin to ask why. (Shallan sketches a drawing of Taravangian, but the cryptics begin to appear.) (Shallan kneels on a floor stained with blood, looking down at her hands in fear.) Music dims. (This is the part where you put on FEAR by NF, timestamp 1:56 - when the piano comes in) (Screen shadows, then light slowly reappears to show Kaladin standing over the Honor Chasm. His body, soaked by rain, slightly trembles as he tries to build the courage to take the step.) (Quick flashes of memories. Young Kaladin laughs, chasing cremlings with his little brother. Old Kaladin clenches his fists. Young Kaladin dances with the spear, performing for a giggling Laral. Old Kaladin shuts his eyes. Young Kaladin helps his mother patch a roof in the weeping. Old Kaladin grimaces. Then lifts his foot, and begins to step out onto the void.) (Fast forward to timestamp 3:09) Sleepless: There are four whom we watch. (The Highlord armies from the border skirmish raise signals, and the two forces begin to rush at each other.) The first is the surgeon, forced to put aside healing to become a soldier in the most brutal war of our time. (On the screen appear first the marching feet, then the faces and at last the full picture of Bridge 4, Kaladin at its head, marching towards a plateau. Gaz points with his blade and releases a battle cry, and the bridgemen run straight into a descending wave of Parshendi arrows.) The second is the assassin, a murderer who weeps as he kills. (Szeth flies down a stormlit passageway, the lights going out behind him. In another shot, he duels Gavilar, blades clashing with godly might.) The third is the liar, a young woman who wears a scholar’s mantle over the heart of a thief. (Shallan watches as Jasnah soulcasts a wall in the Palaneum. In another shot, Shallan eyes Jasnah’s soulcaster lying alone on the bathing room counter.) The last is the highprince, a warlord whose eyes have opened to the past as his thirst for battle wanes. (Dalinar bursts out of a medieval cottage to see shadowy beasts demolishing a burning town. He is powerless, and the beasts begin to encroach upon him. In another scene, in the rain, Dalinar smashes the latrine pit with his warhammer, again and again and again.) The world can change. (As the chasmfiend from the previous scene fully emerges from the chasm, a Shardbearer outstretches their hand.) (Axies the Collector, wearing nothing but a towel, watches as a massive spren emerges from the sea.) Surgebinding and Shardwielding can return. (In a dark Kharbranth alley, Jasnah fingers her soulcaster as she and Shallan are surrounded by bandits.) (Kaladin performs a kata in the caverns, watched by curious bridgemen.) The magics of ancient days can become ours again. (The Shardblade forms in the shardbearer’s hands, and they slash at the chasmfiend’s legs. The blade cuts, and the beast screams.) (Szeth looks up on a rainy night, the rain washing his tears.) (The chasmfiend tries to strike down… and the screen goes black. Music goes silent. Heartbeats sound. Then, suddenly, the music peaks, and the black fades to reveal a man in Shardplate holding up the massive claw.) Black screen w/caption: Witness the defining cinematic event of the decade. (Quick montage, scenes flowing into each other. Kaladin rides the storm. Shallan falls into a sea of beads. Kalak slams his blade into the stone. Dalinar strikes blades with the Parshendi Shardbearer. Szeth and Gavilar fall together. Jezrien slams his blade into the stone.) Music dims, and becomes mournful. (Jezrien takes one last look at the ten blades, then walks away. Screen blurs and fades to black.) Music ends. Hoid: Three of sixteen ruled... but now the broken one reigns. *screams* THIS IS SO GOOD I'd rep this so many times if I could Thank youuuuu AHHHHHH lol now that theres actually gonna be adaptations we should get you in touch with Brandon. 2
Hoid Slayer He/Him Posted January 31 Author Posted January 31 13 minutes ago, VieB13 said: *screams* THIS IS SO GOOD I'd rep this so many times if I could Thank youuuuu AHHHHHH lol now that theres actually gonna be adaptations we should get you in touch with Brandon. THANK YOU I tried, but the email said his policies prohibited him from reading fan content
Vielence She/Her Posted February 1 Posted February 1 23 hours ago, Hoid Slayer said: THANK YOU I tried, but the email said his policies prohibited him from reading fan content Nooooooooooo *much much sadness* Reddit? No wait that was tried. Hmm
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