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Panel
One:
Description:
(Long, narrow and vertical panel on the left) This scene is that of
the dirty, dilapidated street in the city of Shadizar at night. The
streets are teaming with street trulls (prostitutes), drunks, cut-purses,
and other such unsavory figures. A tavern should be prominent in this
panel, its doorway facing the viewer; a full moon shines in the night
sky. Many of the unsavory types can be found outside the tavern's
doors. It is a popular place for prostitutes to pick up half-drunken
men with loose purses, and bandits to rob them both. There is a wooden
sign above the wide, arched doorway. It simply displays a froth-filled
mug (or perhaps a wine jug) with a snake coiled around it. (No text
on the sign though.) A few wine barrels are visible against the wall
of the inn (these are empties that now catch rainwater).
Notes on Shadizar: The city
of Shadizar has the feel of an ancient Arabian city. Structures
here are built of mud bricks and/or hewn from sandstone, typical
dwellings have arched doorways and windows are covered with mesh
screens or wooden shutters. These buildings are usually worn at
the corners from years of being assaulted by the pounding winds
and are rarely more than three stories in height. At a glance, the
architecture should look somewhat crude. The roads of Shadizar are
cobbled with stones, but in some places, the roads are merely dirt.
Caption One: Far from the gleaming
spires, these dust-filled alleyways flood with the true lifeblood
of this city—predators, vermin, and thieves all.
Caption Two: It is a dark flow,
this lifeblood, pumped from a black and ancient heart.
For this is Shadizar the Wicked.
Panel Two:
Description:
The door of the tavern crashes open as a tough looking thug is hurled
out into the streets. This man is wearing a chain mail tunic, his
sword is still sheathed at his side as he hits the cobblestones, startling
the harlots gathered there.
NOTE: Conan has the scabbard
from the CONAN GEAR MODEL SHEET, but his sword is not the one depicted
on the CONAN GEAR MODEL SHEET! (Click here for reference for the
sword he has here)
Panel Three:
Description:
(Close-in shot.) Conan stands in the doorway of the tavern, taking
a swig from a bottle of wine. He is mostly in shadow in this panel,
but he will come into the light as he gets closer to the opening.
Panel Four:
(A similar panel to the previous one.) Conan is clearly visible in
the doorway now, no longer in shadow. Conan wipes wine from his mouth
as he speaks:
Conan (balloon one): Crom take
you for a sore loser, gutter rat! Perhaps you'll reconsider the
next time you seek to cheat a Cimmerian.
Conan (balloon two): It's a
good thing for you that I'm in no mood to take my rightful winnings
out of your miserable hide.
Panel Five:
Description: Conan turns to
look over his shoulder at a group of wenches.
Conan: Tonight I have other
sport in mind.
Panel Six:
Description: (Medium shot) Conan
has his arms around the two women. He is smiling and jovial as he
looks down at one of the ladies of the evening.
Note: Both women are not necessarily
uncomely, but aren't great beauties either. Perhaps one is slightly
plump, while the other is a little "mousy." The unconscious
"cheater" lies in the streets behind them.
Conan: So tell me, lass--what
sort of delights do you offer a sell-sword with a fat purse?
Lass: (giggles)
Panel Seven:
Description: (Break-thru shot.)
Conan is in the background with the two wenches. In the foreground,
we see a raven-haired beauty wearing the trappings of an exotic
dancer. (Think of Barbara Eden's costume from "I DREAM OF JEANNIE"
with transparent pantaloons and without the headdress.) She is holding
a wine jug and is posed seductively, as if to beckon the Cimmerian
to her.
Woman: Why waste your time with
mere girls, barbarian, when the taste of a real woman's lips is
but a few steps away? |
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Panel
One:
Description: Given the choice
of a night with two very average looking prostitutes, or a night
with this alluring flower of womanhood, Conan's decision is swift.
The Cimmerian pushes the two harlots to either side.
Conan: I have never been one
to waste time, wench...
Panel Two:
Description: Conan embraces
the dark haired beauty, his hands at her waist. The barbarian bends
his head towards her as if to close in to kiss her. In the background,
the two discarded wenches mutter their disapproval, angry at being
rejected by the Cimmerian, and gesture accordingly.
Conan: ...and as for whether
you are a woman or not...
Harlot (in the background):
(Her balloon contains smaller than normal text) You filthy, barbarian
pig!
Panel Three:
Description: Close-up of Conan
as he begins to kiss the sultry woman.
Conan: ...By Crom, I'll be
the judge of that.
Panel Four:
Description: (Medium shot) The
woman clasps Conan's hand, and bids him to follow her.
Woman: The streets are no place
for lovemaking, barbarian. I've a room not far from here. There
we can become better--acquainted.
Conan: Aye! That we shall, gir--
Woman: (Cutting Conan off in
mid sentence) Annonna. Call me Annonna.
Panel Five:
Description: (Pan back) A shot
of Annonna leading Conan up a stairway that winds its way up the
side of a building, to a wooden door on the second floor.
Panel Six:
Description: (Birdseye POV.
Largest panel on the page.) This shot is of Annonna's abode, and
is the "anchor panel" of the page. It is a shot of a spacious
room filled with lavish furnishings, rich tapestries, and more than
one piece of expensive looking statuary. A large, luxurious bed
dominates much of the room. The bed has a large cushion for a mattress,
and many smaller cushions serve as pillows. Gossamer veils hang
above the bed (either from bed posts or perhaps even the ceiling
rafters), adding a woman's touch to the room. A bowl of fruit (grapes,
apples, bananas, etc), a number of empty goblets, several corked
wine bottles, and a candelabra rests atop an ornate, bedside table.
This table has many intricate carvings, and the table's legs have
been shaped to resemble exotic dancing women. On the floor of the
room is a very decorative rug of the finest quality. Several sconces
are filled with burning torches, which serve to further highlight
the room's extravagance. Against the walls many swords, shields,
and pieces of armor are visible. Perhaps these are gifts from former
lovers. Conan and Annonna should be standing just inside the doorway,
in the upper left-hand side of the panel. Somewhere in the room
there should be a large trunk (or footlocker) with ornate hinges.
A vanity table, complete with mirror and a chair should also be
visible somewhere in the chamber. A bottle that looks like the bottle
from the television show "I DREAM OF JEANNIE" (thus keeping
with our theme) can be found on the vanity table, as well as several
bowls containing make-up powder and make-up brushes, bottles of
perfume, and other such feminine items. Perhaps there's also a small
statue of an elephant, tiger or other such exotic animal to be found
here as well. A sizable statue of a winged nymph should be displayed
near the vanity table, it's arms outstretched and raised high. (Note:
This particular statue will be important to the plot later on, so
it must be present in the room!) A window is located on the wall
near the bed, and another doorway leads to an adjoining balcony,
opposite the main entrance.
Note to the artist: Feel free
to add in more detail if you deem it necessary. Remember to include
a few statues in the room. These statues can be full body images
of nymphs, warriors, and colorful animals like elephants, tigers,
etc. We want the room to show the reader that Annonna has many material
possessions.
Annonna: I trust that you will
find my dwelling place to your liking.
Conan: Crom's bones! Are you
of royal stock, girl?
Annonna: Ha,ha...Nay, Barbarian.
I am not of a royal bloodline. Let me just say that my lovers are
a very generous lot! |
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Panel
One:
Description: (Medium shot) We
see Annonna, who pours Conan a goblet of wine from wine jug she's
been carrying with her. Conan is in the background and is turned
away from her, taking in one of the many splendorous tapestries
on the wall.
Annonna: Have a drink, my lord.
Your scuffle in the streets must have left you with great thirst.
Conan: Indeed it has, wen--er,
Annonna. My throat is as dry as the Zamorian steppes.
Panel Two:
Description: Conan is now in
the foreground, drinking from the goblet with zeal. Annonna leans
against the wall behind him. Her body language is seductive, but
the smile on her face seems almost sinister.
Annonna: I see that you are
one who appreciates the finer wines of the vineyards of Aquilonia.
Is it not the sweetest taste to touch your lips?
Panel Three:
Description: (Pan the camera
back a little to show both figures) Conan sits on the bed, tossing
the empty goblet to the side. Annonna stands before him, hands on
her hips.
Conan: Aye--It is sweet, Annonna--but
hardly the sweetest thing my lips have tasted.
Panel Four:
Description: (Similar panel
to the previous one.) Conan has pulled Annonna to his lap, and she
wraps her arms around his neck obligingly.
Annonna: I've never seen a
man who could drink a full goblet of Aquilonian wine so swiftly,
my lord. You are indeed a man of unusual strength. Perhaps you would
care for another drink before--
Conan: Nay, lass. I've a belly
full of wine. It is fruit of a different kind that interests me
now. Let us... Let.... (Slightly smaller lettering here, as Conan's
voice begins to trail off.)
Panel Five:
Description: Conan, realizing
that he has been the victim of treachery, shoves Annonna from his
lap. Conan is enraged, while Annonna has a look of horror upon her
face. Her powerful Stygian drug seems to have little effect on this
barbarian.
Conan: Crom take me for a fool!
You've drugged the wine, wench!
Panel Six:
Description: Conan struggles
to rise from the bed behind him, but the drug has begun to take
its toll. He leans against the wall, hand on his head as he bends
forward slightly. It should be obvious that he is about to collapse.
Conan: (Voice trailing off)
Damn you, bitch! I'll cut...out...your...
Panel Seven:
Description: (Virtually identical
shot as the previous panel.) Conan tumbles onto the bed, finally
rendered unconscious by the potent drug.
Conan: (Small lettering)...heart... |
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Panel
One:
Description: Annonna grabs for
one of the outstretched arms of the winged nymph statue near the
vanity table (See page two, panel six for a description of the nymph
statue). Conan's unconscious body should be visible in this panel
also, sprawled out on the bed behind Annonna.
Panel Two:
Description: (Similar panel
set up as panel one) Annonna pulls down the arm of the winged nymph
statue like a lever. The bed is a trap! In the background, the bed
spins like a revolving trap door, sending the slumbering Conan into
the blackness below it.
Panel Three:
Description: (Long vertical
panel) Conan's drowsing form falls through the inky blackness, beneath
the bed.
Panel Four:
Description: (Long vertical
panel) The Cimmerian smashes hard against a cold, stone floor. Conan
has dropped about 20-30 feet from the bed above, falling down into
a pit, and into a dungeon below street level. A lesser man would
obviously not survive such a plummet, but Conan is no lesser man!
From the upper left-hand corner of the dungeon, faint moonlight
spotlights our hero's impact with the floor. The moonlight comes
from a street grate just out of reach.
SFX: KA-THOOOM!
Panel Five:
Description: Conan in the center
of the shaft of light. The impact awakens Conan, who tries to lift
himself from the stone floor with his mighty (yet weary) arms. Conan's
head is tilted down towards the floor, and his elbows are bent as
he strains to rise. He is disoriented, groggy, and aching from the
fall, with a huge headache. He is unsure where he is, or where the
light overhead is coming from.
Conan: Ugghhnn...Where am I? |
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Panel
One:
Description: Conan begins to rise to his feet. His weight rests
on one knee, while one hand aids him in attaining his balance. The
fall has really taken a heavy toll on the Cimmerian, but now he
is starting to remember events.
Conan: You'll feast on steel
for this, wench!
Panel Two:
Description: (Close up) A shot of Conan's face, which expresses
shock and surprise. His eyes are wide, and his mouth is gaping open
in horror.
Conan: By Crom's fiery beard!
Panel Three:
Description: (POV from behind
Conan, as he looks past the shafts of light overhead.) Looking around
in the dim light of the dungeon, Conan beholds a terrible scene--dozens
of badly mangled and decomposed bodies (mostly skeletal remains),
armor fragments, a mass of weapons, and various bits of clothing
lie sprawled near the walls of this dark chamber. This grisly sight
sends a chill down his aching spine. How many men has this wench
sent to such a fate, and what of the scattered bones along the cold
hard floor? No mere woman could have wreaked such havoc alone.
Panel Four:
Description: (Close in on Conan) Conan twists his torso, reaching
across his body as if to draw his sword from its scabbard. Conan's
head is turned, as he is reacting to an eerie sound that erupts
throughout his gloomy prison. Due to the echo, he can not tell where
the strange noise originates. Conan's face reflects grim determination,
not fear. His eyes are narrow now, his brow furrowed. Whatever is
in the darkness, it is about to face Cimmerian steel!
SFX: ClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClik!
Panel Five:
Description: Conan pulls his sword from the scabbard, only to find
that the fall has shattered it. He holds a broken sword in his hand,
the blade broken only six inches from the hilt. It will not be of
use to him now.
Conan: (Muttered, so put in
small type) Sweet Mitra... |
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Panel
One:
Description: Conan pulls a sword
from the remains of a dead victim (This is the sword from the CONAN
GEAR MODEL SHEET!!) If he is to meet his fate this night, it will
be with a sword in hand! The broken sword (from panel five) now
lies discarded on the dungeon floor.
SFX: ClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClik!
Conan: Show yourself! Or do
you prefer to cower in darkness, like a frightened girl?
Panel Two:
Description: From behind the
barbarian, a large tentacle leaps from the darkness and ensnares
Conan's throat. The Cimmerian is completely taken off guard.
Conan: (Choking) Urkk!
Panel Three:
Description: (Large splash-type
panel, covering the remainder of the page. This should be from a
POV from slightly above) Pan the camera back so that we can see
Conan being held by a hideous monster. The monster looks to be an
eldritch horror. Its body is a blob of flesh, not unlike that of
some nightmarish amoeba. Its massive body is covered with a variety
of different sized eyeballs and slit-like mouths filled with sharp,
grotesque, chattering teeth. It is this orchestrated chattering
that makes the "clikclikclik" noise. At the center of
the fleshy mass is a single eyeball that dwarfs all the rest in
size. Some of the mouths are only a few inches in length, while
others seem large enough to swallow a human whole. Protruding from
the abominable mass of flesh are several long tentacles. It is one
of these tentacles that now chokes the life from our Cimmerian hero,
who struggles to loosen the creature's terrible vice-like grip from
around his throat.
Conan dangles but a few feet off the ground, and both he and the
creature are fairly close to one of the dungeon walls. Conan still
holds the sword (from panel one) in his right hand, and his left
hand seeks to pry loose the demonic appendage encircling his throat.
This scene takes place within the shaft of moonlight shining down
from above (of course). A few of the skeletal remains of some of
the victims should also be seen in this panel. Let's play up as
much horror as possible.
SFX: ClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClikClik! |
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Panel
One:
Description: A close-up of Conan's
face in agony, as the horrific creature continues to strangle him.
Caption: Even as the air drains
from Conan's lungs, his mind is flooded with strange, mysterious
visions...
Panel Two:
Description: (Same size panel,
similar to the set-up of panel one) Same Conan head shot, but the
image begins to dissolve into another scene--a fiery meteor hurling
through the darkness of space.
Caption: ...vivid images of
an unearthly journey that took place eons ago.
NOTE TO ARTIST: Starting with
this panel and ending with PAGE EIGHT, PANEL ONE, all panels must
have a special border, like a thought balloon, indicating that these
panels are FLASHBACKS. Pg. 8, Panel 1 will be the last panel with
the special border.
Panel Three:
Description: A scene of the
ocean floor millions of years ago. Trilobites, sponges, prehistoric
fish and other creatures scurry along the ocean bottom near a large
crater containing a glowing meteorite.
Caption One: The Cimmerian
beholds a glowing stone--nay, an egg--gleaming in the ocean depths.
Caption Two: He feels the weight
of a slumber that will last millennia.
Caption Three: The entity within
awaiting its unholy birth...
Panel Four:
Description: (Shot from above)
The creature (from page six) swimming towards the camera. Below
it, we see the crater in the ocean floor. Inside the crater, the
glowing meteorite has cracked open like an egg, releasing its horrific
cargo.
Caption: Then, finally, there
is freedom--and hunger!
Panel Five:
Description: On a moonlit night,
one thousand years before the Hyborian Age of Conan, we see Annonna
gathering water from a city well. She is depicted older here than
the Annonna the reader has seen before (around 45 years of age).
Her hair is streaked with gray, and wrinkles have begun to appear
around her mouth and eyes. She is crying, and is unaware of the
creature, which is lurking in the shadow of a building only a few
feet away from her.
Caption: It longs to taste
the flesh of this new world, but first it must have bait! A gruesome
pact is made between a wilting rose and a star-spawned predator...
Panel Six:
Description: A now young and
beautiful Annonna walks into an alley with two city guards at either
arm. The guards are smiling gleefully, as is she. Beyond them, in
the darkness of the alley, we see the silhouette (or possibly a
highlight) of the creature, lying in wait.
Caption: Age is transformed
into youth, and men into prey... |
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Panel
One:
Description: In the foreground
we see the bloody skeletons of the two city guards from the last
panel, a few scraps of clothing and other trappings are all that
remain of them. In the background, we see the back of the creature
as it drags itself away, leaving a trail of blood and slime in its
wake.
Caption: ...and then into nothing
but bones!
NOTE TO ARTIST: This is the
LAST PANEL with the special flashback border. The next panel has
the normal panel borders again!
Panel Two:
Description: (close-up of Conan's
face) Conan's eyes are wide with the realization of the fate the
creature has in store for him, but his expression is defiant.
Caption: But Conan is a Cimmerian.
If he is to die, it will be in battle, not as a meal for some foul,
loathsome horror!
Panel Three:
Description: (close-up of Conan's
head) Conan has bitten deeply into the tentacle wrapped around his
throat and is tearing away at the tentacle's soft flesh, the mangled
flesh dripping with a blue ichor.
Caption: For the first time
in eons, the creature experiences pain!
SFX: SSSSSKKKKKKRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
(sound effect runs off panel)
Panel Four:
Description: (Pan back) The
creature releases its grasp on Conan, who has landed nimbly on his
feet with the agility of a cat. We see that he has managed to keep
hold of the sword.
Conan: Faugh! To cry at so
small a wound! If you think my teeth are sharp...
Panel Five:
Description: Conan swings his
sword in a mighty arc, severing one of the creature's tentacles.
Blue ichor fountains from the wound.
Conan: Try the bite of cold
steel!
SFX (Sword cutting tentacle):
SHLOKK!
SFX (Creature): SSSSKKRRREEEEEET!
Panel Six:
Description: The creature retaliates,
clubbing Conan in the ribs with another tentacle and sending him
flying against the wall.
SFX (Conan hitting wall): Ka-THUDD!
Conan: Ughn! |
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Panel
One:
Description: Conan against
the wall, sword in his right hand, while his left hand holds his
ribs. Conan is slightly bent over from the pain. We also see the
creature's tentacles coming towards the Cimmerian from off panel.
Panel Two:
Description: The creature sweeps
a tentacle Conan's way, but Conan leaps over it in dramatic fashion.
The monster's limb smashes against the dungeon wall instead of its
intended target.
Conan: Ha! You'll have to be
faster than that to strike down a Cimmerian, fiend!
SFX: (Tentacle against wall)
TTHROOMM!!
Panel Three:
Description: Conan ducks low,
dodging yet another tentacle, while simultaneously delivering a
slashing blow to the creature, splitting one of its smaller eyes
in the process. The sword's orbit should be filled with eyeball
gunk.
SFX: (Sword slashing through
eyeball) SSLLIIKKT!
SFX: (Creature screaming) RRRRREEEEEEEEE!
Conan: Howl all you wish...
Panel Four:
Description: (Extreme close-up)
This panel contains a shot of one of the creature's eyes, with an
image of Conan reflecting in it. In the reflection, Conan's empty
hand has formed into a fist, and he's now drawing back ready to
punch...
Panel Five:
Description: Close in on Conan's
arm and fist, as he punches one of the creature's eyes out. Conan's
fist sinks deep into the beast's socket!
Conan: (Balloon trailing off
panel)...but it will not save you, pit-spawn!
Panel Six:
Description: The horror sends
Conan flying towards the reader in one of those Kirby, dramatic
foreshortened shots--the creature screaming in pain.
SFX (The creature): SSSKKKLLLAAAAA!!
SFX (Conan being hit) SSHMAAKK! |
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Panel
One:
Description: Conan, dazed, is
sprawled on the floor near the wall, his sword still in his hand.
One of the creature's tentacles has wrapped itself around Conan's
ankles.
SFX: (creature, mostly off-panel)
ClikClikClikClikClikClik!
Panel Two:
Description: (Large anchor panel)
In this panel, we see the creature swinging Conan in a high arc
through the air over its head. The barbarian is like a rag doll
in the hands of an evil child; Conan's expression is one of complete
alarm. However, he does not drop his sword!
NOTE TO ARTIST: This is one
of the creature's big "money" panels; get as much of it
in the shot as you can.
Panel Three:
Description: Conan's upper body
is smashed face first against the floor in violent and obviously
painful fashion, yet his sword remains in his hand.
Conan: Whuu--!
SFX: (impact) THOOOM!!
Panel Four:
Description: (Creature's POV)
The tips of tentacles frame the panel borders on all sides as the
creature sees the barbarian's semi-conscious body, still face down,
on the floor in front of it and prepares to move in for the kill.
The tentacle around Conan's ankle is loosened now. The creature
thinks that Conan is dead.
Caption One: Its prey is silent
now. The struggle has finally ceased.
Caption Two: All that is left
is to feast!
Panel Five:
Description: (Move camera in
front of Conan) Conan begins to lift himself off the dungeon floor
(Deja Vu!). Blood pours from his nose and mouth (but he's actually
had worse!), and his fist clenches his sword tightly. The creature
looms in the background close behind!
Caption: How can this be? What
new game is this that can not be slain?
Conan: (Small, weaker lettering)
You fight--like a frail, Nemedian woman--
Panel six:
Description: Conan is now in
a crouching position, and turned towards the monster. Both hands
are on the hilt of his sword, the tip of the blade resting against
the floor. He is about to spring into action once more.
Conan: I've kissed this stone
floor for the last time, hell-beast! Now I'm going to rip out your
black heart!
Panel Seven:
Description: (Foreshortened
action shot) Conan leaps through the air (towards the reader) holding
his sword in a stabbing manner (like the way Norman Bates wields
the knife in the movie PSYCHO). Blood still trickles from Conan's
mouth and nose, and his hair fans wildly in mid-leap. His expression
is wilder still. His Cimmerian blood now boils with battle-lust.
Conan: Now, monster! You will
know how it feels to choke on your own guts! |
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Panel
One:
Description: (Large panel) Conan
lands on the creature, plunging his sword deep into one of the monster's
many mouths, spewing azure blood in the process.
SFX (Sword striking monster):
SSPLLURRTT!
SFX (Creature screaming in agony):
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSKKKKKEEERRRR!!!
Panel Two:
Description: Shot of Conan,
who still stands atop the squealing monster. Conan has retracted
his sword from the creature's gullet, and now stands poised to strike
again. Conan's face has a look of insanity (it's the battle rage
of a BESERKER).
Conan: Tonight, beast....
Panel Three:
Description: Conan thrusts his
sword deep into the creature's largest eye.
Conan: ...you dine in hell!
SFX: (Sword sinking into creatures
eye) SSLLUKK!
SFX: (Creature's pain; Huge
sound effect): SSSSSKKKIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Panel Four:
Description: (Large panel) The
creature reels in pain, lifting itself upward towards the dungeon's
ceiling. Its many mouths are opened wide, gushing with alien, blue
blood. Conan is sent tumbling from atop the creature, a result of
its death throes, but the sword remains in the creature's eye. This
scene is the final bow for our star-spawn adversary, so make it
good.
Panel Five:
Description: Conan lies on the
floor, half propped, near two decaying corpses. Conan's arm shields
his eyes (but his battered face should be visible to us still),
as he witnesses the death of the creature off panel. A shadow of
the creature's body (Conan's sword still in its eye) can, perhaps,
be seen on the wall.
Caption: With one final cry
of agony, the horror from the stars expires before Conan's eyes...
Conan: Crom, Ishtar, and Mitra!
Panel Six:
Description: (Birdseye POV).
Pan the camera back for a somewhat distant shot of Conan standing
before the dead creature. The beast is now dissolving into a flesh-puddle
of tentacles before Conan's eyes!
Panel Seven:
Description: We switch the scene
back to Annonna's chambers. Annonna (or what's left of her) is sitting
in front of her vanity (We don't need to see her vanity in this
shot, just a good shot of her in the foreground). With the creature's
death, Annonna has now become a rotting corpse...an ancient skeleton.
We should see her bed clearly in the background.
Conan: (Balloon trailing from
beneath the bed) Now, how in Crom's name do I get out of here?
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