DEVIL CONTEST
hello it is me YS Voya
Here is a bird devil contest for all of you. The deadline for this contest shall be Tuesday, April the 4th! If you have submissions you can put them in the ksbd tumblr, submit them to ksbdabbadon@gmail.com, or simply post them on this comic page.
May you reach concordance!
“So you want to know about Hesshenval of the Empty Currents? I suppose I can entertain this frivolous thought for a moment. She was a devil I knew from a number of years ago, back when I was perhaps not on the best terms with our old leader.
I had heard about her when searching to have a trinket of some sentiment to the old guild leader repaired. It was a unique sort of puzzle box, one that was made up of smaller triangles that moved by mechanism, but the insides had seized and it could move nor open no more. While repairing a puzzle box was not her usual sort of work, I had heard about Hesshenval’s fascination with all things mechanical. How they work, and how they break.
Once she heard about what I had planned, how could she resist? She took the puzzle box from me like a viper, plucking it from my hands faster than I could follow and examining it thoroughly. Oh the grace of her serpentine body as it flowed around her workshop, the finesse of her claws. You’d be wrong to assume that the talons of a green devil are less dextrous than your clumsy fingers. In what felt like but a moment it was done.
As I began to walk out, I heard her call after me. “A thousand injuries borne, and yet to be redressed by a quandary. Fascinating.” Those words still echoed in my head as I presented the puzzle box to the guild master. It took him only a few minutes to get the box open and to begin thanking me for fixing it. He never noticed that he had been poisoned by the gas sealed in the box until he began to gasp for air.
There, satisfied? I hope you are because you’re not going to see the light of day for the next year with the extra duties you just earned yourself, apprentice.”
-Preem Khartala, Current Guild Mistress of the Glass Forrester’s Guild.
Six devils, five colors, five talents, There must be one duplicate mask and at least one duplicate talent. One considers that a single devil might fill multiple roles, but can only have one mask.
Blue (Cio) = Mastermind, Acrobat = Cio has a plan, but is it THE plan? She’s no Ybalchaolbath, but I want to see Cio in motion more often.
Blue (Princess MJJJMetc) = bruiser, mechanic = Princess is tough, but there is a spark of Vladdo’s long memories in there.
Red (Oscar) = Bruiser, Face= Oscar tough, but he is more than dumb muscle, he’s a master of disguise. Oskarina needs to be cannon.
Gold (Nand) = Face, Bruiser = Nand is a licensed magister, a demigod, and a well known trader. Too bad he has that weakness for his late wife. It’d be a shame if he threw it all away.
Green = Mechanic = This is a crafty lot, but there should be someone who is a step ahead of even them.
Pale = Acrobat, Bruiser = Yis Voya says that pale devils are secretly cool. Okay. Show me. Just, not those skeezy zombie dolls of Nand’s, please? Please?
The Face and the Bruiser are both Gold Devils. People often mistake one for the other if no speaking or fighting is happening at the moment. If any speaking or fighting is happening, the difference is extremely obvious.
Indris Ykzelvd Tsogish, a legitimate golden face for illegitimate schemes. For not even Mammon can neglect a deal with the devil without paying for it. And even an assistant undersecretary for a god can provide the fulcrum with which to leverage the world.
It’s obvious who the bruiser was. It was of course Darkness Swallows Much Wine. A wicked little blue devil bedecked in silk and bands of brass, known equally for his love of fine brandys and cunningly crafted knives. Has a bad habit stealing socks from his victims.
birds. birds? BIRRDDDDSSSSS
Five party members, plus Oskar, plus these five = Yisun’s Eleven?
3 party members are devils, and Yis Voya remembers that there were six altogether.
We need 3 more.
what’s the question! there were six but there’s only 5 roles! the bird is talking to me!
have i transcended the fifth and seventh bird boundaries? am i now confronted with the feathery grace of a birdhisattva and His Ornithological Love?
..am i a bird?
…bird?
Gold – The Face
Blue – The Mastermind
Red – The Bruiser
Green – The Acrobat
Pale – The Mechanic
A pair of Pale Acrobats, expendable fodder.
A Green Mastermind who thought too much
A Blue Mechanic who found them selves unsteady
A Red Face whose ugliness was the most Charming
A Golden Bruiser who seemed wise in the secrets of destruction.
Only The names by wich The Demons were commonly know will be listen here.
The Mastermind: Akarat, Green. A gentlelizard that allways knows how to obtain the most by doing the least and how to mantain deniability. His Very existance frustates the Angels unendingly. They’re still to get him for anything at all.
The Mechanic: Gnomesh, Pale. Dedicated to his craft beyond all else. Silent but dependable. Methodical and goal oriented. Lots of A W F U L tricks made him a lot more powerfull than his color would suggest.
The Bruiser: Büerr, Gold. A True veteran, expert in every art and science of war. Venom Snake If he actually was a Devil, Kaz.
The Face: Svati, Red. A passionate orator and lawyer of the “Duel to the a Death” schools of lawyering. She knows everybody and defended a lot of important people who’d love to help her in The hour of need. Beautifull and dangerous, a femme fatale sensible people avoid and the insensate worship.
The Acrobat: Roonka, Blue. A call and collected professional assassin and spy Who takes the greatest most absurd risks to get to her quarry or her objective.
Preem Harus Ayata Silam Teratomyelos, gentleman warrior. He is a well-dressed, somewhat decadent verdant devil who expertly solves his problems with a colossal barbed spear. He speaks little and cryptically, he moves slowly and deliberately. Preem Harus isn’t just joining the heist as a mercenary; it seems to be personal.
Harzeko Wanderlust Pale devil *Mechanic* Silent matter-of-fact. Keeps a small cute rodent pet that perches on him. Manages to be ironic without a word.
Murdock Curdlecrest Green devil *Bruiser* When not breaking bones studies highly arcane subject matter. References history, philosophy, and metaphysical material in ordinary conversation
Caherotohael Brightless Gold devil *Mastermind* dressed in rags except for a coronet worn at a rakish angle.
Echthra the Elusive Red devil *Acrobat* speaks in a sing-song pattern that can hypnotize the unwary.
Xesutann the Vehement Blue devil *Face* Argumentative without seeming to be, wins over opposition by force of personality
Ah, yes, I remember that heist well! It was talked about for decades after. Among the crew were a pair of pale devils, as alike as born twins, so alike, in fact, everyone regarded them as one entity. Called “Tun” and “Rida,” because their names were so long and convoluted, despite their oddness and basic nature (and the odd way they stared at everyone, like mantis awaiting prey), they followed orders to near perfection, and could climb and leap in amazing fashion. They were really ideal for the acrobat of the group, though it is said what happened after was a true tragedy.
Hark, behold the last terrible awe of the final syllable of royalty, bird IS the word.
What about Ebon Devils?
I imagine a blue devil, with an upside down mask-
Or, perhaps, a proper mask, with an upside down body.
Draped in a cloak of crow feathers, and possessing of cruel hooked feet, she spends as much time upside down-
Or, perhaps, right side up-
Grasping something above, as she does with her feet on the ground.
Beneath her cloak, she hides a pair of beautiful fans. One, made of scraps of metal and wire, hooked and barbed in a chaotic work that rakes the flesh of the annoying.
The other, a patchwork of leather gathered from numerous beings, scrawled upon by a beast who didn’t understand the quality of his canvas. What he did understand, however, was how to amplify the gust of wind a fan produces one hundred fold.
Those who’ve seen her in flight liken her to a flying squirrel. Said annoyances fail to grasp that squirrels do not hold their skin flaps with their feet. Said annoyances are also regularly assaulted with a fan of metal and wire.
And her name, Eltri’hel Diara.
One to be considered for any heist that requires mobility, tact, or a hasty exit.
I like this one a lot. Your description of the 2nd fan was great. Really made me curious and interested in seeing it in action.
The Mechanic was pale, working quickly and quietly, letting its works do it’s talking.
The Face is Blue, few are foolish enough to trust more powerful devils.
The Bruiser is also a deceiver, a skilled warrior of the body, face of gold
The Acrobat is Green, it glides safely out of reach, but not to be trusted.
But among a gang of devils, who can say who the true mastermind is? In this ones experience it can take a very long time after a heist to see just whose accounts have matured.
I remember one I swear it,
A green devil, the acrobat: Mulreth Gorhause Shutterspike the Climber!
He had a penchant for getting getting into places he wasn’t allowed, and carrying imps to the tops of buildings.
PALE – The Mechanic
BLUE – The Acrobat
RED – The Bruiser
GREEN – The mastermind
GOLD – The Face
The Mastermind was red devil who favored the name Argorath. She had once been a Gold devil, which was when she had hatched her plan, but since coming up with the scheme she had been shackled with additional names and lost some of her power and mind. She may be a little hazy on the details, now.
The Mechanic was Xorxel, a green demon. Xorxel was not much of a talker, because Xorxel preferred important things, like magic and bombs and magic bombs, to unimportant things, like telling Xorxel’s companions about where Xorxel had left Xorxel’s magic bombs. Xorxel also considers pronouns and gender to be demeaning, and Xorxel refuses to use them.
The Face was a gold devil who favored the name Tsil-Borr. They had only recently become golden and had not discovered many secrets yet, but they were cunning, and used the gold devil’s reputation of knowing secrets as much or more than the secrets they truly knew.
The Acrobat was a pale devil called Rannith, who had somehow acquired a pair of wings that had not always belonged to it. Rannith was a skilled flier and quite talkative, if you understood sign language. It didn’t say much that was insightful or intelligent, of course, but it did have a great deal to say.
The Bruiser was a blue devil by the name of Kemmsiol. He was small and wiry and not too strong, but he had once been a red devil who fought many, many, many battles. Kemmsiol’s had a wealth of experience in battle which more than made up for his physique, which occasionally fell short. He enjoyed lamenting the loss of his stature, and secretly uses performance-enhancing magic in battle when faced with powerful foes.