Wielder of Names 4-60 (Palace of Radiance)
Chapter: 4
“And there they sat, and basked a while, and though their hearts were gay and their spirits high, in their deepest place there crouched a cold and lingering terror, for they knew that the warmth of that light they enjoyed was not the nurturing light of a summer day, but the awful radiance of Glory.”
Words cannot describe how beautiful this new offering is! I applaud you Abbadon!
Kill Six Billion Hats.
Wear Six Billion Hats
Design Six Billion Hats
Not gonna lie, the Palace of Radiance is actually looking pretty rad.
There’s some interesting contrast between it and the empty wasteland down below
A banquet of a thousand worlds nourishes its limbs. Let those who wonder at the Blood Flower’s consumption look and see- this is the vision that tempts such acts. Remember as you walk the splendid halls that they are paved with the powdered bones of nations.
Many of my siblings would be tempted to feed their hot flame with bone marrow of the cosmos.
I do hope that the cold flame is not tempted by the light of false royalty.
Of course it looks rad, it’s the palace of radiance! How else COULD it look?
It could look BRILIANT !
But then it would be called the palace of brilliance, no?
Pretty carvings and arches of stone cast shadows of blood and filth and bone.
So human. One almost prefers the hells. At least they don’t hide the corruption.
Friggin waow mat, this is glorious.
A part of me wonders whether or not the Pursuers are dumb enough to chase Allison into the palace of one of the Seven…
Where better for a flea to hide from the spider than on the belly of a wild boar?
Why is there not Devils in this place?
There is but one whom I spy. Observe the skulking stranger of horned mask and cloak, his keen gaze set upon the western courtyard.
In troth, my curiosity and sense of foreboding are more piqued by the lack of BIRDS upon this remarkable canvas. Red wine with meat, one supposes.
my left eye spots a sneaky person
mere paces away from Allison
Look closely in the background to the left. There lies a demon of gold.
Ah yes, indeed. My eyes were not keen enough. Probably not accustomed to the glory of the palace.
On the lower right is a man riding a large Pale as a steed. Note its forelimbs are hands, not feet. It rests its weight on its knuckles like an ape.
There appear to be two more horned and masked individuals just above the crown of the azure tree on the right. Possibly devils as well. Perhaps their ilk is rarely courtly or rich enough to be welcome? It would seem Mottom is very selective about the looks and manner of who gets to be around her, if the selection process for the maids is any indication.
Now that it’s been established that there are a few about, I will address the question of “why so few” – remember, this is a glutton’s feast in procession, the pretty face in which the gnashing teeth and abyssal digestive resides. This mouth may be fuel by divine fire, but it is clothed in gross flesh. Demons are of pure black fire – to such as the Flower of the Radiant Palace, such flesh is as a passing breeze – and entirely useless for any purpose except aroma or passing texture – a cleanse, at best, between courses.
There are few demons, because She does not find them Appealing to her palette. by such minor details, are races spared genocide.
I don’t care about the key to nobility.
Only true Royalty is worth achieving !
Also, did anyone notice the bloodbag ? Nice detail Abbadon, ahah 😀
WAIT, THERE ARE WINDOWS OPEN ?
I DIG THE FANCY MOUSTACHES !
Well damn. Old Queen Mottom may be a crazy, insatiable tyrant whose reign is a blight upon 111.111 universes; but I can’t argue with her taste in digs.
The only thing worse than a crazy, insatiable tyrant is a crazy, insatiable tyrant with bad taste in architecture.
It is known.
Hindu-Buddhist Raksha Versailles looks exactly as I imagined something like that should, with airships
This is a great piece; I love the detail.
Wow that full size really do wonders for this page!
Tempted to flip my monitor and use it as a wallpaper.
Lovely! A small nod at Mézières, maybe? Thinking of World Without Stars.
http://i53.tinypic.com/2lj566p.jpg
Purdy.
British Orientalism. I like it. I’m curious as to what those 3 statues at the top of the building at the center are depicting.
This fool can definitely see how you might break your hand on making such art. Though the queen of gluttony to hide behind such beauty makes this fool still wonder will she also hide behind a glamour to keep up with the theme of such beauty?
I imagine Mottom as presuming that her own form is meant only to consume, with no need for it to be fit for consuption by another, and instead only veils herself enough that those nearby don’t disgust her with displays of vomit.
Power, like a desolating pestilence,
Pollutes whate’er it touches; and obedience,
Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth,
Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame
A mechanized automaton.
These are too comfortable in their obedience to ever be likely to seek healing. They love their gilded cage and will rot in it, never knowing the limit of their potential.
Such sight must fill a compassionate soul with sorrow. Is strong liquor enough to chase it away?
I spy, with my little eyes, a gold devil, a gnome and a fez.
I found Waldo.
Ah, that’s what you meant by upcoming art-heavy pages. Building perspective is always difficult!
I’ve heard it said that first you must read about the art of drawing perspective, then study the art in classes, then practice the art tirelessly, then finally come to your senses and trace a photograph or screenshot.
No wonder they can so thoroughly destroy a planet with no remorse, they never even see it under all these beautiful buildings. :O
Oh god your poor wrists, I went on a dorfin’ overload and my movement/select target fingers are hurting, can’t imagine drawing all this shit.
Dear god, what if you wanted to you spank it? SOMEONE GET THIS MAN A HANDJOB, STAT!
How is the fort Urst?
That is an obscene amount of architecture.
How did they get up there? Magic? Hopped on a sky-boat?
I see the International Red Cross has gone multiversal.
The guests of the Palace of Radiance are serving up high fashion fish tonoight, henny. Couldn’t clock a mug on a one of them. Flawless. Still, I wonder what Miss Mottom has in store for the children. That old qween is always beat for the gawds.
Wait, when did the get transported up to the palace? I must’ve missed that part. Or are they still on the ground?
Indo-Franco-Florence looks pretty amazing, though.
Don’t forget the Japanese touch !
Ah yes the palace, that most impotent tool of the monarch where all the troublesome yet intelligent peoples of the realm can be contained in golden razor wire.
The Wiki is officially under new management by the way.
Yay \o/
And I’m part of tha team !
My fellows, a most interesting thought has occurred to me.
What if Allision, is herself an incarnation of Aesma come to retread her last life’s old paths?
The universe, at it’s heart is a tale told by YISUN, and one can always insert oneself into one’s stories. YISUN did in the times of the gods, and so too did Het once travel on the old road.
But as to why? Why, take up the mantle of Allison Ruth? Beyond her ambition, greed, and self sufficiency, Aesma is also is also the ruler of regret.
And what might regret make one wish to do but change: By living as someone utterly contrary to who she used to be, maybe she hoped she might change: Her beautiful face, once a hideous symbol of weakness, now defined her, living as a worker in a coffee shop and working out in order to appease the ideals of others when once the idea of her being a demure maid would be all but inconceivable.
And yet as Allison that life was ultimately hollow and empty to her, because in her heart of heats it is not her nature. And so when an opportunity came, she took it.
For if regret might make one change, it would also drive one to travel down old roads, taking different actions for the hope of different results. To learn the lessons as Allison she never did as Aesma: The shape of the world, the universal languages, the existence of truth. Likewise to do the deeds she did as Aesma, once more, but wiser.
As for the old roads Allison follows?
Already, she has forged a black flame, improperly and without knowledge of what she was doing. Perhaps she shall do so again, but grander and with proper knowledge.
Even now she stands on an edifice built the rumored ruins of the palace of the master of aesthetics. Perhaps Mottom will prove a teacher to her there, before she is slain.
Perhaps yet she shall find one who can teach the shape of the universe. It was recently revealed that Jadis at least knows.
And as for the master of ethics, she may well meet with the original: The master himself says: “I was born immaculately from the lotus that sprang from YISUN’s right eye” which one might take as a description of an angel, born from the flame of UN’s eye, and what angel might one expect to see at the speaking hall of YISUN, but the God’s scribe: Metatron.
I’ve never really been comfortable with this kind of opulence. How many lives were used to mortar those gilded walls?
Literally or figuratively?
I think he means figuratively but with this being the palace of a god and made from materials most beings have no names it would probably be a safe guarantee that the architect contains the remains of dead slaves. The beautiful colors could be the made from the blood and the palace and or ground could be made from the ground and dried bones of people mottom ate.
Both, really. I doubt someone like Mottom is one to talk out her disagreements, and the remains of the unfortunate have been buried in far lesser monuments.
Predation begets strength, such is the way of the living.
Truly, the greatest Glutton, the greatest Predator would wield one of the greatest strengths and most opulent of holdings
Yeah, so apparently I’m the first to notice, or at the very least the first to comment on this. But there is an extremely suspicious looking character in the back left (possibly a golden masked devil) and I feel that at some point this will have signifigance
I did notice, but sometimes one must remain silent in order to speak the truth
*Sets off immediately to woo and/or charm the fine four armed mistress in white towards the front. This may be a vacuous decision on his part*
Well of course it’ll be pretty on the outside. Heck, it’ll be pretty on the inside too.
Even evil has aesthetics.
It almost looks pleasant there.
It does seem Allison’s trip up here wasn’t entirely without incident.
The splendor of Glory blinds only those who bask in its radiance. Those who hold a hand to shield their eyes can see the truth.
So many are quick to assume that light is always benevolent, so quick to forget that what illuminates can blind, and they do not stop to think of the welcome respite a spot of shade beneath a tree provides the traveller.
I want one.
Where can I get one?
I will take the best care of it. Of that you can be sure.
I must have one.
Someone’s nouveau Rich.
the Palace of Gradients
Holy… you weren’t kidding, this is impressive. The depth and detail!
The little hairy chap to the right of the two Kindly ones – surely he is the gentleman who gave Tristran the babylon candle?
Fantastically glorious. A pleasure to be here.
I see no children here.