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
I wonder if humanity in its entirety has designed six billion hates over the course of its mere hundred thousand or so years of existence on this rock.
Hate is the nature of man, oft; And hate, a passionate fire easily fed, has likely been felt by every human for everyone they know. Surely, then, six billion hates have been designed, felt intensely and forgotten.
Not certain about *hats*, though.
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?
Ha!
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.