A yes I remember Jesus of Nazareth an excellent healer but a terrible candidate for royalty. He knew of the terrible truth but was abysmal at violence and couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of paradoxes. Though he was a master carpenter made me house that still lasts 2000+ years.
I dunno, I like him for what he used his Art for. Making wine out of water is a surest way to a Black Flame’s heart.
No that your kind would care for wine.
Slander! Have you not heard how he preached that he was God, and God was three people? YTTR AM! And against your accusation of his pacifism, you should know he was an excellent swordsman. After all, he absolutely hated the sword. The violence of his life was so terrible that he destroyed death himself!
He also brought forth an unending stream of violence, murder, crusading and
inquisition of the heretics and sinners. He brought forth holy destruction upon dozens of other priests and faiths, and anihilation of whole societies or their enslavement in his name. He was the spark for many wars, and more blood has been shed in his name than a whole sea could hold.
Feh. You know not one of His latter day prophets, sent to share his 5th Gospel, “The Book of Dickens”, wherein the Angel of the Present proclaimed to The Old Covetous Sinner, who spoke of similar slanderous gossip as you: “Such so called ‘men of the cloth’ are as strange to us as if they had never been born!”
The most cunning & bold of devils are those who fool men into thinking that they are their gods or angels.
The two similar men in powdered wigs and blue military garb are Lord-Admirals of the airship forces of a world known for its deep and eternal cloud cover. They both keep heir eyes covered due to a sensitivity to even this much light. The one far left wears a gilded breathing mask, relic of his service in the toxic storms, for which he is well regarded.
The Magistrate, a capricious wench of peculiar tastes, hardly regards his service in the toxic maelstroms of Venenubes as an achievement of high valor – rather an action of duty. One might say she will have finished her duty as an Estate Magistrate of One Thousand and One Worlds once she lies in a pond of her red essence.
Why, I do believe I know her – the large miss in blue, above the similar miss in orange, to our right. I do believe that that is Mistress Royesse de Calvarent. Now, as you all know, traditionally the Mistress Royesse is generally a minor role – while a member of a regency council, it is often the least of these notables, whose main duty is to educate their charge in matters of romance and debauchery (a lady for a Lady, of course). However, the Lady de Calvarent is a rather notable exception, and an exceptional lady indeed! Rather than using some drab or bon vivant for an example, de Calvarent taught the Princess Marcela how to seduce, dominate, and extract every once of pleasure from a partner by targeting the other members of the Regency Council. Man or woman, the pair had their fill of every Noble between the Princess and the throne, and rather than inheriting a throne weakened by years of infighting, she mounted one like she mounted all her Lords, mighty and unwavering. de Calvarent remained the doting and salacious servant to the new Queen, refusing the title of High Chancellor in favor of her Regency title in a show of humility. However, the facts place her as the highest confidant and adviser, title none-withstanding, and the only person to go match the Queen’s insatiable carnal appetites. Mottom, of course, appreciates a good insatiable appetite for flesh, having one of her own, or so rumor says. I’m not surprised to see her in this ballroom, one who seems lowly, but is the secret heart of power.
The man with the wig, golden glasses and medals on his suit? Yes, I do indeed know him.
Anyone who has visited the Land of Aria will undoubtedly recognise the face of it’s foremost Crown Prince; Ayrvun Vys Garveid.
The Ayrvun Clan has ruled Aria ever since Mottom taught Queen Ayrvun Vys Mayim how to compose her Song of Chained Will and bind the land to her will.
It’s been generations since then and the current queen is growing ill, however Garveid seems too distracted by parties and hedonism to compose his own Song; which means it is likely he will be usurped.
Perhaps though, he’s attending this ball for a more important reason? I suspect he hopes Mottom will teach him what she taught his ancestor so many years ago, allowing him to keep cruising through life without effort or care.
Royal gossip is the least regal thing in the multiverse.
Now that the philosophical whatnot is out of the way, I do say that one of the princey boys there has already been usurped. He’s not visible in this picture, and good riddance, he’s an ugly mudder, but I think you can see his hat in the back. He was in good standing with Mottom, and good for him, he earned it. Tried to balance out his duties and delegate responsibly, yadda yadda. He forgot that Mottom doesn’t impose too often on guild action, so he got reckless. He borrowed from something like eight dozen guilds in the past fifty years and personally told off a few dozen more. A poor choice.
Taking advantage of the party, a last-minute guild union was formed and his big, fancy marble-steel castle just got hit with a low-orbit Gift of Mercy. He’ll hear about it soon and he’ll throw his hissy fit, but a banker’s family was just put in a temporary position of power. As soon as word reaches Mottom’s cabinet (another hour, probably), he’ll get thrown out of the party quietly. Then a few guild transporters will escort him to his final resting place.
Say what you will about guilds, but you can’t deny that dealing with loan sharks is always a bad choice. I never liked him, anyway. Owed me a couple seasons of drywheat and yeast.
Admiral G.W. Shark(foreground, don’t act like you didn’t notice him) was the leader of a revolution from an oppressive regime known as the Meglodom. His people were an exploited race, smaller than the mainstream Meglodom elites, and forced to give up the product of their labor to fund an ever-expanding empire. As shark-people, the Meglodom empire depended on a fish-based diet rich in omega 3’s, but over-consumption was killing the fish population. Without precious omega 3’s, heart disease was the biggest problem facing the Meglodom. The solution? Send the smaller race to a colony to perform the brutal manual labor of farming flax seeds as a substitute of omega 3’s.
G.W. Shark became the leader and icon he is when he coined the phrase “no flaxation without representation.” The former colony became a great independent nation and a wonderful era of innovation and affluence began.
Look, there goes the Marchessa of the world of Zan-zed – laugh not, good sir, for that on her head is not mere decoration, but an actual ship, shrunk down through an artifact, with her crew and treasures along in it. What magnificent posture, balance and confidence – to be expected of, from a pirate-queen.
I have heard that he is indeed a master of the art of ‘Rap’, though he spits his rhymes sparingly and only rarely do those fortunate few who bare witness to his music survive to tell the tale.
My sister claims to have witnessed him lyrically annihilating the Circle of the Great Wave in Akansa, but I somehow doubt she would have managed to survive such an encounter.
Baron Von Stunnershades in front, Overseer of the Htraxian Abyss, Keeper of the True Banner, Conqueror (or Liberator depending on who you ask) of the Republic of Jinraet, is actually long dead and has been undergoing Weekend At Bernie’s style hijinks ever since. His keepers, however have gone missing at the ball, but no one seems to notice that the Baron has been standing in the same spot for the past few hours.
Challenge Accepted!
The 3 beak faced gentlemens are regents of the Avian lands. Going counterclockwise they are:
Mermont the eldest of the three. Mermont the most agressive of the commanders enjoys red tinctures and relishes the lies of dying beings.
Trupit the middle of the three. Trupit is the commander of the dreaded Avian land Navy, the Armada squad. Trupit enjoys pillaging cheeses from the various peninsulas she visits.
Byrd the youngest of the three is the most dry of the regents, its is rumored that Byrd carries a big DUCK. What that truly means or entails is certainly unknown.
This is the strangest rendition of Hamlet I’ve seen in some time.
Definitely a fan of that bug dude in the middle quad-fisting wine glasses
the amount of class is unmatchable
Definitely a fan of that bug dude in the middle quad-fisting wine glasses.
Anyone else digging techno-washington?
Which one?
Center-Bottom-Left. The gentleman with the unique eyewear and powdered wig standing to the left of the insectoid fellow.
I was talking about the one with the orange glasses but I just noticed the one with the mask. I think they’re my new favourite characters
I was thinking “Starlord Washington.”
Electro-Jefferson certainly is.
He’s the first guy I noticed. I thought the same thing. Looks as if some of our founding fathers were more than meets the eye.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7iVsdRbhnc
Yes.
Yes I am.
A yes I remember Jesus of Nazareth an excellent healer but a terrible candidate for royalty. He knew of the terrible truth but was abysmal at violence and couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of paradoxes. Though he was a master carpenter made me house that still lasts 2000+ years.
I dunno, I like him for what he used his Art for. Making wine out of water is a surest way to a Black Flame’s heart.
No that your kind would care for wine.
Slander! Have you not heard how he preached that he was God, and God was three people? YTTR AM! And against your accusation of his pacifism, you should know he was an excellent swordsman. After all, he absolutely hated the sword. The violence of his life was so terrible that he destroyed death himself!
He also brought forth an unending stream of violence, murder, crusading and
inquisition of the heretics and sinners. He brought forth holy destruction upon dozens of other priests and faiths, and anihilation of whole societies or their enslavement in his name. He was the spark for many wars, and more blood has been shed in his name than a whole sea could hold.
The violence of his life was great indeed!
Feh. You know not one of His latter day prophets, sent to share his 5th Gospel, “The Book of Dickens”, wherein the Angel of the Present proclaimed to The Old Covetous Sinner, who spoke of similar slanderous gossip as you: “Such so called ‘men of the cloth’ are as strange to us as if they had never been born!”
The most cunning & bold of devils are those who fool men into thinking that they are their gods or angels.
I take up part of this challenge.
The two similar men in powdered wigs and blue military garb are Lord-Admirals of the airship forces of a world known for its deep and eternal cloud cover. They both keep heir eyes covered due to a sensitivity to even this much light. The one far left wears a gilded breathing mask, relic of his service in the toxic storms, for which he is well regarded.
The Magistrate, a capricious wench of peculiar tastes, hardly regards his service in the toxic maelstroms of Venenubes as an achievement of high valor – rather an action of duty. One might say she will have finished her duty as an Estate Magistrate of One Thousand and One Worlds once she lies in a pond of her red essence.
Why, I do believe I know her – the large miss in blue, above the similar miss in orange, to our right. I do believe that that is Mistress Royesse de Calvarent. Now, as you all know, traditionally the Mistress Royesse is generally a minor role – while a member of a regency council, it is often the least of these notables, whose main duty is to educate their charge in matters of romance and debauchery (a lady for a Lady, of course). However, the Lady de Calvarent is a rather notable exception, and an exceptional lady indeed! Rather than using some drab or bon vivant for an example, de Calvarent taught the Princess Marcela how to seduce, dominate, and extract every once of pleasure from a partner by targeting the other members of the Regency Council. Man or woman, the pair had their fill of every Noble between the Princess and the throne, and rather than inheriting a throne weakened by years of infighting, she mounted one like she mounted all her Lords, mighty and unwavering. de Calvarent remained the doting and salacious servant to the new Queen, refusing the title of High Chancellor in favor of her Regency title in a show of humility. However, the facts place her as the highest confidant and adviser, title none-withstanding, and the only person to go match the Queen’s insatiable carnal appetites. Mottom, of course, appreciates a good insatiable appetite for flesh, having one of her own, or so rumor says. I’m not surprised to see her in this ballroom, one who seems lowly, but is the secret heart of power.
Sharp-Teeth Blue Lady x Shutter Shades George Washington is my new OTP.
This fool spies with his little eyes the Kanye west of the multiplicity. Acting all chilled with the shutter glasses douch bagging up the entire room.
There is nothing about this comment I don’t love.
How did Mother Om know she was referring to a person instead of a string of syllables?
Her own name’s Nadia, and there’s that other Demiurge guy called Solomon David. Maybe some names are just common across the Multiverse?
Jesus was a fairly common name, now represented as Joshua. Seems likely that she’s run into more than a few.
Well if you insist Alt-Text: The guy near the right with the mustache is the king of Speng. It’s kinda like spain, but hairier
The birdman (Shady Sherm) he’s talking with is giving him the “Don’t talk to me or my wife every again” treatment, purely because he’s
The downfall of Nadia Om is shaping up to be the saddest turn of events yet. All these moments are bittersweet.
The man with the wig, golden glasses and medals on his suit? Yes, I do indeed know him.
Anyone who has visited the Land of Aria will undoubtedly recognise the face of it’s foremost Crown Prince; Ayrvun Vys Garveid.
The Ayrvun Clan has ruled Aria ever since Mottom taught Queen Ayrvun Vys Mayim how to compose her Song of Chained Will and bind the land to her will.
It’s been generations since then and the current queen is growing ill, however Garveid seems too distracted by parties and hedonism to compose his own Song; which means it is likely he will be usurped.
Perhaps though, he’s attending this ball for a more important reason? I suspect he hopes Mottom will teach him what she taught his ancestor so many years ago, allowing him to keep cruising through life without effort or care.
So, does anyone have any royal gossip to share?
I am pleased that this does not conflict strongly with my own words.
Royal gossip is the least regal thing in the multiverse.
Now that the philosophical whatnot is out of the way, I do say that one of the princey boys there has already been usurped. He’s not visible in this picture, and good riddance, he’s an ugly mudder, but I think you can see his hat in the back. He was in good standing with Mottom, and good for him, he earned it. Tried to balance out his duties and delegate responsibly, yadda yadda. He forgot that Mottom doesn’t impose too often on guild action, so he got reckless. He borrowed from something like eight dozen guilds in the past fifty years and personally told off a few dozen more. A poor choice.
Taking advantage of the party, a last-minute guild union was formed and his big, fancy marble-steel castle just got hit with a low-orbit Gift of Mercy. He’ll hear about it soon and he’ll throw his hissy fit, but a banker’s family was just put in a temporary position of power. As soon as word reaches Mottom’s cabinet (another hour, probably), he’ll get thrown out of the party quietly. Then a few guild transporters will escort him to his final resting place.
Say what you will about guilds, but you can’t deny that dealing with loan sharks is always a bad choice. I never liked him, anyway. Owed me a couple seasons of drywheat and yeast.
This one is impressed by your references to our own worlds regal history, the boat hat was a nice touch.
some would say
nice boat
Admiral G.W. Shark(foreground, don’t act like you didn’t notice him) was the leader of a revolution from an oppressive regime known as the Meglodom. His people were an exploited race, smaller than the mainstream Meglodom elites, and forced to give up the product of their labor to fund an ever-expanding empire. As shark-people, the Meglodom empire depended on a fish-based diet rich in omega 3’s, but over-consumption was killing the fish population. Without precious omega 3’s, heart disease was the biggest problem facing the Meglodom. The solution? Send the smaller race to a colony to perform the brutal manual labor of farming flax seeds as a substitute of omega 3’s.
G.W. Shark became the leader and icon he is when he coined the phrase “no flaxation without representation.” The former colony became a great independent nation and a wonderful era of innovation and affluence began.
And here I thought this was obviously just Xanxost, writer of “Faces of Evil”.
Look, there goes the Marchessa of the world of Zan-zed – laugh not, good sir, for that on her head is not mere decoration, but an actual ship, shrunk down through an artifact, with her crew and treasures along in it. What magnificent posture, balance and confidence – to be expected of, from a pirate-queen.
The Lady with the Ship on Her Head is indeed worthy of royalty: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb8EMPl5gxE
i don’t know who she is, but that lady with the ship on her hat is my hero. I bless.
Gives two entirely separate meanings to the phrase: She’s wearing a Pinafore. (What, never? Hardly ever!)
So I look at the guy with a powdered wig and shutter shade, and I think: there is a man who eliminated his rivals in rap battles to the death.
I have heard that he is indeed a master of the art of ‘Rap’, though he spits his rhymes sparingly and only rarely do those fortunate few who bare witness to his music survive to tell the tale.
My sister claims to have witnessed him lyrically annihilating the Circle of the Great Wave in Akansa, but I somehow doubt she would have managed to survive such an encounter.
Community response: No.
We shall begin regardless.
The only true answer is YS
Lovely use of color!
http://imgur.com/ptnTptz
Pick a number, everyone. We can get through this is if we work together.
Lord Shuttershades
My only sorrow, i fear six juggernaut will not wait for the song to end.
Baron Von Stunnershades in front, Overseer of the Htraxian Abyss, Keeper of the True Banner, Conqueror (or Liberator depending on who you ask) of the Republic of Jinraet, is actually long dead and has been undergoing Weekend At Bernie’s style hijinks ever since. His keepers, however have gone missing at the ball, but no one seems to notice that the Baron has been standing in the same spot for the past few hours.
Challenge Accepted!
The 3 beak faced gentlemens are regents of the Avian lands. Going counterclockwise they are:
Mermont the eldest of the three. Mermont the most agressive of the commanders enjoys red tinctures and relishes the lies of dying beings.
Trupit the middle of the three. Trupit is the commander of the dreaded Avian land Navy, the Armada squad. Trupit enjoys pillaging cheeses from the various peninsulas she visits.
Byrd the youngest of the three is the most dry of the regents, its is rumored that Byrd carries a big DUCK. What that truly means or entails is certainly unknown.