Obviously the pyramid-headed dude with the single red eye (way in the back, in the space between Mottom’s throne and the band) is a follower of Y.V., the Gun God. His name is King Redda ‘da Red, of the planet Venus (that is, one of thousands of Venuses that pay worship to Y.V.).
He pledged allegiance to Mottom’s empire, in return for phat stacks and lots of guns. Though the harvest of his world’s resources is a shame, his subjects bear the pay with forgiveness, knowing that Redda only follows their god’s commandments: GET MUNY. CLACK CLACK.
Has no-one spoken for numbers 126 and 128? I believe they are known to me.
I almost didn’t recognize them, but I am certain that they are daughters of the Ink Drippers Guild. Maxima Indigo and Cerulea Indigo, are their names.
The two sisters have hardly been apart since they were born, and they make a good team. Though they are Servants, they have a powerful Will, and should not be underestimated. Maxima, the elder, is known to be a skilled devil binder. Cerulea, the younger, is widely praised for her keen eye for detail, and her strong instinct for opportunity.
Both ladies have been accused of using their lady-like assets to further their family’s goals. I’ve even heard rumors that more than one rival was last seen following the pair to the bedchamber they share.
Their family was long a major power in the guild, however in the wake of the Battle of Hell 71, the tides have turned against them. Many of the slain were members or allies to their family, and their position is now precipitous.
They were wise to seize on this ball as a pretense for getting out of town, and away from the knives of their rivals. Among the guests here they will find many who will aid them in return for honeyed words and unenforceable promises.
Unless Allison does something to upset their plans, I expect they’ll live long, prosperous, unhappy lives.
Hm…good word, is that the Countess Marila de Valta of Ardemnon? Over there in the corner, to the left of the fellow with the scar on his head? I must say, I’m rather surprised to see her at an event such as this, she’s never been one for social functions considering her…unfortunate appearance.
She apparently was quite a beauty in the days before her planet’s conquest; the Rose of the Thousand Moons, the Pale Flame of Ciranalde they called her. She was well known for her many, many suitors, and even more well known for throwing them out on the palace steps screaming obscenities. Alas, her fire did her in in the end. When Mottom came calling, she was one of the only ones in the court to defy her, and…well we all know how Mottom deals with such things. It’s shocking the Countess got off as easily as she did, though I’m told the growth will spread and overwhelm the rest of her eventually; a slow, exquisitely hideous and agonizing death. Quite typical. How the countess eats like that I’ll never know, and for that I am quite glad.
And I do believe that insectoid fellow with the four wine glasses is X’janroq Pthoth J’kqonril, Commander-General of the United Federation of New Taiquil. Never met him, though I do know of him. During the Kaqavar Conflicts, when he was still only a commander, he won the Battle of East Qoth by having his men wear the carapaces of the fallen enemy soldiers and flanking them in the guise of bringing reinforcements. He also convinced the Free Army of Kor’quili’kir to surrender by arranging for them to receive care packages filled with flesh-eating Tykol spores. And apparently his first gift to Mottom was a statue supposedly sculpted from the heads of every general he’d slain; only one of the sculptors tells me they didn’t have enough heads to build it, so he secretly used some of his own injured troops instead. Charming man. Insect. Whatever.
The tall green insectoid fellow with the plumed crest on his head standing next to the left of the second pillar from the right in the far background is Twice-Molted Arbiter Krr’tk’tk of the Bilious Hive. He towers uncomfortably over the other guests and stands quietly next to the pillar in a vain attempt to make himself inconspicuous. Mottom knows he is socially awkward and invites him to her soirees solely to watch him squirm.
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The royalty assembled pale in comparison to the musical group performing for the demiurge’s pleasure. Each member has seen civilizations fall for their melodies. The voice of the blue skinned vocalist has incited a war spanning a hundred worlds. The strings players enticed a hundred names from the followers of the black flame. The woodwinds calmed the fury of a hundred servants of the white flame. Any one player could command the attention of worlds with their individual tunes. For Mottom, they are light ambiance.
Obviously the pyramid-headed dude with the single red eye (way in the back, in the space between Mottom’s throne and the band) is a follower of Y.V., the Gun God. His name is King Redda ‘da Red, of the planet Venus (that is, one of thousands of Venuses that pay worship to Y.V.).
He pledged allegiance to Mottom’s empire, in return for phat stacks and lots of guns. Though the harvest of his world’s resources is a shame, his subjects bear the pay with forgiveness, knowing that Redda only follows their god’s commandments: GET MUNY. CLACK CLACK.
Has no-one spoken for numbers 126 and 128? I believe they are known to me.
I almost didn’t recognize them, but I am certain that they are daughters of the Ink Drippers Guild. Maxima Indigo and Cerulea Indigo, are their names.
The two sisters have hardly been apart since they were born, and they make a good team. Though they are Servants, they have a powerful Will, and should not be underestimated. Maxima, the elder, is known to be a skilled devil binder. Cerulea, the younger, is widely praised for her keen eye for detail, and her strong instinct for opportunity.
Both ladies have been accused of using their lady-like assets to further their family’s goals. I’ve even heard rumors that more than one rival was last seen following the pair to the bedchamber they share.
Their family was long a major power in the guild, however in the wake of the Battle of Hell 71, the tides have turned against them. Many of the slain were members or allies to their family, and their position is now precipitous.
They were wise to seize on this ball as a pretense for getting out of town, and away from the knives of their rivals. Among the guests here they will find many who will aid them in return for honeyed words and unenforceable promises.
Unless Allison does something to upset their plans, I expect they’ll live long, prosperous, unhappy lives.
Hm…good word, is that the Countess Marila de Valta of Ardemnon? Over there in the corner, to the left of the fellow with the scar on his head? I must say, I’m rather surprised to see her at an event such as this, she’s never been one for social functions considering her…unfortunate appearance.
She apparently was quite a beauty in the days before her planet’s conquest; the Rose of the Thousand Moons, the Pale Flame of Ciranalde they called her. She was well known for her many, many suitors, and even more well known for throwing them out on the palace steps screaming obscenities. Alas, her fire did her in in the end. When Mottom came calling, she was one of the only ones in the court to defy her, and…well we all know how Mottom deals with such things. It’s shocking the Countess got off as easily as she did, though I’m told the growth will spread and overwhelm the rest of her eventually; a slow, exquisitely hideous and agonizing death. Quite typical. How the countess eats like that I’ll never know, and for that I am quite glad.
And I do believe that insectoid fellow with the four wine glasses is X’janroq Pthoth J’kqonril, Commander-General of the United Federation of New Taiquil. Never met him, though I do know of him. During the Kaqavar Conflicts, when he was still only a commander, he won the Battle of East Qoth by having his men wear the carapaces of the fallen enemy soldiers and flanking them in the guise of bringing reinforcements. He also convinced the Free Army of Kor’quili’kir to surrender by arranging for them to receive care packages filled with flesh-eating Tykol spores. And apparently his first gift to Mottom was a statue supposedly sculpted from the heads of every general he’d slain; only one of the sculptors tells me they didn’t have enough heads to build it, so he secretly used some of his own injured troops instead. Charming man. Insect. Whatever.
Please tell me this is available as a jigsaw puzzle.
The tall green insectoid fellow with the plumed crest on his head standing next to the left of the second pillar from the right in the far background is Twice-Molted Arbiter Krr’tk’tk of the Bilious Hive. He towers uncomfortably over the other guests and stands quietly next to the pillar in a vain attempt to make himself inconspicuous. Mottom knows he is socially awkward and invites him to her soirees solely to watch him squirm.
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What a fantabulous post this has been. Never seen this kind of useful post. I am grateful to you and expect more number of posts like these. Thank you very much.
Excellent .. Amazing .. I’ll bookmark your blog and take the feeds also…I’m happy to find so many useful info here in the post, we need work out more techniques in this regard, thanks for sharing.
I think this is a really good article. You make this information interesting and engaging. You give readers a lot to think about and I appreciate that kind of writing.
The royalty assembled pale in comparison to the musical group performing for the demiurge’s pleasure. Each member has seen civilizations fall for their melodies. The voice of the blue skinned vocalist has incited a war spanning a hundred worlds. The strings players enticed a hundred names from the followers of the black flame. The woodwinds calmed the fury of a hundred servants of the white flame. Any one player could command the attention of worlds with their individual tunes. For Mottom, they are light ambiance.