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Published: 2018-09-17 17:15:57 +0000 UTC; Views: 560; Favourites: 11; Downloads: 0
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Our world was young and full of lifeNot having yet contrived our strife
Our eyes were bright
Our days were long
The first notes rang of Djura's Song
'Twas at his master's feet he knelt
In radiant halls of light he dwelt
His name was power
His throne was tall
The Sorcerer Ruaidh, Lord of All
I would never blame the tragedy of Ruaidh on his followers, who sat reverently at his feet, and marveled at his magical might and creativity, for they were as children before him. I blame those who stood at his side, equals, peers in power and prestige, who let his power overwhelm him. They let his creative mind become a prison of hubris. A tragedy that precedes time, the ripples of which are felt to this day. (Listen to this for maximum enjoyment:Β youtu.be/trq3SyaYGbI )
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He would be approaching twelve feet in height. The delicate chains around his hand would be more accurately called a rosary of sorts (if he actually worshipped anything), and the gem is on his glove, matching his broach. Thank you for the compliments.
Let's try a new link. youtu.be/CuEXs_SXcak
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Interesting thoughts indeed. Your assessments are mostly very accurate here.
But don't waste too much sympathy.
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Wonder. I do like that word.
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It is a rare commodity in the adult world. And in danger of shrinkimg even more.
I am a moderate megalomaniac, in that I absolutely love big, powerful things. Battleships, suspension bridges, superhighways, industrial complexes, waterfalls, thunder, sonic booms, volcanic eruptions. Oh, they excite me.
Looking at them, I feel wonder.
But the wisest form of wonder, I believe, is what I struggle with. The wonder found in the little things. A singing cricket, a stone taken from a riverbed that feels as smooth as glass, a clover flower smaller than an acorn.
Information can kill wonder. An unfortunate side effect. Knowledge can breed cynicism. We live in an age of near unprecedented information, and such an abundance can have a desensitizing effect.
Unfortunate, but not inevitable. I make an effort to tend my sense of wonder, in the great and the small, as I grow ever older.
Don't kill Santa Claus. Teach what he embodies.
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Your own Neverland. What a sweet thought.
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I think if even your name is power then you mightβve gone too far XD
Looks awesome though! The clothes look quite exuberant
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Thank you. I wanted his raiment to look grandiose to the point of being impractical. I may have also drawn inspiration from the gods of Asura's Wrath. A lot of shading detail was lost in the scan, but what can you do?Β
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Mm thatβs a shame pencil drawings are always hard to scan. Thatβs why I normally take photos then try to touch them up afterwards
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Oh? Perhaps I should change my modus operandi then... Thanks for the advice.
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Well itβs just my way of doing things but itβs always good to know alternatives
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That gentleman looks like he is indeed very powerful. And also like he has great taste in fashion.
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He is the Sixth. You once asked me about the pantheon of gods within my world. Well, here's one of them. One of the Six guardians of stability in the world that is Mine. My world is full of raw energy, flowing, ebbing, pulsing, sometimes lashing out. Left unchecked, it would tear the physical plain apart into base elements and abstract matter. Ruaidh was appointed over all that lies beyond the world. All the excess energy that threatens life, like an incoming tide slowly licking away at the cliffs of the sea, is under his command. Every member of the Six could draw from this well of power, but none could so easily direct it's flow as he could. Well, no one except "her"... but that is another story. And to further ensure stability for the world and it's inhabitants, Ruaidh drew from deep within his well of creativity, and wove together a device from the threads of reality itself. A machine that dwelt within dimensions. The device's purpose was to draw in and pool the excess energy of the world within it's fathomless depths. A reservoir of power. A "Wellspring". This Wellspring took the form of a small green crystal, roughly the size of my hand (I know it seems smaller in the picture, but this is intentional. Ruaidh is a really big guy). He presented it to his fellow guardians, with the claim that this would allow them to further control the delicate balance of power in the world. And with the mad power now in check, time could finally begin to move forward. But this was not his true goal, I am afraid.
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Oh dear. ;w; What was his true goal?
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Depends on who you ask.
Was it to be the only one holding a device containing enough raw power to buy and sell five godly entities at once, thus ensuring his status as "Greatest Over All"?
Was it a premeditated act of revenge for a past wrong (not yet mentioned by me, now that I think about it)?
Was it simply to try and curb the agonizingly strong energy that he was drowning in, despite his best efforts to send it in literally any other direction?
Maybe it was all of the above. Whatever the case, there was... conflict. And in the end, this poor, mad, creative, egocentric genius was forever lost to his friends.
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