Archive for November 26th, 2010
#6 Lava Gologoth
The Lava Gologoth is a massive elemental titan imbued with all of the heat and pressure of the core of the planet and all of the strengths that come with it. The Lava Gologoth can create mountain ranges and active volcanoes almost at pure whimsy, by continually stomping around underground and forcing new mountains up on the surface.
Standing at a staggering 2500 feet tall, it’s a mountain of  a monster; its footprints can obliterate most smaller cities and communities. Ancient tomes of worshippers declare that the Lava Gologoth will someday return to the surface of the world where it will reclaim the mountains and soil as its kingdom; and all living creatures as its slaves. It’s a good thing that the Lava Gologoth doesn’t realy exist!
…right?
#21 Blork Orihic
is a known criminal mastermind wanted in over a dozen sectors in as many dimensions. Recently Orihic has broken into the Thaneston Penitentiary of Clagleg 7 to free his former associate Bragon Orrrg and the serial killer known as Fles the Devourer.
Whereabouts… Unknown
Status… Armed and dangerous approach with extreme caution.
“DIE VEGAN DIE” Starring Duke Hasenpfeffer
Duke is an action star, you see, and is not terribly bright. I tried explaining that Vegans are not “Communists from the Peoples’ Republic of Vulgaria,” but he wouldn’t listen to me. No Vegans- or bunnies- were harmed in the creation of this cartoon. They may have high blood pressure now though. Duke Hasenpfeffer loves action movies, red meat and hyperbole.
#25 – Damien Plank
Damien Plank is the lead guitar player for the band “Dr Hawthorne’s Crazy House”.
He was the guitar player for the wildly popular band “Weasel Jesus” before being recruited by Zack Fisher.
Damien doesn’t care what Zack has planned for the world, just as long as the paychecks keep coming.
#18 Busae, Repose Before Sunrise
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Busae • Repose Before Sunrise
While a part of his foothills has become decidedly habitable by humans, Busae’s true form is of jagged rocks and hard earth, made fertilized by the bodies buried beneath him. One of the more inaccessible mountains of his range, Busae’s bone-like summits looked like they cut the rising sun in half, which was why his was the site of many morning offerings of tribal societies. This accumulation of many selfless energies has allowed Busae to become a venerated mountain, and as is his nature, he has offered his trails as Pathways to the Grand Parade, much like Makktanh » does.
Despite his fearsome appearance, Busae believes in self-will. He is known to have spared ‘sacrifices’ who did not understand what they had gotten themselves into, though he greets those who do with a campfire and a drink of dew before morning. He takes his title from the fact that those who travel to his summit manage to sleep a few hours before morning light breaks.
#17 Chitose, Of A Thousand Years
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Chitose • Of A Thousand Years
People all over the world invoke Chitose when they embark on a thousand-crane-folding project, but not everyone is who Chitose chooses. Chitose is finicky and lazy, the immense amount of power in the thousand-feathered wings often inducing lethargy and, frankly, Chitose has little patience for people who do not believe in what they are doing.
One is actually folding away one’s life, one crane at a time, in a way shedding; for every wish, a crane, and for every crane, a piece of mortality is lifted away. It is not successfully lifted if one does not believe that one has lost something in exchange for what one wishes, and to Chitose, this is like being served stale wine or a half-baked rice cake. When a successful devotee has folded the last crane, thereby activating the completed wish, Chitose is there to meet them along with a Fire or a Snow to point them to the Parade.
The difference is that, as a reward for their strong belief, Chitose gives them a feather from the Thousand-Feathered plumage, to “make your travels henceforth lighter.” Nobody knows if Chitose is a male or a female, as cranes can be hermaphrodites and can’t be bothered with limited human imagination.
Zonnebrand the lil’ devil
Zonnebrand the lil' devil
“Zonnebrand” is the Dutch word for “Sunburn.” I wanted to name him after something annoying and painful but not too evil since he’s a little impish fellow. 🙂
Day#25 Rok’sla (with Author, James S. Allen)
#25 Rok'sla, by Jande Rowe for Alien Artifacts written by James.S. Allen
“I have been specially trained.”
Note: James S. Allen has written a delightful space adventure novel, “Alien Artifacts”, about a pair of Xenoarchaeologists from the Institute of Ancient Studies, Rowan and Stephen, embarking on their first dig on an unknown planet dubbed “Dekkar V”. They are both very excited about this, but sooner than you would expect things go wrong and they are plunged into a fascinating world of beauty, intrigue and living alien artifacts. James has kindly given me the excerpt from Alien Artifacts below as an introduction to his character, Rok’sla, of the Calurrian race:
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They moved off to follow the well worn path that was indicated by the marker beacons. It was pleasant to stretch their legs beneath the open sky, even if it was purplish black, after several weeks shipboard. In the light gravity, they made short work of the journey. As they approached the camp, they were greeted by a brief burst of static in their suit comms, and then an unfamiliar guttural voice.
“Welcome colleagues. Please proceed to the airlock on the largest dome. I’ll be waiting there to greet you.”
They cycled through the designated airlock and emerged into a large, brightly lit room that was obviously a laboratory. The room was strewn with sealed boxes, equipment, instruments and ancient alien artifacts in many shapes and sizes. There were also three persons in the room. The smallest of these, an orange-skinned gnomish looking individual, moved forward to greet them. He waited while Stephen and Rowan removed their helmets, and then addressed them in the same guttural voice that had come across the suit comm units.
“Greetings. I am Dr. Rok’sla. I lead the UU expedition. These are my associates, Assistant Researchers Kloskan and Durnel.” He indicated the two figures that towered behind him to the left and right.
Stephen looked at them and did a double take. The seven foot tall reptilian forms were familiar to him, and he was quite taken aback to see them standing here in lab coats.
“Yes,” continued Dr. Rok’sla drily, “they are indeed Gorth. There is a great deal of…misinformation that circulates about the Gorth race. Contrary to popular opinion, they are not all pirates. Many of them choose to pursue careers in the arts and sciences. As have these two, my able colleagues here on Dekkar V.”
The two Gorth smiled hugely at Stephen and Rowan, revealing a startling array of jagged razor sharp teeth.
“Unfortunately, however, one piece of common knowledge about the Gorth is true. They are quite unable to master Galcom, and hence will be unable to converse with you directly. If there is anything you wish to ask of them or convey to them, I fear I will have to translate for you.”
This piqued Rowan’s curiosity. “That’s quite fascinating Dr. Rok’sla. I understood the Gorth to communicate by extremely low frequency sound waves, produced and received by specially evolved organs in their tails. Those frequencies are far below the threshold that can be created by the vocal apparatus of most species. Are you saying the calurrian race have some sort of similar capability?”
An unreadable expression appeared briefly on the bulbous features of the rotund little being and he answered tersely.
“I have been specially trained.” His face smoothed again into its former blandness. “And now, perhaps, you would extend the courtesy of introducing yourselves?”
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Afternote: The next Character will also be from the novel Alien Artifacts. James has definitely created some memorable ones. It has been interesting finding a balance between the ones I saw in my own minds eye when I read the novel and the ones I shape from my discourse with the author. Another completely new and satisfying process –a path to agreement– must be forged in order for the author to be happy with what emerges from my pen.
Enjoy!
#30Characters Chatter…