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"Where is this Blacksmith then?” (Commissioned from Chaton
“It’s been almost a full year now. And you and your men have found no trace of this Star-Metal?” The contempt in his hissing tone evident to all.
Sat upon the stone throne of the Audience Chamber within the Khoraf Pyramid (which had the distinct honour of already being set at the correct position for the Star-Metal Disc that would be set upon its peak) his slitted eyes pierced the Serpent-Man Grunt who delivered the news.
Larger and more muscular than the lowly grunts who comprised the bulk of the Army of Set, his scales differing from the dull dark olive-green of the Serpent-Men with three distinct colours, emerald-green for most of his body, sandy-yellow underscales and his head and face a dark leaf-green. Other key variations lay in his thick tail that rested over the armrest of the throne seat, and also in attire. Whilst the Serpent-Men soldiers were dressed perpetually for combat, leather and iron armour with only their arms exposed, he had nothing but a simple leather hip-guard to cover himself with, bare feet resting on the stone pedestal set ahead of the seat.
“But, General Ssith!” The Serpent-Man tried to explain to him. “We have already searched everywhere!”
Despite the General’s record, he was not particularly well-liked by most of the Serpent-Men, who even today, considered him less than themselves. Only their fear of Ram-Amon, obedience to Set, and his own impressive record kept them in line.
Ssith rose from his seat, claws clicking as he made his way down the steps to address him point-blank.
“Then, you had best search further. To the ends of the Earth if you must. Remember, that Star-Metal is vital to releasing Set, thus failure is no option for you. Dismissed.”
“U-Understood, General.” He made a hasty salute before turning to leave.
Watching him leave, Ssith knew that time was running out. He couldn’t stall for time forever and if he failed to produce results soon, he would have to explain this to Ram-Amon himself, something that would result in dire consequences for himself. He was about to return to the throne when another grunt arrived.
“General, we have brought someone to speak with you, he claims to have seen the Star-Metal you seek!”
The one in question, a lanky human he noted, clearly looked to be one that had fallen on hard times, judging by the poor state of his torn and patched clothing. Clearly he hoped for a financial reward for the information.
“You.” He directed the question at the human. “You claim to know the location of the Star-Metal?”
“Y-y-y-yes. I-It was being s-sold at market, b-by a B-Blacksmith.” He stuttered, visibly afraid of his very appearance.
“Where? Where is this Blacksmith then?”
“I-In t-the Northern M-Mountains, wh-where the Cimmerians l-l-l-live.” This was exactly the news he needed to hear, now that he had a location, from there he could claim it and bring it to where it would be melted down and refashioned into the discs required to free Set, and all under his own watchful eye.
“Good.” Now he addressed the soldier who brought him in. “Prepare my Chariot, I will leave for Stygia at first light to report this to Ram-Amon in Person. You know what to do with him.” The last statement the clear instruction as to how to deal with the informant.
He would only have a very few hours for rest as he retreated to his own quarters, but it would suffice. With Stygia being closer to the Northern Mountains than Khoraf, using troops from their made more sense from a military standpoint, they’d be in better condition for the climate and have less distance to cover, both of which should be enough to convince Ram-Amon once he learned of the news he had to deliver.
As for the informant, he had judged that he was the kind who was only doing this for the sake of money. Those paid with money for information, could just as easily sell it elsewhere for money, perhaps even sell out in its name. Not a risk that he was prepared to take, but he had effective methods for ensuring their silence.
Commissioned from
ChatonBleu
Advancing from the Previous Image, now he's spent almost a year trying to perform the task given to him, and only now gets some results worth reporting.
Since he never became the Chief Servant of Set in this AU, which was the time he got his name from Set, I had to come up with a different one for Wrath-Amon, opting for the name of Ssith.
Original Submission is here
Wrath-Amon is © - Hasbro Studios
Conan is © - Since when was Conan anyone's property!?!
Art is © -
Posted with Permission
Sat upon the stone throne of the Audience Chamber within the Khoraf Pyramid (which had the distinct honour of already being set at the correct position for the Star-Metal Disc that would be set upon its peak) his slitted eyes pierced the Serpent-Man Grunt who delivered the news.
Larger and more muscular than the lowly grunts who comprised the bulk of the Army of Set, his scales differing from the dull dark olive-green of the Serpent-Men with three distinct colours, emerald-green for most of his body, sandy-yellow underscales and his head and face a dark leaf-green. Other key variations lay in his thick tail that rested over the armrest of the throne seat, and also in attire. Whilst the Serpent-Men soldiers were dressed perpetually for combat, leather and iron armour with only their arms exposed, he had nothing but a simple leather hip-guard to cover himself with, bare feet resting on the stone pedestal set ahead of the seat.
“But, General Ssith!” The Serpent-Man tried to explain to him. “We have already searched everywhere!”
Despite the General’s record, he was not particularly well-liked by most of the Serpent-Men, who even today, considered him less than themselves. Only their fear of Ram-Amon, obedience to Set, and his own impressive record kept them in line.
Ssith rose from his seat, claws clicking as he made his way down the steps to address him point-blank.
“Then, you had best search further. To the ends of the Earth if you must. Remember, that Star-Metal is vital to releasing Set, thus failure is no option for you. Dismissed.”
“U-Understood, General.” He made a hasty salute before turning to leave.
Watching him leave, Ssith knew that time was running out. He couldn’t stall for time forever and if he failed to produce results soon, he would have to explain this to Ram-Amon himself, something that would result in dire consequences for himself. He was about to return to the throne when another grunt arrived.
“General, we have brought someone to speak with you, he claims to have seen the Star-Metal you seek!”
The one in question, a lanky human he noted, clearly looked to be one that had fallen on hard times, judging by the poor state of his torn and patched clothing. Clearly he hoped for a financial reward for the information.
“You.” He directed the question at the human. “You claim to know the location of the Star-Metal?”
“Y-y-y-yes. I-It was being s-sold at market, b-by a B-Blacksmith.” He stuttered, visibly afraid of his very appearance.
“Where? Where is this Blacksmith then?”
“I-In t-the Northern M-Mountains, wh-where the Cimmerians l-l-l-live.” This was exactly the news he needed to hear, now that he had a location, from there he could claim it and bring it to where it would be melted down and refashioned into the discs required to free Set, and all under his own watchful eye.
“Good.” Now he addressed the soldier who brought him in. “Prepare my Chariot, I will leave for Stygia at first light to report this to Ram-Amon in Person. You know what to do with him.” The last statement the clear instruction as to how to deal with the informant.
He would only have a very few hours for rest as he retreated to his own quarters, but it would suffice. With Stygia being closer to the Northern Mountains than Khoraf, using troops from their made more sense from a military standpoint, they’d be in better condition for the climate and have less distance to cover, both of which should be enough to convince Ram-Amon once he learned of the news he had to deliver.
As for the informant, he had judged that he was the kind who was only doing this for the sake of money. Those paid with money for information, could just as easily sell it elsewhere for money, perhaps even sell out in its name. Not a risk that he was prepared to take, but he had effective methods for ensuring their silence.
Commissioned from
ChatonBleuAdvancing from the Previous Image, now he's spent almost a year trying to perform the task given to him, and only now gets some results worth reporting.
Since he never became the Chief Servant of Set in this AU, which was the time he got his name from Set, I had to come up with a different one for Wrath-Amon, opting for the name of Ssith.
Original Submission is here
Wrath-Amon is © - Hasbro Studios
Conan is © - Since when was Conan anyone's property!?!
Art is © -
Posted with Permission
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Lizard
Size 1000 x 1118px
File Size 318.4 kB
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