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Welcome, friend, I am sure your say will be far from pleasant.<br><br>
Meet Kothar, the head of the Queen-Regent's dungeon in Hyksos. At work, he is cruel, sadistic and ruthless to his "clients," but when his work day is done, he removes his mask and goes home to his wife and three children, and is a loving, gentle father. He works in the dungeon becuase it is his job, and provides for his family, not because he enjoys it. But that isn't to say he'll go easy on you if you wind up in his care.
Meet Kothar, the head of the Queen-Regent's dungeon in Hyksos. At work, he is cruel, sadistic and ruthless to his "clients," but when his work day is done, he removes his mask and goes home to his wife and three children, and is a loving, gentle father. He works in the dungeon becuase it is his job, and provides for his family, not because he enjoys it. But that isn't to say he'll go easy on you if you wind up in his care.
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Great job with the coloring and lighting. Nice muscles too. The dungeon bar window makes it look like a spotlight on the character, for a neat effect.
The veins on the bicep look like they were added with an embossed effect and a brush later on in the process.
Neat looking tailisman too, I haven't seen one with more than two fasciners on it before. Costuming is the next best thing to figure drawing ^^
The veins on the bicep look like they were added with an embossed effect and a brush later on in the process.
Neat looking tailisman too, I haven't seen one with more than two fasciners on it before. Costuming is the next best thing to figure drawing ^^
It has to be said . . . there was little to laugh at in the cellar of the Quisition. Not if you had a normal sense of humor. There were no jolly little signs saying: You Don't Have To Be Pitilessly Sadistic To Work Here But It Helps!!! But there were things to suggest to a thinking man that the Creator of mankind had a very oblique sense of fun indeed, and to breed in his heart a rage to storm the gates of heaven.
The mugs, for example. The inquisitors stopped work twice a day for coffee. Their mugs, which each man had brought from home, were grouped around the kettle on the hearth of the central furnace which incidentally heated the irons and knives.
They had legends on them like A Present From the Holy Grotto of Ossory, or To The World's Greatest Daddy. Most of them were chipped, and no two of them were the same.
And there were the postcards on the wall. It was traditional that, when an inquisitor went on holiday, he'd send back a crudely colored woodcut of the local view with some suitably jolly and risque message on the back. And there was the pinned-up tearful letter from Inquisitor First Class Ishmale "Pop" Quoom, thanking all the lads for collecting no fewer than seventy-eight obols for his retirement present and the lovely bunch of flowers for Mrs. Quoom, indicating that he'd always remember his days in No. 3 pit, and was looking forward to coming in and helping out any time they were short-handed.
And it all meant this: that there are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal, kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.
Vorbis loved knowing that. A man who knew that, knew everything he needed to know about people.
--Terry Pratchett, "Small Gods"
The mugs, for example. The inquisitors stopped work twice a day for coffee. Their mugs, which each man had brought from home, were grouped around the kettle on the hearth of the central furnace which incidentally heated the irons and knives.
They had legends on them like A Present From the Holy Grotto of Ossory, or To The World's Greatest Daddy. Most of them were chipped, and no two of them were the same.
And there were the postcards on the wall. It was traditional that, when an inquisitor went on holiday, he'd send back a crudely colored woodcut of the local view with some suitably jolly and risque message on the back. And there was the pinned-up tearful letter from Inquisitor First Class Ishmale "Pop" Quoom, thanking all the lads for collecting no fewer than seventy-eight obols for his retirement present and the lovely bunch of flowers for Mrs. Quoom, indicating that he'd always remember his days in No. 3 pit, and was looking forward to coming in and helping out any time they were short-handed.
And it all meant this: that there are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal, kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.
Vorbis loved knowing that. A man who knew that, knew everything he needed to know about people.
--Terry Pratchett, "Small Gods"
Actually, the Hyksosians were an army of invaders who overthrew Egypt and because they needed to secure their hold, they built up the country's military and founded the principles that the real Egyptians would use to retake their land and turn it into the greatest superpower of its day.
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