GLRP:EMs:2009:Cascan Regime:Dawn of Hope:My Art, My Genius
Title: My Art, My Genius
Author: Pygmalion
I don't know why I
didn't write before. I
guess I never realized
how much my art would
need explaining. I am
technically undead, but my
art keeps me very much
alive. My canvas is the
world, and my brushes
are magic. Why use paint
and pencil like those fools
at the Colored Canvas? I
scorn their primitive
forms of art! Where is
the complex movement of
magic and soul? Why add feeling� to your work
when you can add an
entire soul? As I have
shown in my latest work,
using the basics of
necroartistry and shadow
sculpsit, a human soul can
be melded into an object,
held in a moment, forced
to experience one feeling
forever. My work � True
Shrieking Grotesque� is
about the human condition
of absolute terror. No
painting of skulls can do
what I have done. To add
to my masterpiece, I
burned the body of my
model in front of my
sculpture.
. . .
This current masterpiece was a request. I don't usually lower my art to the whims of others, but these Shadowlords understand my vision. Each one is singularly devoted to an artistic metaphor. Even the people they choose to associate with fit this theme. Astaroth has his hatred and his thug Andrew. A beautiful motion of aggression and despise. Nosfentor uses his kitten Melissa to kill from the shadows, a performance piece of cowardice. Faulinei's lies are poetry. I wish I could paint the many faces of his man, the Pauper, the Prince. The masterpiece they want shows their vision.
While petrification isn't my usual route, I understand why they want this heroine's curse to be temporary. They want to wake the stone of her form after they have won, to gloat and show the mastery of their vice. They need a paragon of virtue to juxtapose with their own metaphors. To follow their goals, I have cast a simple petrification spell on this Dawn. When the time comes, I will deliver the three mallet and chisel sets I have made to seal the curse. Each Shadowlord will take hold of a set and strike against the stone human, passing�the magic to her stone form to reawaken it. A few spell words are necessary as well � Vas An Ort Rel Ylem In Mani.� Beautiful. Such artistry if I do say so myself. Now where in my studio did I put those mallets?
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