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.
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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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