SerBurgundy

Winter specialist. Labrador Man. Reveller/ Bon Vivant.

[Isaac Young @HariSel57511397]

It's foolish to try to capture lightning in a bottle twice, but I don't like ending things on a tragedy. Enjoy my second and final contribution to Malfoid.

[Isaac Young @HariSel57511397]

*Sigh* Popular demand has forced me to post a rough draft preview from like Chapter 200. This is my Sci-Fi Malfoid that's coming down the line. If there's enough interest, I can skip to this part in the story. There has to be a LOT of demand though. Main protagonist in this scene is the guy btw.

There was a commotion as Calyx burst into the private med-bay, the blue bird alien was panting. “Va—I mean Kells. You need to see this. There’s an alien that looks like you.”
I stared at Calyx as if I was going to strangle him. My arm was still being rethreaded by the nano-printer, but I only needed just the one.
I sighed, glancing towards the other occupant in the room who seemed amused that we were obviously using aliases. I puffed on my zakon dart as I considered my next move on the holographic Pa’Zac board. Through the blue pieces, I saw my opponent was calculating the conversation in the room as well as the game. I chose a Tyran Class War Mech and moved it onto the digital arena before turning back to Calyx.
“You know very well why most species in the galaxy look similar to me.” I chose my words carefully.
“No, I mean this one really looks like you. She just finished her round in the tournament. She slit a Korochoi’s throat. A Korochoi! It wasn’t even a fight!” Calyx handed me the data-slate.
I groaned looking between the zakon dart and the data-slate before setting down my smoke in a nearby ashtray. I held the tablet in my hand, and my eyes scanned the screen for a second before I handed it back.
“It’s just a flesh construct, Calyx.”
“You didn’t even look!”
My eyes squinted. “I don’t need to. I’ve run into my fair share of eidolons and the like. You can even commission a lifelike Nekomata. You can see some sort of spinal control device on her back—look it’s right there!” I suddenly snapped, my patience wearing thin.
Calyx didn’t take the data-slate back, so I handed it over to our sponsor. The Rhodeshi, an alien species of mottled skin, oblong heads, and four eyes, took it. His amused expression dropped instantly.
“That’s the Mairchoness Sorra Du’Vey of the Junta Dynasty.” Tenno whispered under his breath.
“So?” I asked, reclaiming my zakon dart.
Tenno stared at me if I was an idiot. “The Dyntasy hosting these death games? The greatest power in the Bellado Star Cluster?”
Even if I didn’t have my cover to think about, I didn’t know how to tell him that the Bellado Star Cluster was very low on the galactic hierarchy.
“I can guarantee you she is no flesh construct. They discovered her in an ancient stasis crypt. They are uncertain of the Mairchoness’ genetic lineage, though large parts of her DNA are found in every species in the Star Cluster. It most likely belongs to some precursor species that disappeared aeons ago, a race that may have been close on the family tree to humanity itself.”
The Rhodeshi’s eyes flicked up to me, his mouth twisting into a knowing grin.
Calyx gave me a sharp look with his yellow eyes. They were very similar to his great-grandfather’s.
I glanced to the Rhodeshi, knowing my game was up. I motioned to Calyx to get closer, and I grabbed him by his yellow pilot suit so I could whisper angrily in his ear. “I have traveled this galaxy for two hundred and forty three years. Do you know how many of my kind I ever found after the war? None! Not a single one! I am telling you to stop!”
I was breathing heavily. My eyes were a little wetter than usual.
“Vas,” Calyx whispered back. “I know you. You’re going to regret this for the rest of your life if you don’t take this chance.”
“It’s unlikely you’ll ever get an opportunity to speak to her,” Tenno interrupted. “The Mairchoness is part of The Hand, the seven assassins under the Lord Baron. They do not speak to the rabble. If you wish a chance to speak with her, it’ll be in the arena, and then only one of you would be walking away.”
“They stole a child and turned her into an assassin?” I grimaced, shaking my head. I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead with my remaining hand.
I didn’t for one moment believe anything, and I vowed not to, but now I couldn’t leave it. It was what my father would’ve done.
“What happens if I kill another member of the Hand?” I asked, kicking myself.
Tenno scoffed. “You don’t understand. The Hand are some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy. You do not simply kill one of them.”
“But I presume as is usual with galactic custom, the strongest takes the fallen’s place, am I correct?” I asked.
The Rhodeshi gave me another knowing look. He thought he had the upper hand in this game. We were supposed to be running a small-time scam, using advanced micro-detonators to fix fights in my favor. But the alien had long since figured out that I was staying low out of a choice and not necessity. And it was far far more profitable for him that he made me fight as I was really capable of.
“Who is the reigning champion of the Hand?” I asked.
“Leandron, but first you would have to convince me you are capable of such an opponent. As your sponsor, I make the final call of who you fight. I think it would be best to start with your real name.”
“Vas Du’Kaal.”
The alien began to laugh until he saw neither me nor Calyx were joking. The Rhodeshi’s expression instantly dropped into one of sheer horror and mortal terror.
“Y-Y-you…”
I picked up the data-slate with Sorra’s victory announcement. Zooming in until I could see her blood-covered face, I saw her smiling wide from ear to ear, though her green eyes were a million miles away. It was look I was familiar with only on the worst battlefields, that of the utterly insane.

[Napoleon Bonaparte Appreciator @NapoleonBonabot]

At what point do you ask if the Malfoid posting is hitting critical mass? I keep seeing peak after peak

[SI SMITH @Si_SmithArt]

I made a short video showing some of my process in creating the illustrations for the new publication of Frankenstein that I illustrated for @OldSovPub
https://t.co/JXaj5jUtW2

[Warm Weather Stoatley @MatthewTheStoat]

What Frank Frazetta saw when he died

[SerBurgundy @SerBurgundy]

@EdwardEGibbon @UnderSneege Best of luck sir!

[Christian Sloan Hall @hall_sloan]

This made my day

[The High Energy Journal @maxyourenergy]

We’ve not forgotten

[Cranky Federalist @CrankyFed]

They say money can't buy happiness, but what it can buy is a Seseña cape

[Christian Sloan Hall @hall_sloan]

'Cú Chulainn as the Ríastrad takes hold'
Most famous of hero's of ancient Irish battle-lore, enraged by the invasion homeland of Ulster, he enters the warp spazm, known originally in Old Irish as the Ríastrad—a terrifying, grotesque supernatural battle frenzy experienced by the Irish Lord of Death⚔️
Museum quality Giclée prints available here!👇
https://t.co/BzLMRkrabG

[Nicholas Boys Smith @boys_nicholas]

It’s telling that nearly all architects and engineers in the country would roll their eyes in horror at this and yet a) it would be completely normal 150 years ago & b) about 80% of the public would prefer it.

[SI SMITH @Si_SmithArt]

Some of the preparatory illustrations for the woodcuts for this edition. I had to work in 2 tones (black and white) and think about simplifying the forms for translation to the woodcut print medium - so blocking in ideas and compositions with marker was helpful.

[SI SMITH @Si_SmithArt]

It was my pleasure to do the illustrations for this edition of Frankenstein published by @OldSovPub . Here are some of the woodblocks that were used to create the prints.

[Taz @ItsTaz1989]

We should build it now.
There are so many gems waiting to be picked up.

[SerBurgundy @SerBurgundy]

@Wilhem_Ivorsson An understandable concern, but all the more a reason to take the sensible position on it.

The audience whom are worthwhile will recognise the distinction.

[Juniper the Dryad @adesertdryad]

every bit as inspirational as a walk in the park. i’m so excited to get writing.

i really appreciate critical analysis that isn't just reflexively dismissive of Moderns like T.S. Eliot and who instead talk about them in the context of the broader landscape of literature

[Solstice Magazine @SolsticePrint]

We agree with Sewell, it did become a mess. Thats why we made Solstice art magazine, so that people with respect for the arts could share their thoughts and engage. Even if there is disagreement there are always important discussions to be had!

[Ferro @FerroEgo]

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