You all know you want to do this dance (the post title explains it all). Oh and by the way I did this for my Computer Animation Class, but this one took me WAY less time (only about 20min).
26.8.09
The Tel'Dabe Humans?!?
Due to the recent campainage that is happening... I have decided to bring out a little information of what has happened in the Tel'Dabe galaxy.
Here is a brief history that explains the formation of the Empire of Order, a little of it's organization, and the events that lead up to the Civil War.
Here is a brief history that explains the formation of the Empire of Order, a little of it's organization, and the events that lead up to the Civil War.
The Tel’Dabe humans have been living on the planet Tel’Terra since before the beginning of their recorded history. The planet has been through numerous wars and at the end of the final world war, the remaining leaders came together and created a world government that would unite the people under one supreme ruler. Thus the Empire of Order was formed.
The Empire is ruled by the Emperor...duh. Every planet is ruled by a Lord who is in charge of the planet's populace and production capabilities. Every system of planets is ruled by a Count and every sector of systems is ruled by a Duke. These rulers make up the Lord's council. The council is overseen by the Grand Duke who reports directly to the Emperor on the state of the Empire. The Order's military is directed by the Lord Marshal who reports only to the Emperor.
In order to continue to have an everlasting peace the Order censored all forms of media and took over the duty of teaching its citizens. By putting down minor rebellions and condemning ideas that were too free thinking, the Order succeeded in maintaining peace for over thousands of years. However certain people in high places disagreed with the Order and they formulated a plan where they would secretly teach their children to think for themselves and to live double lives: one that served the Order and the other that sought to undermine it.
After three thousand years of rule with only one single devastating rebellion, the Empire of Order’s newly crowned Emperor, Setis Asheron who was backed by Atrissia, decreed that all impure Tel’Dabe humans were to report to special work camps where they could eventually be made whole again. By impure, the Emperor meant all Tel’Dabe humans who had cybernetic implants or had latent willpower abilities. This also sadly included people who were handicapped or mentally disabled. Since there were few objections in the Lord's council, the Emperor decided to go ahead with his plan. He ordered Lord Marshal Ivente Helos to pick his best general to carry out the plans.
The Emperor had given the Lord Marshal, a chief member of the "12", the mysterious organization that was planning the downfall of the Empire, a great oppurtunity to begin open rebellion. Ivente Helos gave his most trusted General and fellow "12" member, the charasmatic Kel Arkan the assignment of carrying out the Emperor's exact orders. However, when General Kel Arkan learned of the true reason for the camps, he refused to follow the order and told the Emperor himself to, basically, screw off. Shortly afterwards Emperor Asheron had Arkan’s entire family killed as to teach him a lesson. All this did was fuel the fire that would become the Tel’Dabe Civil War.
General Kel Arkan is the most respected leader in the military next to the Lord Marshal himself. When he heard news of his family's death, Arkan gathered his loyal men and as many of the "impure" humans as he could and declared war on the Empire. The formation of the Arkan Federation marked the beginning of the war to free the people of the Tel'Dabe galaxy from the evil that was the Empire of Order.
21.8.09
Art in Laughing: Prolouge I
Nine Years Ago.
There was a dead silence after the first explosion; as though several breaths caught at once, wondering if what they just heard really meant what it could mean. The second explosion was what caused panic. Natural ground and manmade structure alike fell into the gaping maw of the cracking planet, orders were all but screamed out through the ear-grating broadcast system, and thousands of people rushed to the nearby spacecraft that was hurriedly preparing their departure. This panic followed the second explosion because it was proof to all inhabitants of the small mining planet that they would not be able to stand against a third explosion.
“Out, NOW.” a gruff voice demanded sternly. The voice belonged to a certain black-haired young man, who was dressed in a formal uniform and obviously commanded some amount of authority. He was standing in a crumbling mineshaft, quickly ushering the last handful of remaining miners to the safety of the surface and awaiting ships.
A grey mo-ti-qee in a similar uniform was standing near the man, glancing down the tunnel where the light was swallowed up, then back towards the opening where the lights that had not been knocked out by the explosion and the stars filtered in with a calming glow. After studying both directions he turned his head to the other and stated urgently, “I think that’s everyone, Jezerit. Let’s get out of here.”
Selidor Jezerit nodded to his officer and started to walk towards the lighted entrance of the tunnel… but then, just then, he was interrupted by a voice coming from beyond the shadowed end of the tunnel. A plaintive voice, muffled- most likely from echoing against the circular stone walls. A voice that called simply;
“Selidor….”
The young man instantly stopped, swiveling on his heels to squint into the darkness with his mismatched eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was sure that they had gotten everyone out, or that the person used his forename; but it sent shivers down his spine. Selidor glanced back to his companion, who had also stopped to stare with a quizzical expression at Selidor.
After a pregnant pause, Selidor finally asked in a spooked whisper, “Did you hear that?” The mo-ti-qee furrowed his hairless brows and replied in an equally quiet voice, “What?”
Just then, the unknown person called out Selidor’s name once more- far more pleading this time. His reaction was immediate as he again turned from his partner and towards the darkness; “There it was again!!” Selidor exclaimed, and then the horror struck his face, “I think we’ve missed someone. They could be trapped from one of the explosions!”
His grey friend shook his head, “Jezerit, I don’t hear anything!” But by this time, Selidor was already starting down the tunnel. The mo-ti-qee called after him, “Come back! The last two explosions came from this shaft! We don’t know if or when another will hit!” Yet his leader was already engulfed in the darkness and his only response was the gruff voice yelling back, “I’ll be back as soon as I can! Make sure my wife gets on a ship safely!” And then even his voice was swallowed by the pitch black tunnel.
Deeper in the mineshaft, Selidor had activated his exploration lights… yet they made little difference, leaving him peering into the darkness, squinting his heterochromatic eyes. The young man had stopped running for fear of injury, and instead searched the best he could for the form of the person calling his name. The only reward that was granted to his sight was his increasingly visible breath. Well, that, and occasionally the strange half-eclipse symbol that seemed to litter the walls of this tunnel as his miners explored it and pressed further into the planet.
“Hello?” the leader called out tentatively. Although some part of his mind was expecting only silence, the voice suddenly answered with a half-whispered “Selidor”… right by his ear. Selidor whirled his head around and saw nothing, then cursed himself for jumping at what must have been the result of an echo.
The voice called out again, this time in front of him, “Selidor…. Selidor, please….” still urgent, but less begging. He responded by pressing forward, yet now his mouth was pressed into a thin worried line and the hairs standing on the back of his neck did not die down. The voice called again and again…. The space between the beckonings lesser each time.
Selidor tried to ignore the fact that it seemed as though something was shifting and moving just out of his view. Something that was rising, like a thick liquid dripping towards the ceiling. He instead concentrated on reaching the voice as soon as possible and getting out of there. A voice that he had thought to be decidedly feminine and pleading but was slowly growing to more of a chant. A demand.
A voice that was becoming more masculine. And gruff… And oddly familiar.
“Selidor. Selidor. Selidor.”
(After notes: So AiL is pretty much the story of Selidor over the three months he was off on his own, but I thought I would start it off with a couple of flashbacks. Just to show a few things, like, you know.... SELIDOR WAS SANE ONCE. Er.... sane..ish.)
There was a dead silence after the first explosion; as though several breaths caught at once, wondering if what they just heard really meant what it could mean. The second explosion was what caused panic. Natural ground and manmade structure alike fell into the gaping maw of the cracking planet, orders were all but screamed out through the ear-grating broadcast system, and thousands of people rushed to the nearby spacecraft that was hurriedly preparing their departure. This panic followed the second explosion because it was proof to all inhabitants of the small mining planet that they would not be able to stand against a third explosion.
“Out, NOW.” a gruff voice demanded sternly. The voice belonged to a certain black-haired young man, who was dressed in a formal uniform and obviously commanded some amount of authority. He was standing in a crumbling mineshaft, quickly ushering the last handful of remaining miners to the safety of the surface and awaiting ships.
A grey mo-ti-qee in a similar uniform was standing near the man, glancing down the tunnel where the light was swallowed up, then back towards the opening where the lights that had not been knocked out by the explosion and the stars filtered in with a calming glow. After studying both directions he turned his head to the other and stated urgently, “I think that’s everyone, Jezerit. Let’s get out of here.”
Selidor Jezerit nodded to his officer and started to walk towards the lighted entrance of the tunnel… but then, just then, he was interrupted by a voice coming from beyond the shadowed end of the tunnel. A plaintive voice, muffled- most likely from echoing against the circular stone walls. A voice that called simply;
“Selidor….”
The young man instantly stopped, swiveling on his heels to squint into the darkness with his mismatched eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he was sure that they had gotten everyone out, or that the person used his forename; but it sent shivers down his spine. Selidor glanced back to his companion, who had also stopped to stare with a quizzical expression at Selidor.
After a pregnant pause, Selidor finally asked in a spooked whisper, “Did you hear that?” The mo-ti-qee furrowed his hairless brows and replied in an equally quiet voice, “What?”
Just then, the unknown person called out Selidor’s name once more- far more pleading this time. His reaction was immediate as he again turned from his partner and towards the darkness; “There it was again!!” Selidor exclaimed, and then the horror struck his face, “I think we’ve missed someone. They could be trapped from one of the explosions!”
His grey friend shook his head, “Jezerit, I don’t hear anything!” But by this time, Selidor was already starting down the tunnel. The mo-ti-qee called after him, “Come back! The last two explosions came from this shaft! We don’t know if or when another will hit!” Yet his leader was already engulfed in the darkness and his only response was the gruff voice yelling back, “I’ll be back as soon as I can! Make sure my wife gets on a ship safely!” And then even his voice was swallowed by the pitch black tunnel.
Deeper in the mineshaft, Selidor had activated his exploration lights… yet they made little difference, leaving him peering into the darkness, squinting his heterochromatic eyes. The young man had stopped running for fear of injury, and instead searched the best he could for the form of the person calling his name. The only reward that was granted to his sight was his increasingly visible breath. Well, that, and occasionally the strange half-eclipse symbol that seemed to litter the walls of this tunnel as his miners explored it and pressed further into the planet.
“Hello?” the leader called out tentatively. Although some part of his mind was expecting only silence, the voice suddenly answered with a half-whispered “Selidor”… right by his ear. Selidor whirled his head around and saw nothing, then cursed himself for jumping at what must have been the result of an echo.
The voice called out again, this time in front of him, “Selidor…. Selidor, please….” still urgent, but less begging. He responded by pressing forward, yet now his mouth was pressed into a thin worried line and the hairs standing on the back of his neck did not die down. The voice called again and again…. The space between the beckonings lesser each time.
Selidor tried to ignore the fact that it seemed as though something was shifting and moving just out of his view. Something that was rising, like a thick liquid dripping towards the ceiling. He instead concentrated on reaching the voice as soon as possible and getting out of there. A voice that he had thought to be decidedly feminine and pleading but was slowly growing to more of a chant. A demand.
A voice that was becoming more masculine. And gruff… And oddly familiar.
“Selidor. Selidor. Selidor.”
(After notes: So AiL is pretty much the story of Selidor over the three months he was off on his own, but I thought I would start it off with a couple of flashbacks. Just to show a few things, like, you know.... SELIDOR WAS SANE ONCE. Er.... sane..ish.)
More Selidor Art
This picture is actually pretty depressing. I was doing more with it, but then saved over all my progress in the background. Not only that, but I also saved it as a smaller file. Yet (if you're not sick of him)I thought you might enjoy it anyhow. His face has now upgraded to EVEN MORE DEFINED NOSE.
14.8.09
SIGH......
I MISS MY FRIENDS!!!!!
Um... well...
Okay...Yes, all of you.
I have been keeping tabs on ya'll; the stories are great, the art work's FAB! Keep it up, its the only way I've got to keep "living" in the MOAG world for now.
Blood & Guts and Explosions to you all...
Savara
Um... well...
Okay...Yes, all of you.
I have been keeping tabs on ya'll; the stories are great, the art work's FAB! Keep it up, its the only way I've got to keep "living" in the MOAG world for now.
Blood & Guts and Explosions to you all...
Savara
9.8.09
8.8.09
Unrelated to MOAG, but for all to see.....
This is a picture I took of a ploom of smoke from the wildfire the other night. I think it turned out really good.
6.8.09
Crawling out of the premordial ooze... again.
Okay, well, it's been a loooooooooong time. I've been busy lately, but work is winding down, so that's good. Anyway, the above image is from my new site, www.theotherbensavage.com. It was a lot of fun, and i'm glad it's done. Did it over a weekend, so that was fun. Anyway, got some stuff to post for another time, but it's late and I'm tired, so I'll talk to y'all later.
4.8.09
The Art in Laughing: Cover
Yeah, I'm in a scifi mood again.... and Selidor is my best means of satisfying this mood. I don't know if I'll ever get this comic/story done, but this is the cover for it if I do.
The original cover actually has him upsidedown, but I'm not sure which I like better. (Link to the original cover.)
2.8.09
25 Expressions Challenge.
A friend challenged me to do this, and I chose Selidor for whatever reason. So I'm posting it here.
(Years upon years into the future, and they still haven't found the cure for the common cold.)
This is the link to the empty sheet. Should anyone else wish to do it.
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