The Greatflame Dragons are not the gentle, kind type of dragons....
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I keep thinking of encounters with Heliot to go something like talking with a mix of Charleton Heston, Dirty Harry and Hunter S. Tompson. He'll spend about two minutes trying to convince you that his way of brute force and 'kill 'em all, the righetous will wake up in a better place anyway' attitude is the only way that works, and then either fly off in disgust or char you into a little black square with a 'K' embossed on the side.
Play DS, yes, off and on. (No interest in the local gaming group, scheduling conflicts make it spotty that I'll be able to sit in on one of the games at the Furfest.) Met Heliot, no, but as a GM, I try to get into the head of any interesting NPC I come across, and Heliot is definately interesting once you get beyond the basic color text of 'powerful dragon running amok'
One NPC I've had trouble wrapping my head around is the spirit who occupies the gigantic stone (I forget his name right now). I'm not sure if he should be like an eager puppy on a short leash (aka Scrappy Doo), A sarcastic old geezer ready to dispense wisdom (and abuse) to anyone who comes near, a quiet 'zen master,' patiently awaiting his chance to help the cause while keeping his 'ZOC' free of Warp, a paternal 'grandfather figure' to the community of shifters staying close to him for protection, or an unwilling hermit, nearly insane from loneliness, and unintentionally driving visitors away by regaling them with stories of the 'Glory Days.'
(Getting back to Heliot, if anyone ever manages to take him down, especially if it was a case of 'friendly fire,' I could just see him giving a line like Charleten Heston did on that ep. of Family Guy when he was accidentally shot in the chest, "That's *gasp* okay, it's you're *gasp* right as *gasp* an American Citizen. *die*" Seriously, I can't see Heliot respecting anyone unless they have enough power to beat him half to death, and are ruthless enough to demonstrate the fact.)
One NPC I've had trouble wrapping my head around is the spirit who occupies the gigantic stone (I forget his name right now). I'm not sure if he should be like an eager puppy on a short leash (aka Scrappy Doo), A sarcastic old geezer ready to dispense wisdom (and abuse) to anyone who comes near, a quiet 'zen master,' patiently awaiting his chance to help the cause while keeping his 'ZOC' free of Warp, a paternal 'grandfather figure' to the community of shifters staying close to him for protection, or an unwilling hermit, nearly insane from loneliness, and unintentionally driving visitors away by regaling them with stories of the 'Glory Days.'
(Getting back to Heliot, if anyone ever manages to take him down, especially if it was a case of 'friendly fire,' I could just see him giving a line like Charleten Heston did on that ep. of Family Guy when he was accidentally shot in the chest, "That's *gasp* okay, it's you're *gasp* right as *gasp* an American Citizen. *die*" Seriously, I can't see Heliot respecting anyone unless they have enough power to beat him half to death, and are ruthless enough to demonstrate the fact.)
You have a good idea of how Heliot acts in my campaign. Since I can't imagine what the attitude of a dead dragon stuck in his plynth would be, I vary it. Angry one day, crabby the next and crying on the third. Last week he would only talk to Werewolves. Drives players batty. They want stability and I give them chaos.
Ohhh, I kind of like that changing moods bit. Kind of reminds me of another character. Due to an accident during a time-travel experiment, he was knocked 'outside of time.' At first the experience was too much and he went mad, but after a few million years he became bored with madness and went sane, very sane. This 'hyper-sanity' combined with his new non-linear view of time made him infuriating to talk to, one moment bringing up things you haven't told him yet, the next moment he's never met you before. Add in a literalness to answering questions which ends up avoiding the answer you wanted out of him, and you want to slap him silly, except you know it won't do any good.
Chained to a stone, stuck out in the middle of nowhere, most days nothing happens unless you make it happen, and you have all eternity ahead of you, One. Slow. Boring. Day. At. A. Time. Insanity, Rage, Mania, none of them would be more than a temporary distraction on the Unending Road. Even suicide is useless, he's already dead. All he has is an eternity of Depression and Loneliness, mixed in with efforts to fight Depression and Loneliness. You do have him spot on, he should be more unstable than a furry on the verge of a full-blown Dramagasm, more angsty than a vampire in an Anne Rice novel, only the insane would be willing to spend more than a day around him without needing to get away for a week or a month. And even the crazies would want to bug out before a week is up, because he's so changeable he's even creeping out the loonies.
Chained to a stone, stuck out in the middle of nowhere, most days nothing happens unless you make it happen, and you have all eternity ahead of you, One. Slow. Boring. Day. At. A. Time. Insanity, Rage, Mania, none of them would be more than a temporary distraction on the Unending Road. Even suicide is useless, he's already dead. All he has is an eternity of Depression and Loneliness, mixed in with efforts to fight Depression and Loneliness. You do have him spot on, he should be more unstable than a furry on the verge of a full-blown Dramagasm, more angsty than a vampire in an Anne Rice novel, only the insane would be willing to spend more than a day around him without needing to get away for a week or a month. And even the crazies would want to bug out before a week is up, because he's so changeable he's even creeping out the loonies.
Dang, getting into his mind and looking into the Abyss like that can be a real downer. Not even normal chocolate was enough to banish those blues, I needed the straight, uncut stuff: baker's chocolate. No milk solids, no sugar, just pure, unadulterated chocolate. Bitter as hell, but it feels SOOO GOOOOD when it hits the old blood-brain barrier.
Ah, most excellent. Not too many can achieve such handiwork by their hand alone. Most pieces of such quality I have thus seen so far were not very often done without the help, or solely to that matter, of a program that does this quality but without the hassle, mess and difficulty of correction. You most certainly have good patience as such is needed for paintings in real life.
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