Over the ruins of Hat Shore, Lezard Valeth hovered. Levitation allowed him to cross the seared and acid-sodden patches of ground without damaging his boots or soiling the hem of his cloak
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It was a lovely spring day, and Jherek Carnelian was outside, practicing his peacocks. The Baron Vladimir Harkonnen had voiced a desire for some specially-concocted ones to serve as part of the decorations at the curious party called a 'wedding' that he was holding with Lord Wolfe, and had wanted to get them just right. Jherek was not one to slack when a chance to show off his talents presented itself.
He was now accompanied by a train of the creatures as he strolled about the grounds- a few of these were quite traditionally coloured, but the majority were hued by his imagination, with spreading tail plumes that revealed complex, baroque geometries. Several were even jeweled- the designs he had in mind for the wedding party peacocks were of course not present- those he was saving for the occasion. Having tired of just peacocks at some point, a swarm of smaller avians whirled overhead, no less resplendent than the peacocks although their glory was on a smaller scale. And even more resplendent than the avian horde was their leader- Jherek had of course adjusted his own appearance and outfit to better fit the aesthetic of the occasion. Currently, he was sporting pale, opalescent skin, swathed in a close-fitting robe of feathers in ultramarine blue that fell into a jeweled train like the folded feathers of the birds that inspired it. About his shoulders the colourful plumes spread like some enormous Elizabeth ruff, and the oiled curls of his hair had been tinted to match the rest, gleaming in dark jewel-tones. Even Jherek's eyes were currently multicolored, and upon each of his shoulders sat a small, brightly-plumed songbird, which sang in unnatural complexity.
Jherek's avian horde had naturally attracted another, smaller train of followers- they'd already picked off a few of the birds, but, Jherek hadn't minded. He could always make more. Shoggies 4 1/2, 9.5, 22, and 26 were near the head of the little Shoggy pack, quickly catching up with Jherek, who'd caught sight of Lezard's land of crystal castles, like some cavern with its top ripped off. He was pleased to note someone had done something with the wreckage of Hat Shore, and was venturing over to see who its creator was. On catching sight of Lezard he called out, "A wonderful creation! So sublimely subterranean in its inspiration! Is it yours?" As he stopped to take in his surroundings, the Shoggies quickly caught up. "Oh! Hello there, Master Owl-God!" Shoggy 4 1/2 piped.
Jherek's choice of skin, hair, and attire put Lezard in mind of certain Midgardian monsters. He found the effect most aesthetically agreeable, and he conveyed his compliments with a deep bow. "It is mine, for the present; and yet I think it is not a complete work, nor entirely to be shaped by my choosing. I sense ... distractions, a current that tugs at my attention ..." He raised his face to the mild spring sun. He looked rather as though he were sniffing the breeze to discern what it carried.
"Ah, yes, the architects of chaos!" He had a curious regard for the Shoggies, and for their lord Cthulhoo, whom he felt to be far more akin to his own spiritual state than the insipid gods of Asgard. As a token of his esteem, he called forth a shower of roast chickens. They cascaded onto the ground nearest the main pack of Shoggies. Bits of parsnip and fluffs of stuffing bounced away from the impact site.
Jherek was delighted to learn that Lezard had in fact created the unusual landscape now occupying the former dome space- it wasn't that often that he chanced upon a work of art that he could appreciate at Hogwarts. Sure, there were moving and talking paintings everywhere, and he was amused by these, but he maintained the general attitude of his own time. Art was meant to be experienced, something immersive, and if not grand in scale, at least grand in concept. "You will complete this, I hope! It is one of the most inspired things I've seen at Hogwarts. There aren't very many artists here. Is the breeze making it difficult?" Jherek of course misunderstood all of Lezard's subtleties. "Weather here is rather difficult," he offered in condolence. "I've tried at weather, but, it's not very cooperative."
"Ooooh, we're architects!" a Shoggy exclaimed, provoking the predictable sooo cool from there rest. The shower of roast chickens prompted a sustained oooooh from the entire Shoggy horde, who left off tormenting Jherek's peacocks to descend upon the roasted fowl. This left Jherek's menagerie free to start wandering about Lezard's constructions, and their creator made no move to stop them. The crystals inspired Jherek to turn a few of the birds entirely crystalline with a flick of his wand, and he rehued a few of the others to better suit their surroundings.
He was now accompanied by a train of the creatures as he strolled about the grounds- a few of these were quite traditionally coloured, but the majority were hued by his imagination, with spreading tail plumes that revealed complex, baroque geometries. Several were even jeweled- the designs he had in mind for the wedding party peacocks were of course not present- those he was saving for the occasion. Having tired of just peacocks at some point, a swarm of smaller avians whirled overhead, no less resplendent than the peacocks although their glory was on a smaller scale. And even more resplendent than the avian horde was their leader- Jherek had of course adjusted his own appearance and outfit to better fit the aesthetic of the occasion. Currently, he was sporting pale, opalescent skin, swathed in a close-fitting robe of feathers in ultramarine blue that fell into a jeweled train like the folded feathers of the birds that inspired it. About his shoulders the colourful plumes spread like some enormous Elizabeth ruff, and the oiled curls of his hair had been tinted to match the rest, gleaming in dark jewel-tones. Even Jherek's eyes were currently multicolored, and upon each of his shoulders sat a small, brightly-plumed songbird, which sang in unnatural complexity.
Jherek's avian horde had naturally attracted another, smaller train of followers- they'd already picked off a few of the birds, but, Jherek hadn't minded. He could always make more. Shoggies 4 1/2, 9.5, 22, and 26 were near the head of the little Shoggy pack, quickly catching up with Jherek, who'd caught sight of Lezard's land of crystal castles, like some cavern with its top ripped off. He was pleased to note someone had done something with the wreckage of Hat Shore, and was venturing over to see who its creator was. On catching sight of Lezard he called out, "A wonderful creation! So sublimely subterranean in its inspiration! Is it yours?" As he stopped to take in his surroundings, the Shoggies quickly caught up. "Oh! Hello there, Master Owl-God!" Shoggy 4 1/2 piped.
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"Ah, yes, the architects of chaos!" He had a curious regard for the Shoggies, and for their lord Cthulhoo, whom he felt to be far more akin to his own spiritual state than the insipid gods of Asgard. As a token of his esteem, he called forth a shower of roast chickens. They cascaded onto the ground nearest the main pack of Shoggies. Bits of parsnip and fluffs of stuffing bounced away from the impact site.
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"Ooooh, we're architects!" a Shoggy exclaimed, provoking the predictable sooo cool from there rest. The shower of roast chickens prompted a sustained oooooh from the entire Shoggy horde, who left off tormenting Jherek's peacocks to descend upon the roasted fowl. This left Jherek's menagerie free to start wandering about Lezard's constructions, and their creator made no move to stop them. The crystals inspired Jherek to turn a few of the birds entirely crystalline with a flick of his wand, and he rehued a few of the others to better suit their surroundings.
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