Showing just some of the reasons why we're terrified of Babel! Awesome work.
The sweltering heat of the forge spills out across the land as the rumbling voice of Phaestus booms, "I want you to know, the Garden reaction to that one is: What?" The voice of Melantha, Goddess of the Seasons, echoes amid the rustle of leaves, "That's the censored version."
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Babel: He is a radiant immortal and is darkly regal, possessing an imposing air of potent authority that permeates His towering form with a sense of ancient and terrible power. He rises a full seven feet into the air, the broad contours of His hulking form concealed beneath the ebon folds of an ornate black robe. A long white beard flows down His chest in snake-like tendrils, and His thinning hair falls down His back in wispy strands of ivory. Empty eyesockets gape in His pallid face, opening into two yawning holes of perfect, light-consuming blackness, while rows of needle-sharp teeth fill His imperiously frowning mouth, and fearsome talons extend out from His gnarled fingers. A faint miasmic haze overshadows the god's form with rippling distortions of otherworldly energies and tainted powers. He is wearing a tall iron crown, the Sword of Dunamis, a heavy golden amulet, an ornate black robe, and a large black raven perched on His shoulder.
Babel: He is a radiant immortal and is darkly regal, possessing an imposing air of potent authority that permeates His towering form with a sense of ancient and terrible power. He rises a full seven feet into the air, the broad contours of His hulking form concealed beneath the ebon folds of an ornate black robe. A long white beard flows down His chest in snake-like tendrils, and His thinning hair falls down His back in wispy strands of ivory. Empty eyesockets gape in His pallid face, opening into two yawning holes of perfect, light-consuming blackness, while rows of needle-sharp teeth fill His imperiously frowning mouth, and fearsome talons extend out from His gnarled fingers. A faint miasmic haze overshadows the god's form with rippling distortions of otherworldly energies and tainted powers. He is wearing a tall iron crown, the Sword of Dunamis, a heavy golden amulet, an ornate black robe, and a large black raven perched on His shoulder.
Just became a Nihilist IRL. Seriously. So badass. This also reinforced my opinion that Christopher Lee is the incarnation of Babel on Earth - Saruman + the cover of Charlemagne: By the Sword and the Cross = this picture.
My avatar is an image created by this very talented gentleman, of whose work I am extremely jealous. It was not originally a picture of Amunet, but it certainly looks a great deal like how I envision her!
This is pretty damned awesome. I'm going to have to echo the note above: seems more like Thoth. I always pictured Babel as somewhat less undead looking, more physically imposing, and slightly more like the Abrahamic god. Also, less stylish. Those robes are pooosh.
The people you hire are extremely talented. Thank you for going for quality instead of whatever is cheapest, the artwork is really amazing. Glad I spent money on my character (because if it supports stuff like this, it is even more worth it) and I will keep my elite active for quite a while.
Mad props to the artist, who is exceptionally skilled. That said, this is about as far away from my mental image of Babel is you could get. I refuse to look at it any further, it's like seeing Tom Cruise as Reacher
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He is a radiant immortal and is darkly regal, possessing an imposing air of potent authority that permeates His towering form with a sense of ancient and terrible power. He rises a full seven feet into the air, the broad contours of His hulking form concealed beneath the ebon folds of an ornate black robe. A long white beard flows down His chest in snake-like tendrils, and His thinning hair falls down His back in wispy strands of ivory. Empty eyesockets gape in His pallid face, opening into two yawning holes of perfect, light-consuming blackness, while rows of needle-sharp teeth fill His imperiously frowning mouth, and fearsome talons extend out from His gnarled fingers. A faint miasmic haze overshadows the god's form with rippling distortions of otherworldly energies and tainted powers. He is wearing a tall iron crown, the Sword of Dunamis, a heavy golden amulet, an ornate black robe, and a large black raven perched on His shoulder.
Duck and Cover!
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