i'm trying again with a smaller chunk. still looking for stylistic criticism rather than spelling/grammar. thanks, peace
To know Thuksula Zombiemaster, one must first know the Fu'suliashi, as one must know what is normal before appreciating what is not, though "normal" will have to be relative in such a discussion. The Fu'suliashi are the Savage Elves of the Mistflower Jungles, Unseelie kin to the more common varieties. Physically distinctive, they have cyan skin with hair in various pastel shades, and it is customary among of the Cannibals to cover their bodies with tattoos and to file their teeth. The Elven commonality shows in their long limbs, sharp features, Faerie natures and gangly two meter height.
Beyond simple (though disturbing) appearances, the Savages also practice many foul and disgusting Black Arts, and furthermore are known to be mad as a box of worms, though no less dangerous for it. Nevertheless, they are the dominant Civilization in the Threefalls region of the jungles, primarily because their Necromantic Alchemy is powerful, one of the High Magics, and thus supersedes and often cancels the compiled Sciences of the Flowerfolk and other decent indigenies.
Fu'suliashi civilization is based on slavery and servitude. They have a base work force of robot-like Zombies, legions of semi-intelligent Juju slaves and flying Chonchon attack drones, along with a nightmare zoo of twisted Inanimals. Fortunately their servants are durable and non biodegradable. Even the prisoners from which they milk the ingredients for their cannibal Tisanes are undying Faeries, leaving the Savages with little cause to interact with outsiders. They raid and terrorize, but their attacks are random and infrequent. Since assaulting their cities, with their teeming Undead and other monstrous defenders, is basically impossible, the Flowerfolk of Threefalls merely endure. As is common with madmen, Fu'suliashi prefer their own company. Most are too concerned with upcoming Galas, Events and Spectacles, and with social status amongst their peers to be a large threat to their neighbors.
Not that the Savages lack in technology, they practice the same Arts of Lorecraft, Enchantment and Artistry as other peoples, but that they do so with a certain decadence. Their society is clearing rotting from within, albeit slowly. Their golden age, such as it was, ended ten thousand years ago, when the nascent Macaw nation expelled them from the Tepuin bioregion. Since then, several of their redoubt cities in the Threefalls region have been abandoned as the population slowly dwindles. The only area of growth, cancerous though it may be, is the ill named city of Serenity, home of the thriving lotus dust trade.
Thuksula is thus like a disease that breeds in a corpse. He is not content to moulder in peace, he must seek out and involve others, and thus secure his position. He remembers the Exodus, being one of the few remaining Fu'suliashi to have survived the Tepuin Genocide, and he embodies the revenge of a people who have forgotten the original cause belle. The fact that most of his race are unconcerned with their past persecutions, that he is the lone bearer of the faith, is one of the things that drives him to such contrived and deliberate mayhem, another spike in his already cracked mind.
The Zombiemaster himself is physically unexceptional. His hair and eyes are puce, his teeth are filed to points, and his body is covered with irregular polygons of vibrant orange and fuzzy sky-blue, somewhat like a scattered abstract expressionist jigsaw puzzle. His only garb is a pair of black latex shorts with jagged cuffs, giving him an oddly juvenile appearance. His hair, which is spiky and cut at random lengths, adds to the effect.
It is an unfortunate fact that many lunatics have a certain charisma, even that the depth of their dysfunction somehow powers their charm. Thuksula Zombiemaster is one such lunatic, and he has used his powers of manipulation and inspiration to assemble a cadre of like-minded Savages, which he calls the Trust Cooperation.
The Trust Cooperation makes it's home in an ahuizotl spirittrap known as the Rooms in Rooms. Ahuizotl are native monsters that resemble jaguars with the heads of baboons. They have smooth brown skin except for a mane of green hair, covering their heads like a lion's mane then continuing down their backs like a horse's. The most alien and disturbing part of them is their tails, which end in a human style hand, either left or right depending on their psuedogender. The tails are much stronger than a mundane animal's, fully capable of lifting human sized prey.
The spirittraps of the ahuizotls are places were the mere contemplation of geometry is mortally perilous. Individual structure are widely varied in architecture, but all are spatially warped in such a way that trespassers and/or observers cannot get free of them. In pre-Exodus times, they were built with unmortered stone. In modern times, ahuizotls use magically created bricks salvaged from abandoned Fu'suliashi cities. Every sane and surviving inhabitant of the Mistflower Jungles is conditioned from birth to immediately shut it's eyes upon sight of stacked bricks of black abode, turn full 'round then flee without a backwards glance. This of course does not apply to the Savage Elves, who are by no estimation sane, nor even often interested in personal survival. Thuksula's Cooperation in fact deliberately provides the monsters with building materials.
Cooperation headquarters is located within the Rooms in Rooms, a collection of black, irregular cubes stacked haphazardly, with random and often inaccessible doors and windows. From the inside, the geometry of the rooms is subtly disturbing, there are no right angles or perpendicular lines. Stairways that may or may not go anywhere or that are completely unreachable add to the effect.
In addition to the Zombiemaster, there are twelve Directors of the Trust Cooperation, all seated around a thick plywood table, with Thuksula at the head. The Directors are dressed in typical Savage fashion: some combination of skin-tight black latex and pastel rayon scarves. Fu'suliashi have a very different view of the function of clothing - consider Umsa'an Fluxmaster, the Director of Commerce, who wears only a ski mask style latex hood, and nothing else. His tattooes trace the courses of major viens and arteries in purple and yellow. The only exception to this trend is Ahinsa, a heavily muscled puce haired female who sits on the Zombiemaster's immediate left.
Ahinsa Ladydark is a striking figure, even for a Savage Elf. She customarily wears a black latex body suit that covers her from neck to wrist to ankle, to which are affixed pieces of Adamantium plate. She has greeves, vambraces, a gorget, a belt and a shapely breastplate brassiere, all tastefully worked and clearly functional. Innumerable thin links of floor-length chain hang from her belt, forming a kind of protective but revealing skirt, which makes a characteristic grinding swish when she walks. Unlike most of her race, she does not file her teeth, which indicates a lack of grooming and is thus considered unattractive. Her facial tattoo is a simple black line that bisects her face then makes an irregular semicircle on the left side, a pattern repeated on the backs of her hands and the tops of her feet.
She is a Cosmoknight, the Unseelie order of Knighthood in the endless and mostly irre levant (to other Savages) Metal War. The Cosmoknights have a code of battle which centers around limiting civilian casualities and individual combat, but are nevertheless known to poison and torture their enemies. In addition she is Thuksula's sister and the Director of Security in the Trust Cooperation. This combination makes her Second Executive, and a power in her own right, controller of most of the military aspects of the company.
The Directors are seated around a thick no nonsense plywood table. Thuksula is at the head, at the opposite end there is a small gong attended by a quarter meter tall juju slave holding a full size gavel. At the Zombiemaster's gesture, the little undead ceremoniously rings the gong, which produces a nerve-rending screech, totally unlike what it's shape would suggest. The assembled Directors either flinch or roll their eyes, apropos, but they do come to attention.
To know Thuksula Zombiemaster, one must first know the Fu'suliashi, as one must know what is normal before appreciating what is not, though "normal" will have to be relative in such a discussion. The Fu'suliashi are the Savage Elves of the Mistflower Jungles, Unseelie kin to the more common varieties. Physically distinctive, they have cyan skin with hair in various pastel shades, and it is customary among of the Cannibals to cover their bodies with tattoos and to file their teeth. The Elven commonality shows in their long limbs, sharp features, Faerie natures and gangly two meter height.
Beyond simple (though disturbing) appearances, the Savages also practice many foul and disgusting Black Arts, and furthermore are known to be mad as a box of worms, though no less dangerous for it. Nevertheless, they are the dominant Civilization in the Threefalls region of the jungles, primarily because their Necromantic Alchemy is powerful, one of the High Magics, and thus supersedes and often cancels the compiled Sciences of the Flowerfolk and other decent indigenies.
Fu'suliashi civilization is based on slavery and servitude. They have a base work force of robot-like Zombies, legions of semi-intelligent Juju slaves and flying Chonchon attack drones, along with a nightmare zoo of twisted Inanimals. Fortunately their servants are durable and non biodegradable. Even the prisoners from which they milk the ingredients for their cannibal Tisanes are undying Faeries, leaving the Savages with little cause to interact with outsiders. They raid and terrorize, but their attacks are random and infrequent. Since assaulting their cities, with their teeming Undead and other monstrous defenders, is basically impossible, the Flowerfolk of Threefalls merely endure. As is common with madmen, Fu'suliashi prefer their own company. Most are too concerned with upcoming Galas, Events and Spectacles, and with social status amongst their peers to be a large threat to their neighbors.
Not that the Savages lack in technology, they practice the same Arts of Lorecraft, Enchantment and Artistry as other peoples, but that they do so with a certain decadence. Their society is clearing rotting from within, albeit slowly. Their golden age, such as it was, ended ten thousand years ago, when the nascent Macaw nation expelled them from the Tepuin bioregion. Since then, several of their redoubt cities in the Threefalls region have been abandoned as the population slowly dwindles. The only area of growth, cancerous though it may be, is the ill named city of Serenity, home of the thriving lotus dust trade.
Thuksula is thus like a disease that breeds in a corpse. He is not content to moulder in peace, he must seek out and involve others, and thus secure his position. He remembers the Exodus, being one of the few remaining Fu'suliashi to have survived the Tepuin Genocide, and he embodies the revenge of a people who have forgotten the original cause belle. The fact that most of his race are unconcerned with their past persecutions, that he is the lone bearer of the faith, is one of the things that drives him to such contrived and deliberate mayhem, another spike in his already cracked mind.
The Zombiemaster himself is physically unexceptional. His hair and eyes are puce, his teeth are filed to points, and his body is covered with irregular polygons of vibrant orange and fuzzy sky-blue, somewhat like a scattered abstract expressionist jigsaw puzzle. His only garb is a pair of black latex shorts with jagged cuffs, giving him an oddly juvenile appearance. His hair, which is spiky and cut at random lengths, adds to the effect.
It is an unfortunate fact that many lunatics have a certain charisma, even that the depth of their dysfunction somehow powers their charm. Thuksula Zombiemaster is one such lunatic, and he has used his powers of manipulation and inspiration to assemble a cadre of like-minded Savages, which he calls the Trust Cooperation.
The Trust Cooperation makes it's home in an ahuizotl spirittrap known as the Rooms in Rooms. Ahuizotl are native monsters that resemble jaguars with the heads of baboons. They have smooth brown skin except for a mane of green hair, covering their heads like a lion's mane then continuing down their backs like a horse's. The most alien and disturbing part of them is their tails, which end in a human style hand, either left or right depending on their psuedogender. The tails are much stronger than a mundane animal's, fully capable of lifting human sized prey.
The spirittraps of the ahuizotls are places were the mere contemplation of geometry is mortally perilous. Individual structure are widely varied in architecture, but all are spatially warped in such a way that trespassers and/or observers cannot get free of them. In pre-Exodus times, they were built with unmortered stone. In modern times, ahuizotls use magically created bricks salvaged from abandoned Fu'suliashi cities. Every sane and surviving inhabitant of the Mistflower Jungles is conditioned from birth to immediately shut it's eyes upon sight of stacked bricks of black abode, turn full 'round then flee without a backwards glance. This of course does not apply to the Savage Elves, who are by no estimation sane, nor even often interested in personal survival. Thuksula's Cooperation in fact deliberately provides the monsters with building materials.
Cooperation headquarters is located within the Rooms in Rooms, a collection of black, irregular cubes stacked haphazardly, with random and often inaccessible doors and windows. From the inside, the geometry of the rooms is subtly disturbing, there are no right angles or perpendicular lines. Stairways that may or may not go anywhere or that are completely unreachable add to the effect.
In addition to the Zombiemaster, there are twelve Directors of the Trust Cooperation, all seated around a thick plywood table, with Thuksula at the head. The Directors are dressed in typical Savage fashion: some combination of skin-tight black latex and pastel rayon scarves. Fu'suliashi have a very different view of the function of clothing - consider Umsa'an Fluxmaster, the Director of Commerce, who wears only a ski mask style latex hood, and nothing else. His tattooes trace the courses of major viens and arteries in purple and yellow. The only exception to this trend is Ahinsa, a heavily muscled puce haired female who sits on the Zombiemaster's immediate left.
Ahinsa Ladydark is a striking figure, even for a Savage Elf. She customarily wears a black latex body suit that covers her from neck to wrist to ankle, to which are affixed pieces of Adamantium plate. She has greeves, vambraces, a gorget, a belt and a shapely breastplate brassiere, all tastefully worked and clearly functional. Innumerable thin links of floor-length chain hang from her belt, forming a kind of protective but revealing skirt, which makes a characteristic grinding swish when she walks. Unlike most of her race, she does not file her teeth, which indicates a lack of grooming and is thus considered unattractive. Her facial tattoo is a simple black line that bisects her face then makes an irregular semicircle on the left side, a pattern repeated on the backs of her hands and the tops of her feet.
She is a Cosmoknight, the Unseelie order of Knighthood in the endless and mostly irre levant (to other Savages) Metal War. The Cosmoknights have a code of battle which centers around limiting civilian casualities and individual combat, but are nevertheless known to poison and torture their enemies. In addition she is Thuksula's sister and the Director of Security in the Trust Cooperation. This combination makes her Second Executive, and a power in her own right, controller of most of the military aspects of the company.
The Directors are seated around a thick no nonsense plywood table. Thuksula is at the head, at the opposite end there is a small gong attended by a quarter meter tall juju slave holding a full size gavel. At the Zombiemaster's gesture, the little undead ceremoniously rings the gong, which produces a nerve-rending screech, totally unlike what it's shape would suggest. The assembled Directors either flinch or roll their eyes, apropos, but they do come to attention.
