#dr athanasius

[drathanasius]

[dark-raven-feathers]

Making moodboard things based on other plague doctors, featuring Dr. Athanasius (the first one) and Jota the Arcade Doctor (the second one) (Next: Fabian the necromancer and Dr. Corpses/Anubis)

(The 1st one)

[drbarty]

Commission portrait for @drathanasius !! Thank you very much for the commission, what a cool character design!!

[drathanasius]

[drathanasius]

There is but a single day per year on which I might apply reddish pigment to my slate gray integument, remove my cassock, put on garments such as those worn by the general populace, and play the flâneur out and about in the city without any fear of discovery. It is a great delight to hear music, as it were, on the ground.

[drathanasius]

[drathanasius]

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[drathanasius]

The course of the malady was insidious.

At first, nothing seemed amiss.

This was, after all, a city full of chessboards.

But over time I began to notice certain peculiarities.

I found myself stopping before doors I had strolled past countless times before, noting with alarm the sudden alteration of the tiles.

A bit of detritus, discarded on the sidewalk.

A handful of windows.

Then many.

Paintings in a cafe.

Wares in a shop.

The contents of a cupboard.

Soon it became impossible to deny. The thing was spreading.

I followed a path that had hitherto been plain and black, searching for the source of the contagion.

The inn adjoining such a garden seemed a likely culprit.

I crept around the back, careful to remain unseen.

Peering through the windows, I was confirmed in my suspicion.

I had at last found the locus of infection. But what remedy?

Returning to my sanctum sanctorum, I gathered up some few supplies.

I had not fought a foe such as this for many years.

I would have to do battle by proxy.

Having gathered what I needed, I sallied forth by night.

Long hours I waited for my foe to appear.

As the sun rose they came at last, lured by the bait I had set for them.

I steeled myself and dove into the fray.

I had not what one might call a strategic mind, but the city could not withstand inaction for much longer. I knew the risk was dire.

Reinforcements regarded me coolly from over the ridge.

Battle-weary, I paused for breath.

And saw to my great joy that I had catalyzed a bifurcation, a retreat of pieces to their separate shades!

The forces assayed against me collapsed in waves, spreading out from the nidus to the periphery. Somehow, I had managed it!

The Doubly Disambiguated Bishop Noncapture Checkmate!