#elegos

[anonymous-moon]

Day 262-

Behold, the pumpkinheads.

[virusq]

(sobs) I love him

“[...] But I greatly wished to speak with you; and the one whom I brought with me said his errand was important to the point of terrible urgency.” 

“And that person is?” Leia asked as she stepped into the ship, stretching out with the Force. There was definitely someone else here. Someone familiar … 

“I believe you are acquainted with him,” Elegos said, stepping out of the way to the side. 

And there in a chair in the back of the room, squirming nervously under Sakhisakh’s watchful eye— 

“Ghent!” Leia exclaimed. “What in the name of the Force are you doing here?” 

“I needed to talk to you right away,” Ghent said, his voice sounding even more nervous than he looked as he bounded out of the chair. “I wanted General Bel Iblis, but he’s missing and I can’t get hold of him. And you’re President of the New Republic and all, so—”

“I’m not actually President at the moment, Ghent,” Leia interrupted him gently. “I’m on a leave of absence. Ponc Gavrisom is in charge of the government.”

Ghent blinked in surprise, and in spite of the seriousness in his manner Leia had to fight to keep from smiling. Ghent had once been Talon Karrde’s top slicer, with such an awesome talent for breaking into and otherwise manipulating computer systems that Bel Iblis had made it his personal goal to lure the kid away from Karrde’s organization. In the years since the general had succeeded in doing so, Ghent had proved himself over and over, rising steadily through the ranks until he now held the post of Crypt Chief. 

But away from his beloved computers, the young man was about as naïve and innocent and lost as it was humanly possible to be. The fact that, living in the heart of Coruscant, he’d still managed to miss Leia’s leave of absence entirely was just about normal for him. 

“Perhaps she can still be of assistance,” Elegos suggested, stepping into Ghent’s embarrassed consternation with typical Caamasi aplomb. “Why don’t you tell her why you’re here?” 

“Yeah, sure,” Ghent said, recovering his voice and digging a datapad out of an old and worn holder on his belt. “You see, General Bel Iblis gave me a datacard—” 

“One moment,” Sakhisakh’s harsh voice cut him off. “Was it you who sent Councilor Organa Solo a message over Bel lblis’s name?” 

“Well, uh … yeah,” Ghent admitted, eyeing the Noghri warily. “I wanted the general, you see, but I couldn’t get to him. And I found out Leia was here—” 

“What do you mean you couldn’t get to him?” Leia interrupted. “Where is he? Has something happened?”

“No, no, he’s off in Kothlis system,” Ghent assured her quickly, his eyes reluctantly shifting away from the Noghri to her. “Some kind of ship buildup—I don’t know what for. But I couldn’t get a message through to him, not even with top clearance codes. So when I found out you were here—” 

“How did you find out she was here?” Sakhisakh demanded. 

Ghent squirmed again. “Well … it was in Gavrisom’s files. I mean, I wouldn’t usually slice into High Council stuff, but it was really important. And then I met him—” He waved helplessly at Elegos.

“I was waiting at your office for you,” the Caamasi spoke up, his voice sending a wave of welcome calmness through the room. “As my two colleagues made clear when you spoke with them, we are deeply concerned about the direction this matter has taken. Now, with overt threats toward the Bothan people, that concern has been greatly magnified.” He shrugged, the gesture rippling through his entire back up to his shoulders. “I had of course planned to wait until you returned to speak further with you. But Crypt Chief Ghent was so insistent that he see you immediately that I offered him transport, provided he was able to locate you.” 

“And provided he could use Garm’s private signature code to make sure I’d come to the spaceport?” Leia asked, lifting her eyebrows at Ghent. 

The young slicer winced. “I didn’t think you’d come if it was just me,” he muttered. 

Leia suppressed a sigh. Yes, that was indeed classic Ghent.

[reckoninghour]

ELEGOS: ΔΙΑΣΚΕΥΗ ΣΕ NOKTURNAL MORTUM

Οι Έλληνες black metallers Elegos συμμετέχουν στο tribute album για τους Nokturnal Mortum που κυκλοφορεί από την Azermedoth Records

Οι Έλληνες black metallers ELEGOS συμμετέχουν στο Official Tribute για τους Nokturnal Mortum με τον τίτλο “Celestial Silver Moon” που θα κυκλοφορήσει από την Azermedoth Records. Στα πλαίσια αυτού του tribute διασκεύασαν το “…And Winter Becomes” προσπαθόντας να πιάσουν την ατμόσφαιρα της πρώτης εκτέλεσης του τραγουδιού η οποία ήταν στο demo “Black Clouds Over Slavonic Lands” του 1995 και όπως…

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Elegos: Νεο τραγουδι

Οι Έλληνες black metallers Elegos ετοιμάζουν το ντεμπούτο τους και τώρα μπορούμε να ακούσουμε ένα νέο τους τραγούδι!

Το ελληνικό black metal ντουέτο των Elegos, μετά την κυκλοφορία του demo “To Those Lying in the Fields of Glory” το 2015, ετοιμάζει την πρώτη του ολοκληρωμένη δουλειά και μάλιστα πριν από λίγες ημέρες έδωσε στη δημοσιότητα ένα τραγούδι για να πάρουμε μια ηχητική γεύση. Συγκεκριμένα πρόκειται για το “Τhe Dead Will Be Remembered” το οποίο είναι πάρα πολύ όμορφο και μας κάνει να περιμένουμε με…

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eriene replied to your post:B5 for Elegos!

Omg what an adorable face but also such a lil shit says Jor. I love this

Whelp survival strategy: you must strike the perfect balance between rage-inducing little shit and tiny dragon treasure protected at all costs.

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eriene replied to your post:“I’ll never unsee that." -- Jorusus/Elegos. I...

one day I hope you know that blue bauble will be making an appearance in writing 8)

I'd love that. Those are the kind of details that are fun to see. Things that call back memories.

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“I’ll never unsee that." -- Jorusus/Elegos. I can't resist. 8)

This foe rivaled all that came before it, for even as Elegos struggled to free himself of its wretched grasp, he cursed whatever wicked elf devised such a trap. That was surely what the garden trellis was. A trap. A wicked elf trap meant to catch innocent whelps and whatever else tried to escape through one. Oh, they tried to disguise it with their windy vines and plant things, but now Elegos knew better. These elves probably even liked cats. Nasty and wicked cat-loving elves. It made the tiny whelp fume and flare his nostrils as he struggled.

In his haste, Elegos managed to fit his head, arm, and even a wing through one of the holes, but as he tried to get the other through, he knew the hole must have shrunk. There he hung for several minutes, wriggling, flailing, twisting, and flapping, enrage that such trap should ever exist. He even dropped his new treasures, which of course he retrieved with such skill and cunning from the house behind behind him. They laid on the ground before him – a blue bauble, a few very fine necklaces, and one peculiar pin with a wild red hair still stuck in it.

“I’ll never unsee that.”

Elegos went still, not only from the shock of hearing something draconic, but from the sight of the last dragon he ever expected to see. Jorusus, a very large netherdrake, with very sharp teeth, and very long translucent wings settled quite casually before the trellis and the trapped whelp within it. There might have been a moment of fear in the tiny blue whelp but then he remembered how he always handled his larger siblings in Winterspring.

“You!” he shouted. Perhaps it was an inelegant greeting, but there wasn’t much that was elegant about the dangling whelp. “Don’t just sit there! GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!”

Jorusus huffed and uttered a low and almost imperceptible sound, a guttural thing that reverberated in his long neck. “You have terrible manners for something so small.”

A round of flapping and wriggling answered that, but Elegos could not dislodge himself. He huffed and growled and then gnawed at the wood, but his tiny teeth hardly left more than scratches. It was embarrassing, and he could feel Jorusus staring as he grew even more incensed. “Your tail is stupid and you look like a fish!”

Another growl and a flicker of lip flashed some very sharp teeth that shut Elegos up the second he saw them. But Jorusus did not approach. In fact, the netherdrake turned from Elegos and started to stroll away.

“Wait! Wait! Please!”

Jorusus paused, unfurled his long wings, and seemed ready to take to the skies. He could hear every one of Elegos’s pitiful cries, all the more high-pitched for his size and desperation.

“Please! I can’t get out!”

He lowered his wings and waited through a few more whelpy whines, stretching leisurely with his back to the trellis.

“Please!”

Jorusus walked his way back to the trellis and Elegos saw that flash of teeth again, only this time they were dangerously close, and getting closer with each step. Then they  were inches from his face. He squeezed his eyes shut and heard a crack and a crunch that must have been his neck. This was how he would go.

But it was the wood, snapped like twigs in Jorusus’s jaws.

Elegos felt it slack away, one splintered piece from another, and then he fell free, landing with a thud on the garden ground. He blinked and righted himself as he peered at Jorusus. Already, the larger dragon was walking away.

“Wait!”

Elegos gathered his stolen treasures in hand and the blue bauble in his mouth then flapped after Jorusus. It took him a moment to catch up and more than a bit of nerve to settle on the ground before him, but Elegos kept his head low and crept closer. He set the blue bauble on the ground and nudged it once to Jorusus.

“I didn’t mean it… you’re a handsome dragon and you have nice scales.”

Then, with the rest of his treasures in hand, he made a hasty retreat through the bushes.

[halayn-blog]

I went through a couple different ideas/doodles, but I think this is the elf concept I will stick with for my runty blue whelp character elegosthewhelp. Floppy ear, same runes in both forms, and generally pale and skinny as fuck. The second sketch is him as a derp whelp.