I should be sleeping. Or packing. Or making sure I won't miss the bloody plane. And here I am, scribbling stupid stuff. On the other hand, he did only take like... three hours... or so.
I'm still not sure if this is the design I want from him. Oh well... we shall see where this one goes.
... and yeah, he's not a charr. He's a chimaera.
Also looks shockingly good as a wallpaper
I am driving you the same way I drove Luther or Genghis Khan, the way I brought Huss to his pyre. I was the one who made Helene dance at the gates of Troy, I was the hand which cast Tiberius in the river. I was the force that made Romans break against the walls of Masada.
I'm older than your kind. Old as reason itself, as life. I'm the bastard child of time and greed. I am ambition. I am the devil biting into your hide, whispering his teachings. And on the day the name Machiavelli enters history, it will be my name. My teachings. My vision.
Also, despite popular opinion - Machiavellian doesn't mean evil. Just so you know. Well... some of you knew, I suppose.