Tag: Mime

#15 – The Golemime

| November 15, 2011 | 0 Comments

In Estervale City, a place where science and magic live in peaceful coexistence, a serial killer is on the loose. This madman, this animal, is killing some of the city’s most treasured and vulnerable citizens.

Its mimes.

After the murder of several mimes in the city, the Estervale Police were forced to act. Their resident thaumaturge, Thaddeus Zoltaire, has been charged with making a golem mime, one that can pass on the street, but is impervious to even the most committed attempts at murder. After researching the proper rites and procedures, Zoltaire created a clay man and breathed life into it.

In the process of creating the golemime, however, Zoltaire did his job a little too well. He wanted his creation to be both mime and policeman, and used that intention when he composed the Words that animated the clay. Therefore, the golemime is trying to be the best  mime and policeman it can, developing traits of both with amazing skill. Within a week, it’s entertaining small children one minute, tackling suspects to the ground the next.

Zoltaire isn’t sure what exactly he’s created, but the golemime is proving to be vital to finding the vicious murderer that runs loose in the city.

Read his story from part one: Golemime

P.S. If anyone who can actually draw wants to draw this, it would make me indescribably happy. Just putting that out there…

#14 – Thaddeus Zoltaire

| November 14, 2011 | 0 Comments

In the city of Estervale, the police have their work cut out for them. There’s all the regular crimes that need regular policing, but from time to time they need a solution that is a little more… occult. That’s why they have Thaddeus Zoltaire on staff.

A graduate of the prestigious Barrowmill Academy, Zoltaire is proficient in most of the mystic arts that the police need – identification, tracking, truth-telling, scrying and the like. From time to time, however, he is called upon to stretch his talents somewhat.

His boss wants a golem now, something that comes perilously close to creating life – a crime against magic that could cost him his license to practice. But in order to save the reputation of the police department against an antagonistic media, Zoltaire is ready to help. So he builds a golem.

But not just any golem.

A golem mime.

Read Zoltaire’s story in Golemime, part 1

#4 Jugular

| November 4, 2010 | 4 Comments

Bonsoir, Messieurs et Mesdames.  What you are about to see, what you paid in sanguine coin to experience, is at hand.  Behold the pallid purveyor of pantomime!  Quiet drinker of the crimson ichor!  Europe’s most renowned undead!  The Mime Jugular!  Once the most celebrated voice of humanity!  A singer unparalleled,  the young master forfeited his gift for the immortality of a jealous admirer.  The very folds of his vox pulled from their box on the fangs of a leeching count in wont of the melodic organs for himself!  So, hear now, admirers of the exquisite, the song of silence!  Observe the music of movement!  Feel the eloquence of impression!  Give freely of your lifeblood so that the eternal performance never ends!