Ancient Greece, the Heroic and/or Hellenic Age suddenly gets hit with a Very Large Brick with Obvious Hyena Pawprints on it… This doesn’t really surprise anybody, 'cause the Shabby Hyena Thing is well known for Hitting with Bricks more or less anything and everything that moves… Yes, I know temples and citadels and things don’t actually tend to move very much, being pathologically indolent to the point of utter inertia. But things that move metaphorically. Never mind.
Having been very abruptly hurled by circumstance into the heart of Africa last year, Fifi and I have, sadly, now slowly returned to the pile of rubbish that is Britain by way of Greece, stopping to peer thoughtfully at various ancient sites. Thus arriving home after what feels like longer away than it probably was, PHoD has taken his old Ancient Greek Project out of the Big Sack or Bag in which it’s been mouldering for some years. And hit it with some new bricks, once he’d remembered what the hell NWN and Gmax were and which way up they were supposed to go.
Above, you can see the whole problem of Ancient Greek Warfare. For reasons inexplicable to me, all the warriors involved seem intent upon hitting each other with swords and spears. Now, to my mind, they’d all do much better with a good, solid, trusty Big Brick… Anyway, be that as it may…
I’ve never been rabidly enthusiastic about Ancient Greek myth and history as a basis for a NWN series, so I never did much about it, unlike all the Indian, Central and South African and (NOT) Egyptian stuff I did, and am doing more of. But, having meandered back through Greece, Fifi and I picked up a few ideas and inspirations and so, since what I had already done was sitting in the Big Sack or Bag in a single, easily defined spot - unusual for any of my stuff - I thought I’d poke it with a stick, just to give the bricks a day off.
Fifi asserts that a sudden need, apparently bordering upon the sociopathic, to make ancient Greek pots is a manifestation of my old Morbid CaneBasketosis which some of you may recall from back in the day on the Indian stuff. She just might be right… Aside from heaps of rubbish pots, there’s a fair bit of architecture done thus far and a range of shields with authentically Greek patterns on them, some statuary, those Chariots that were somewhere in an image above, hiding behind a Dog, and… and I think there might be some other stuff too. I forget. Still a bit jetlagged. Which is eerily freakish since we returned through Greece on foot (and occasional ill-maintained buses driven by kamikaze maniacs called Kostas who seemed to harbour a mortal and bitter hatred of goats and donkeys, swerving toward them at every opportunity, especially near cliffs) interspersed with insalubrious ships. No jets were involved. So it must be shiplag… Need to work next on some clothing parts that actually look moderately Greek.
Anyway. This, because it’s all in more or less one place save a few rogue textures from the gruesomely vast Demoness Tales Haks, will be what I throw at the Vault next.
However, I do vaguely recall being in the middle of a load of Rubbery Spleen Creatures for the Vault when Fifi and I got sent very abruptly across half the planet to flail about in a rainforest for scientific reasons and not because the museum just keeps trying to get rid of us… probably… Anyway, I forget exactly what I was doing last year, but I can find out easily enough. I’ll try to dig them up, add a load more Rubbery Spleen Creatures for good measure and put them up at some point soon-ish… (As always upon return from fun field research expeditions, there is the not at all fun Overworked Period where we have to write up so-called learned papers and reports from stained, tattered field notebooks covered in fascinating green and red splats of obscure origin which smear the rubbish handwriting amusingly, laced carefully with squashed Nuclear Mosquitoes, so time’s limited just now…
