i cannot put into simple words how much i adore joel's tool and armor names
like honestly this man comes up with the funniest shit and it's so dumb but its such a JOEL thing to do my god
here are a few that have come up in my empires s1 binge
he's my favorite and so ridiculous
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slight redesign of CoA Scott! my favouritest little guy (ignore that i haven't updated in a hot minute. it's happening i swear-)
+ details under the cut! (rbs are appreciated!)
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So I’ve never actually drawn anything really esmp s1 related so………….
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I miss them so much, I miss Empires Season 1
I kinda wanna draw them all again
Here are some lore ramblings under the cut
When Gem ran away from the Grimlands, she sought any way to remove her physical connection from the kingdom. The Grimland’s dependency on machinery made it rare to see one with long hair. Long hair was a hazard, it could get caught on all matters of gears and switches. So Gem let her hair grow and refused to cut it. She religiously straightened her hair, her naturally curly, ginger hair was too similar to her younger brothers. When Gem attempted to change her hair’s color she hesitated. She found herself unable to remove that part of herself. Instead, she chose to wear a hood, which was later replaced by a grand wizard’s cap when she received it.
As the first heir to the Grimlands, she was raised to be responsible for the kingdom. She was forced to take great care of her speech, her appearance, and her clothing. This habit truly never died down, even after a decade of her escape. She keeps her clothing clean and her dresses always pressed. Gem keeps her now straightened hair in a neat and tight braid. The responsibility weighed heavily on Gem, she often misses nights of sleep in favor of researching into the night. Her eyes are weighed down by eyebags, aging her youthful face. She feels guilt for abandoning her brother but hopes that she does not see him again in fear of his rejection.
Fwhip was never meant to become the Count. As such his parents never placed high standards on him. He was allowed to experiment with Redstone and roam freely across the kingdom. It was not until his sister’s disappearance that he was forced to take on her responsibilities. Fwhip always hated maintaining composure. What he hated more was being forced to abandon his experiments. When his parents died, he gave the brunt of his responsibilities to his advisors and retreated into his laboratory. His curly hair is constantly tangled and covered in unknown motor oils and grease. He does the bare minimum while making appearances in kingdoms (wearing a clean jacket and washing his scarf). His eyebrows are singed and grow weirdly from his experiments’ constant explosions. His time outdoors testing his latest creation has left his skin suntanned.
He wonders what became of his sister. When she vanished, their parents seemed…relieved. Fwhip knew his sister was different. He knew that the day he smuggled her redstone powder, only for it to turn into Amethyst dust in her hands. He knew the day her eyes turned a magical green hue, different from the icy blue they both once had. It enraged Fwhip when his parents pretended she never existed, erased all mentions of her, and even destroyed the few paintings they had commissioned throughout their youth. Yet, he can’t help but feel like her disappearance was fueled by him. Fwhip knew the stress his sister was under, yet did nothing to support her. He hopes to see her again one day and he hopes he can make amends with her.
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