B. Jung & B. Freid

B. Jung

Artist and antiquarian, Blake Jung (28) has his origins in Avalon, but two years ago he moved to a village a several days outside of the city. The place was a quaint collection of cottages not quite numerous enough to be called a town. He resided not in a home of his own, but a rented attic room. When he ran into some trouble -he contracted adventurers from The City to help him out. When they met him they crossed the threshold, and entered his room, another world really-one of deviltry and morbidity.

It has been said by scholars that 'only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear- the exact sort of lines and proportions that connect up with latent instincts or hereditary memories of fright, and the proper color contrasts and lighting effects to stir the dormant sense of strangeness.' Looking at his work that lined the walls, they could tell he was just that kind.

They were not the first.

"It was difficult for me to put words to I saw, because the awful, blasphemous horror, and the unbelievable loathsomeness and moral foetor came from simple touches quite beyond the power of words to classify." - Prof. , Avalon Society of Art

"It looked as though his work was crafted by a nauseous wizard that'd woken the fires of hell in pigment, and his brush a nightmare-spawning wand!" -Lord Auersperg, Aesthete

Blake's work has a niche audience, many people see it as downright horrible-not that it is of poor quality, but rather that it disturbs beyond belief. Sir T. Talwar-Kadath has long been an avid fan and collector of his work, and even has frescoes in his lavish home that attempt to emulate the B. Jung look. When he heard that Blake had broken into sculpture and was returning to the city, he knew Blake was the man to sculpt the fiend. The unveiling of his Haunter of The Dark II last December, an oil painting now worked in stone, caused most the women in the room to swoon at a private viewing while their husbands were positively paralyzed.

B. Freid

Byron Freid (58) is a man nearing his sixties, but his life as a philanthropist, philanderer, and philosopher has in no way been impeded nor has his art. With a careful hand upon his chisel or as he likes to say his 'pecker' his transforms blocks of raw material into the most tastefully beautiful nudes and studies of humanoid anatomy. For forty years his work has graced the likes of the High Temples of Bast, and many other venues.

Byron is a native son of Rosslund, born to a successful goldsmith and his wife. Byron studied his fathers art, but would branch off into sculpture incorporating some of his father's techniques. Byron's art is stunningly life-like, and his ability to capture stirring scenes in stone-especially with the female form is unparalleled.