Fairies Love Pizza Comic

Fairies Love Pizza Comic

“Mom I’m fine. They’ll be back in two days… no, I’m not scared… yes… yes, she made me a list… I’m fine.”

“Mom, I’ll call you back. No, I think the bulb went out. My phone is a light, mom… ok, bye.”

“Where are the spare light bulbs?”/”In the kitchen pantry, top shelf”

“Why put them in the kitchen? That’s so weird…”

“I hate tall people…” *clink clink* “-huh?”

“What the-?”

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Art Prompt Suggestion with Example

Leslie was taught this method for generating a random art prompt in her high school art class. You will be building a simple sentence then illustrating that sentence. This sentence requires three parts:

  • Noun
  • Verb
  • Place

Make a list of words for each of the three parts. 5-10 words works best but feel free to use more if you desire. Write each word on its own strip of paper, keeping them separated by the parts. Randomly draw one from each of the three parts to build your sentence.

Example of the Art Prompt:

Noun: ice cream cone

Verb: singing

Place: desert

Sentence: The ice cream cone sings in the desert.

Art Prompt Suggestion with Example
The ice cream cone was singing in the desert.
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Easter Themed Dungeons & Dragons Poll

We posted a poll on Twitter, and later to Facebook about Easter themed choices for a session of Dungeons and Dragons. The choices we provided were:

  • A fire breathing Wererabbit
  • A dragon egg hunt
  • A Chick-Duck-Bunny Chimera

Well, we only received two votes from the Twitter post. One for the dragon eggs and one for the chimera. On our Facebook page, we had three express their interest in the hunt for dragon eggs.

Les prepared a sketch for each of the three Easter-themed choices.

Wererabbit DnD

The fire-breathing wererabbit would certainly make for an interesting boss fight. Possibly even a BBEG (Big Bad Evil Guy). I might have to work him into a future session anyway, despite the lack of votes he received.

Dragon Egg

Our winner. The idea of sending players out on an Easter egg hunt would be easy and interesting. Now to make them dragon eggs? Even better. I would imagine there’s a mighty wyrm out there that isn’t going to be happy with a particular group of adventurers.

Easter Chimera

Chimeras. Nightmare inducing creatures of unlimited creative potential. Here you have three creatures that are typically labelled as cute and sweet. But what happens when you add them all together?

Let us know if you enjoy our holiday themed Dungeons and Dragons creations or if you have any ideas that you’d like to share with us.

 

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Tower: The Book Chapter Four

Before reading Tower, check out Runite here. Or start at the beginning, here.

The boy felt like a prisoner. The Runites had escorted him and the giant back to their camp in complete silence. It was a castle, or likely had been in the distance past. All that remained was a tower.

The barrier walls, that had likely formed a large rectangular defense was mostly crumbled. The single cylindrical tower stood at the center of the ruins, adorn with a large green-field banner and similarly colored flags atop the battlements. Their path led directly to the massive wooden doors at its base.

Tower Book Chapter Four

“At one time,” the giant said to the boy, “this was the mightiest castle in this realm. That was a very long time ago however.”

“Before the wyrms,” said one of the barrel-chested Runite men.

“Wyrms?!” exclaimed the boy. “You expect me to believe there are dragons out there attacking people?”

“Yes, lad. Well. It’s been a very long time since any wyrms concerned themselves with mortal lives.”

“This is ridiculous,” the boy said, shaking his head. “Lets just get this over with. Help your people if you must, but I have to help my sister.”

“The Runites are no longer my people. And I already promised to help your sister, lad.”

The boy had heard many promises in his life. Seventeen years. His sister was the only one to ever keep a promise. Now he had no idea where she was but he promised himself that he would see her again.

The Runites led the boy and the giant into the large tower. The ground level was crowded. A disjointed chorus of voices filled the air with numerous conversations. However, the room grew quieter as the group crossed to the staircase that spiraled up along the curved outside wall of the tower.

Most of the people bowed their heads respectively to Father. Others looked knowingly, yet confused, upon the giant. Many, however, glared at the boy as the outsider he most certainly was.

“They don’t even know me, yet they look at me with such… hatred.” The word didn’t feel right to the boy but he couldn’t find a better word. “Why?” he whispered to the giant.

“You are not a Runite, lad. They do not hate you. What you are about to see is likely a secret known only to Father.”

The boy started to ask another question but the giant shook his head. They followed the group, in silence again, up the spiral staircase. At the top of the tower, Father unlocked the massive door with a strange key. He did not open the door. Instead, he turned to the boy.

“You will get answers. For now, however, we ask that you keep your questions to yourself.”

The boy nodded, without a word, to Father.

Father opened the door, producing an ominous creak. The group entered a very large–too large–rectangular room. How is it this big? The boys mind exploded with questions but he bit his tongue, urging himself to remain silent. How is it square? His eyes darted around the impossible room. What is this place? 

Almost every surface was covered in mirrors of various sizes and decor. Why are they all cracked? Each mirror had a unique symbol drawn on it’s fractured surface. Except one. At the far end of the room stood a rectangular mirror, taller than the giant, with a smooth surface. Why aren’t we in the reflection?

The story continues.

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World Poetry Day Map

In honor of World Poetry Day!

Cartography For Beginners Poem With Map World Poetry Day

Cartography for Beginners
by Emily Hasler (via The Guardian)

First of all, you will need to choose the correct blue
to indicate water. This should not be too watery.
You must remember: people do not like wet feet.
If there is no water to indicate, no matter,
you must still elect a blue. Let me recommend
eggshell, at a push, azure. Choose a symbol
for church/temple/mosque/synagogue. Choose
a symbol for pub. Dedicate your life
to the twin and warring gods of Precision
and Wild Abandon. People do not like
to be lost. Buy Mandelbrot’s 1967 paper
on the coastline paradox, put it on the highest shelf –
but get a stepladder. Take a little licence with rivers,
especially their curves and estuaries. Add
an oxbow lake if at all possible. If the area you
are mapping has no seas/lakes/rivers/streams,
I have to question why you are bothering. You
won’t get to use that lovely blue you spent so long
deciding upon. Do the Norfolk fens instead. Better
yet, East Anglia in its future state, quite utterly
submerged like a sodden Constable. Come on,
get your coat, I’ll show you. You won’t need your shoes

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Survivor Part 2

(A continuation of Survivor. Read it here.)

Uneasiness washed over the survivor, as if she was being watched. The tall, gold-framed mirror was empty. The woman, or rather herself, that had spoken to her was no longer there. But she also realized that the mirror was not showing her own reflection.

Curiosity tugged at her as she remembered the silver mirror in the desert. She backed away from the gold-framed mirror, afraid to take her eyes from it. A sinking feeling she could not shake told her she was being watched. She had to find a way out of this nightmare.

She forced herself to pull her eyes from the mirror and looked around. The sun was peaking over the treeline now and she would be facing her first night in what felt like days. She was terrified.

The reflection of her alternative self said she had survived the first test. How many more will there be? Has this one already begun?

A distant clap of thunder startled her; she screamed out. Her heart was racing. She spun in a circle, searching the area, and hoping to find something. Anything. She took several deep breaths to slow her heart beat. There. A distant light flickered. The woman squinted and started towards the light.

The light was a lantern hanging by the door to a small, poorly-built cabin just inside the treeline. As she moved closer, she realized the door was cracked inward. She could hear voices coming from within, but could not make out the words.

Survivor Part 2

She pulled her knife from a pocket and crept to the door. She kicked the door open, but remained just outside of the entrance. A dozen faces of varying ethnicity, gender, and age stared at her. Each person’s expression showed disappointment before fading away. She was left alone with a dozen uniquely designed mirrors baring her own reflection.

The feeling of being watched remained. Something drew her to a circular mirror with  a carved wooden frame. She stepped closer and her image blurred, replaced by one of the dozen faces that had previously occupied the room.

A woman with aged skin like stretched leather was studying her intently. “Shya, dear, you have to complete the tests. We can’t make exceptions.”

Shya opened her mouth but too many thoughts raced in her mind. She only managed silence and a look of confusion.

“You were chosen, Shya. We believe you can survive the tests. The tests must continue. You are a survivor.”

As the dark woman’s face faded, the door slammed shut and the walls began to draw closer. Shya struggled to remain calm but her heart was pounding. She pressed her palm to the surface of the wood-framed mirror. It rippled for a brief moment, then she was looking at her own reflection. She cursed.

Gripping the wooden frame, she pulled with all her strength and ripped the mirror from the wall. The wall splintered behind it. Shya slowly shuffled back, all four walls were pushing closer. Eyeing the cracked wood panel, she backed to the center of the room. She charged, shoulder lowered, and aimed for the splintered panel.

The wall barely resisted at all, and she hit the ground outside of the cabin. She lifted herself off the ground and saw the tall gold-framed mirror looming over her.

You are a survivor.

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Runite: The Book Chapter Three

Before Reading “Runite,” catch up with the previous chapters:
The Book” & “The Book Chapter Two

The embers crackled with the last of the small fire the giant had made at dusk. They were spending the night in an alcove cut into the base of a stone wall. The giant slept but the boy could not. The sounds and strange things moving, beyond his sight, through the forest kept him awake.

The boy had made his resting place as near  the fire as he could get while keeping out of the giant’s long reach. The boy knew that the giant was powerful and likely held some moral high ground but the boy had to find a way to get the book so he could see his sister again.

Whatever was moving through the forest had been getting closer with the dwindling flames. The boy strained to see through the darkness but kept as still as he could. The boy looked to the giant again. His snores were deep but quiet.

He looked back towards the forest to find a smiling woman, lean and dark, sitting cross-legged by the embers. She stared directly at him, into his very soul.

Runite Woman

The boy wanted to scream out for the giant but he was paralyzed with fear.

“Hello, little Runite,” the giant said, somehow knowing the woman was there.

“You were not invited, wizard.” The woman’s voice was a soft hiss. “Father won’t be happy.”

“Just passing through,” he grumbled as he rolled to a sitting position, facing the woman. He adjusted his shoulders and popped his neck, likely uncomfortable from laying on the ground.

Was he even asleep?  The boy thought. The boy could only stare at the haunting smile of the Runite woman.

“Father will want to see you.”

The giant chuckled. “I don’t want to see him.”

The small, dark woman never stopped smiling. It made the boy uncomfortable.

“Stay calm, lad.”

Being addressed for the first time caught the boy off guard and startled him. He quickly looked toward the giant then returned his gaze to the Runite woman, expecting her to attack. Or something. She remained still, with the smile broadening slightly. Then the boy noticed the shadows behind her. They shifted closer. He had thought it was just the trees.

The giant sighed. “Hello, Father.”

A frail looking elderly man, covered in faded, yet elaborate white designs, stepped into the dimly lit alcove. Four barrel-chested men, nearly as tall as the giant, stood behind him. They certainly were not trees.

“My boy,” Father said to the giant. “Why have you returned?”

“Happenstance,” he replied. “We’ll be on our way soon.”

“No need to rush. We have need of your-,” the elderly man paused, as if searching for a particular word. “Book.” He smiled.

“No.”

Father shook his head slowly. “Once a Runite, always a Runite. You know that, My Son.”

Continue reading here.
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