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the unexpected MVP of episode 88

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some god damn gems from tonight’s Alpha stream

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Research-Professor Malarae Arkenett of the College of Haelat

Class: Swashbuckler Rogue 6/Hexblade Warlock 5 Background: Sage Race: Wood Elf Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

  Born a naturally inquisitive child, Malarae benefited from being raised within the walls of the College of the City of Magic, Haelat in the kingdom of Elysium. The daughter of two teachers, her curiosity was not only encouraged, but fueled by the family of professors who taught her whatever her interests were at the time.    Once Malarae became an adult, she was granted the title of Research-Professor, given a small allowance and granted papers to allow her travel to every allied kingdom in the world. With a map in one hand and her head on her shoulders, Malarae began the task of finding ancient ruins, cataloging the forgotten civilizations and the treasures inside them.    After a few decades, Malarae stumbled into a cave in a mountain range, seeking shelter from a sudden snowstorm. Traveling into the cave, she found a whole catacomb system winding through the mountains and became quickly lost. Eventually, she found what appeared to be the throne room, filled with skeletons and dust. On a dais in the center of the room, a strange blade called to her. It was inky black, something coalescing around it. Suddenly set upon by the shadowy assailants that had been stalking her for weeks, Malarae took up the blade to protect herself. The blade seized her mind, demanding payment for its service. Malarae was forced to agree, selling her soul to whatever strange being resided within the blade.    After a short time, Malarae escaped the catacombs changed. The blade, known to her as Chaosrazor, had granted her abilities beyond the few she had seen within the College walls. Her goals now are to find whatever civilization was lost within the mountains, to find the true name of Chaosrazor, and to somehow retrieve her soul.

Pictures from DollDivine builders Character sheet blank found on Reddit

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The anatomy of a cow poem, or ‘bredlik’

The poem is generally first person and begins with “My name is…”, unless part of a series; series are structured as dialogues.

Cow poems are in strict iambic dimeter.

A cow poem has the scheme *A*A*B*B.

The cow stanza is a 6-line stanza followed by a 2-line ‘punchline’, varying on “I [do the thing]//I lick the [thing]; much like Benadryl Cabbagepatch, the closer the conformity, the better the effect.

Spelling is more-or-less phonetic, especially for vowels, with some exceptions (classical cow poems make exceptions for “I”, notably) and certainly no numbers; the effect is often described as ‘pseudo Chaucerian’. The grammar too is fairly standard.

Or to put it another way

My naym is pome And wen you noe The rouls that mayk My strukchur floe And poeits bend Tou hone ther art

I mayk you smyl I tuch the hart 

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We heroes gret Hav goten shaym We must ern bak Our goodly naem To farm-folks’ aide We wolk our tolk We seem as cows We fite the roc

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just a lil cuddle

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http://geekandsundry.com/critical-role-episode-83-the-deceivers-stand/

It’s Vox Machina Vs. Raishan as the last member of the Chroma Conclave will either stand or fall! With special guest Patrick Rothfuss! This week’s episode of Critical Role was brought to you by Marvel Puzzle Quest. Take on the universe with all the powers of Marvel at your fingers tips. …

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critical role gif meme - [4/7] members of vox machina

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ah yes, my favorite critical role love triangle: percy, vex, and the sweet embrace of death itself

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Critical Role Aesthetic || Kima x Allura

I know. You know.

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I’m so angry about this Muslim ban. I used to tutor this family of refugees. The father was a translator for the US Military. His father and two of his brothers had been murdered by the Taliban. He was so concerned about his family’s safety that he didn’t tell anyone he was working with the US Military, because he was afraid the Taliban would target his wife, his children, his mother.

They came here with nothing. I met them two weeks after they arrived, when their apartment was bare, and the kids were still scared and confused and desperately missing their friends and family back home.

But the crazy thing is, they were always so patriotic. I’ve never heard anyone talk about the US government with the sort of admiration the father has. He’d tell me very seriously about how lucky we are to have a government we can trust. A government we can count on. That we don’t know how good we have it.

His son wants to serve in the US Military or be a police officer when he grows up (his father wants him to work a nice safe job in an office somewhere, where he’ll never have to see the sorts of things you see in a war). For his birthday, that little boy wanted an American flag on his birthday cake.

These are the people we’re targeting with Trump’s bullshit executive order.

I’m trying to reassure them right now that they’re welcome here, that we want them as our friends and neighbors. But honestly, the real question is why would they want us? Who wants friends who’ll let you die for them in their wars, but won’t let you live with them in their safety?

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I am a strong supporter of girls complimenting other girls

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Tonight’s map, made from a mix of different map tiles. One day I’ll be pro and make my own.

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i can’t believe i’m still into this ship despite it being at a -100.00% probability 

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Previously, I’d only seen the first two panels and assumed it was the complete comic.

This version is much better.

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http://geekandsundry.com/oops-how-the-bbc-purged-all-of-their-old-doctor-who-episodes/

With the ubiquity of the Doctor Who Christmas Special in modern pop culture, it seems like a great time to reflect on the history of the good Doctor, except it seems that there is a huge chunk of it missing from the first six years of the show’s run. And that’s because the BBC junked…

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when you’re Support and no one will stop the enemy Winston from murdering you: