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"Underdawn" Ogar's Redemption, Part 3 by Edward Bolme Read Part 2 "Cry for Help"

On a rugged ledge high in the peaks of Kybar's Teeth, Grej sat, dangling her legs in the empty air. Her brows were furrowed with thought, and she absently pulled her thick, shaggy hair out of her eyes as she stared into space.

She didn't notice as a shadow eclipsed the sun briefly, nor did she hear the whisper of approaching wings.

"Think fast!" yelled Kazm, swooping low over her and shoving her on the shoulders. In an instant, her center of gravity was over the edge of the huge cliff, with no place to go but down.

She instinctively arced her back, snatching up her two climbing hooks from where they sat beside her. She twisted her body around, digging one of her carved-stone hooks hard into the granite of the ledge. Hanging by a pinpoint of rock on rock, her body swung like a pendulum. She hooked an outcropping with her free hand to stop her swinging.

She scrabbled with her feet, but found no good purchase, so with all the effort she could muster, she strong-armed herself back up on top of the ledge.

"Stupid jerk!" she yelled at Kazm, who circled on the thermals with his homemade wings.

"I would have dived and caught you before you hit," he said.

"I know that," she said, "but you interrupted my thinking."

"You mean about that fungus-head?" Kazm asked as he swooped low over Grej.

Grej flicked up one hand and snagged Kazm's ankle neatly with her climbing hook. Suddenly the Kybarite aviator lost all his speed, and he belly-flopped painfully to the ground.

"She's not a fungus-head," growled Grej. "She's my crèche sister."

"Okay," protested Kazm from the ground, "but she's still a fungus-head."

Grej had no reply for that, so she simply released Kazm's ankle.

"So what did she have to say?" Kazm asked, as he stood and shook the dust from his leather-and-wood wings.

"She says this nasty, dark geyser has erupted in the Underneath, spreading nightmares and shadows and evil."

"Yeah, well," said Kazm, shading his eyes as he looked over the vast, rugged panorama of Kybar's Teeth, "it's the Underneath. It's always dark down there. Not like up here, where we're close to the sun."

"It's more than that, Kazm," said Grej. "It's the Core. I think something terrible is coming."

"Why?"

"They got Ogar. I grew up with her and Ulk. We explored together, played together, learned to dream together. She gave us korrit rings, you know, when we came of age. It's been years since I took mine out, but maybe it's time.

"I've spent the last--how many years now?--learning the ways of my people. In all that time, I never went back underground."

Kazm leaned against the rocky wall and looked at Grej. The Kybarite orphan sighed and sat back down on the ledge, banging her heels on the mountain. After a long pause, Kazm finally broke the silence.

"Well," he said, "they found you as a baby and raised you as one of theirs. I'd say you owe them your life."

"Yeah," said Grej.

"Me, I owe Prek for these wings, without which I wouldn't have much of a life myself, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah," said Grej.

"Right, I'll leave you to it, then," said Kazm, as he jumped from the ledge and glided away.

Grej walked slowly back to her little hut where Ulk still lay sleeping. The poor exhausted Underling had slept for hours, kicking and whimpering in her sleep. Grej had dreamed up a xamf to sit at the head of her bed and watch over her, just in case.

Grej entered the hut and sat by her bedside, watching her former crèche sister as she slept. Hours later, as dawn was beginning to creep into the sky, Ulk's eyes finally fluttered open.

"We'll help get Ogar back," said Grej softly.

Ulk reached up and poked one of the triangular birthmarks near Grej's right eye. "I've missed seeing those," she said with a relieved smile.

Once Ulk had recovered from her ordeal (she insisted on staying inside Grej's hut, where the walls were comfortably close), she led Grej and Kazm back into the Underneath. The tunnel wound down, deeper and darker, and as they descended, Ulk found herself wishing for the terrifying heights of the Teeth… and its cheerful brightness. Back here in the Underneath, she could almost feel the dark shadows gathering, wrapping themselves around her dear friend, making Ogar one of their own. They hiked their way into the bowels of the moon, and Ulk led them at last to the fringes of the Mushroom Jungle.

Even from here they could tell that something was grossly wrong. Ordinarily, the Mushroom Jungle was humid, but in a fresh sort of way, like the air in a hot bath. Now the air itself was sticky, and thick oozing drops dripped from the caps of the various fungi. Nasty, stinking liquid trickled down the stalks of the giant mushrooms, leaving traces of slime that tore at the flesh of the funguses as it dried. A hissing undercurrent of sound made the normally quiet Mushroom Jungle seem somehow sinister, even though the mushrooms were suffering as much as anything else.

The trio started to move through the towering stalks toward the place where Ulk thought the geyser could be found. They hunched their shoulders and moved carefully, cringing as thick, cold, gooey, brackish droplets dripped on them from above.

"We must be on the right track," said Kazm, as brambles started to appear, wrapping around the bases of the mushrooms. Unseen creatures skittered and hissed at them as they continued, following alongside, always lurking at the edge of their vision.

The closer the threesome drew to the geyser, the higher and thicker the brambles grew, until at last the way became impassable. The dim phosphorescence of the mushrooms cast unnerving shadows through the twisted thorny growths.

"I'm not sure we can go on," said Ulk.

"That's okay," said Kazm, looking at the shadows. "I'm not sure I want to."

"Good to hear you say that," said Grej. "'Cause from here, the only way to go is up." She looked meaningfully at Kazm.

"No way," he said. "Go up there, with all those big mushroom caps and brambles and dripping ooze and be away from you two? Not a chance."

"Why not?" asked Grej. "You fly alone all the time back home."

"Our sky doesn't have a ceiling," said Kazm.

"Or a geyser of shadows," snapped Grej. "Get to it."

"All right," said Kazm. He chanted a spell to give himself a little extra lift by stirring the fetid airs of the shadow-tainted jungle, and began to flap his wings.

Slowly Kazm gained speed and altitude, hampered by his claustrophobia and the ever-present obstacles in the overgrown Mushroom Jungle. At last he cleared the taller mushrooms, and was able to build up speed more easily in the wide-open spaces between the most massive mushroom heads.

"This is actually rather pretty," Kazm said to himself as he soared. He bathed in the soft glow of the giant mushrooms and marveled at the soft colors of the great jungle beneath him. Up here, right below the mushroom canopy, the air was almost as open as it was up in the Teeth, and no sign of the brambles could be seen this high. In fact, he began to feel downright hopeful…

Until he passed above the tallest mushrooms and saw the shadow geyser in the distance, spewing its filth, polluting the air and contaminating the land. The geyser reached to the ceiling of the vast, yawning cavern. Rivulets of tainted sludge dribbled along the ceiling, writhing like worms and dribbling grimy globules into the jungle below. Black grimy spatters marred the faint pastel colors of the mushroom caps, and Kazm knew that the effects were even worse below.

He stared hard at the geyser. It was a solid, streaming mass of shadows, flowing upward like a reverse waterfall, oily and unnaturally slow. Its movement was compelling, almost hypnotic… Kazm turned toward the geyser, began flying closer…

"I wonder what's taking him so long?" muttered Grej impatiently as she paced.

"I wonder where Ogar is," mumbled Ulk sadly. She fingered her rings, unsure whether she would be able to do anything to help her friend.

"You scared?" asked Grej.

Ulk nodded.

"Yeah," said Grej, "so am I. Scared more for Ogar, though. I hope we can help her."

"I hope we can stop her," said Ulk. "She has new powers, and her dream creatures are more like nightmares."

Grej stopped her pacing and looked Ulk in the eyes. "You find her," she said. "Kazm and I, we'll make sure she doesn't harm you."

Suddenly a flash of light burst through the jungle, then another, then a burst of darkness.

"What's going on?" asked Grej.

"I have no idea," said Ulk. "Maybe--"

At that moment, the jungle itself seemed to crash down upon them. "Thunderquake!" yelled Ulk. She grabbed Grej and threw the both of them against the bole of a giant mushroom. There were shadow brambles there, but a few scratches, even deep ones from a shadow bramble, were inconsequential compared to the chance of being smashed flat by a falling mushroom or swallowed by a sudden rift in the stone.

The earth bucked and heaved beneath them. The great Mushroom Jungle shuddered, the thorns tore new scars into the fungus, and clouds of spores abruptly filled the air. Beneath the cracking, shaking sound, there was a groan and a shriek, cries of pain and frustration.

It seemed like it lasted forever, though Ulk, having been through these before knew that they only lasted a few seconds.

Normally.

But this one…

Ulk began to count out loud, using a childhood method of pacing the count. "One crunchy korrit cake, two crunchy korrit cake, three crunchy korrit cake…" She reached twelve before the quake finally stopped.

"I've decided the top of the mountain is a lot safer," said Grej.

"Don't worry," said Ulk. "That was no normal thunderquake. That was something else."

"Oh, great," replied Grej. "That's supposed to make me not worry?"

The two Magi stood, tentatively testing their limbs for injury. Aside from some scratches and a dusting of spores and dirt, they seemed fine.

"So, um, what do you think that was?" asked Grej.

At that moment, a great brown shadow appeared in the air above their heads, swooping down on batlike wings. "You're not going to believe this," shouted Kazm from his vantage high in the air. "The geyser--it's gone!"

But even as he said this, an unnatural cloud of darkness spread throughout the huge cavern, and the glowing mushrooms closed their caps, bringing an early undernight.

The three Magi huddled together in the darkness, too fearful to move. About them in the spiky shadowy thickets, horrid creatures screamed and roared. A great wind was rushing toward the place where the geyser had been, as if the vanishing of the geyser had created a leak in the Underneath.

"What do you think is causing this?" shouted Kazm. "Something good, or something bad?" The others shrugged. Kazm looked annoyed, but there was nothing more to be said and done while the storm raged. They hunkered down and waited for a long time.

After several hours, the wind lessened. Ulk sniffed. "Hey, you two," she said, "does the air smell fresher to you?"

"Yeah, the stink's about gone.," said Grej.

"How niccccce of you to ssssay, sssisssterr…" hissed a voice in the darkness.

"Ogar?" gulped Grej.

"Yesssssssss, sssssisssssterrrr…" came the reply. "Night isss herrre, time to pay for the attack of Kyrrrrusssss…"

The Magi could see almost nothing in the darkness. Ulk desperately felt around with her hands, crawling in the dirt as the threesome heard Ogar's shuffling footsteps draw closer.

At last Ulk found what she was looking for: glow-puffs. She grabbed a double handful, cracked the shells lightly, then flung them at the sound of the noise.

The puffs flew through the air, striking mushroom stems, hitting Ogar, landing on the ground. Wherever they hit, they puffed a small cloud of glowing mites, outlining the terrain as well as Ogar in a soft, sparkling light.

Ogar hissed, drawing back her lips to reveal yellowed, pointy teeth.

"I'm your sister, Ogar," said Ulk. "You don't want to harm me."

"Oh, I don't have to," said Ogar, twisting the rings on her fingers. "Heeeerrre, kitty kitty kitty!" she sang sluggishly. Two misshapen jiles the color of night stalked forward to stand by her side, their very essence eaten partially away by the nightmare energy that gave them existence.

Kazm stepped forward, trying to free his arms from his wings. It was rare indeed that he ever fought someone on the ground. He brought his baldar into existence. It roared its defiance, but the chaos jiles were quicker. They rapidly overwhelmed the baldar while Ogar sent a blast of corrupted energy wracking Kazm's bones, sending him to the ground.

"Ogar, what are you doing?" cried Ulk. "You don't want to hurt anybody, do you?"

"Everrrrybodyyy gets my pretty dreammms…" came the reply.

The jiles moved in on Kazm's limp form. Grej leaped forward, using her ring to bring a vogo into being. The bird swooped upon the jiles, distracting them while Grej pulled Kazm back and tapped another of her rings.

The air began to chill as Grej's xamf popped into existence. Ogar's jiles were temporarily flustered; they circled among the thorn-wrapped fungus and growled.

Then Ogar moved her hands, gesturing with arcane symbols, and a bolt of dark purple, nearly invisible in the dim light, shot forth and struck the vogo. The dream creature began to unravel, but then abruptly stopped, changing from a dream creature to a beast of nightmare, partially undone, entirely twisted.

Seeing the jiles and the nightmare vogo moving in, Grej's xamf stepped in the way to buy her some time. The jiles pounced, shredding the xamf into a cloud of dreamstuff floating away.

Grej backpedaled and desperately looked up. The Underneath sprawled at the roots of Kybar's Teeth, and she hoped her magic would still work here. She called out for Kybar's aid, and a veritable rain of sharp stones began to fall from the ceiling of the vast cavern. They punched holes clean through the mushrooms as they fell, falling like hammers onto the cavern floor.

Grej saw the jiles closing, Ogar behind them using some sort of magical shield to protect her from the hard rain. Grej backed up. A large stone struck one of the jiles and it disappeared with a flash of utter blackness. The other suffered a similar fate, but just as it happened, Grej caught her heel on Kazm's unconscious form and fell flat on her back.

Ulk, cowering under the dubious protection of a mushroom, saw Ogar approach her crèche sister. The vile vogo circled above, crowing raucously.

As Ogar approached Grej, Ulk saw a dark shadow peel itself apart from the jungle and swirl around Ogar. "Finish it," the shadow whispered. "Finish them all, and I shall give you even greater dreams!"

Ogar stepped forward to stand over Grej. She cocked her head to one side, as if studying her. Then she reached down and picked up a very large rock with sharp edges from where it had fallen. She raised it over her head and looked at Grej emotionlessly.

"NO!" yelled Ulk. She leaped from her spot and dived on top of Grej, shielding the weakened Kybarite with her own body.

"Yesss!" whispered the shadow, curling over Ogar's head.

Ulk turned her head to look up into Ogar's burning, empty eyes. "Please, Ogar, you don't want to kill your sister" she said imploringly.

"Sssstrike!" hissed the shadow.

Ulk saw Ogar's arms flex, then pause, then flex again. "The dreamsssss," she said. "The dreamssss are all filled with red."

"Then wake up," yelled Ulk. "You didn't like them when they started, so quit already! Dream something better!"

"Nooo," whispered the shadow, "jusssst my dreamssss!"

Ogar lifted the stone as high as she could.

"We shared dreams, Ogar," said Ulk. "You and I. They were our dreams, no one else told us to have them."

Ogar lurched heavily to one side, then slumped slowly to one knee, letting the stone drop harmlessly to the ground. "But the dreamssss are ssssoo… very pretty…" she said, her head swaying side to side.

"Yesss, pretty," said the shadow.

Ulk quickly tapped her ring to bring Kyug back into existence. "Are they as pretty as this?" she asked, pointing to the short little korrit. "Well, okay, so maybe Kyug's a little pudgy, but isn't it cute?" She gave the little korrit a squeeze.

"You gave this ring to me, Ogar, don't you remember? Here, Kyug, give Ogar a hug." She handed the korrit to Ogar, who took the little creature clumsily into her hands. Kyug gave a small nervous whistle, tooting out a few hopeful spores, while keeping a wary eye on Ogar's yellowed teeth.

This close, Ulk finally had a chance to get a good look at Ogar. Her eyes were half-lidded, never quite seeming to look directly at anything. Her hair hung in her face, unnoticed. She stroked the little korrit absently, but the grace was gone from her movements, and she swayed slightly. She looked for all the moon like she was asleep.

The shadow moved closer to her ears and whispered, "My pretty dreamsss, come back to them…"

Then Ulk remembered how hard it had been to get Ogar out of bed when they were kids; she slept like an ormagon on a full stomach. And Ulk remembered her solution.

"Tickle attack!" yelled Ulk and mercilessly pounced on Ogar, wriggling fingers digging under her armpits. Surprised, Ogar dropped Kyug, who tooted and began assaulting her feet.

For a moment, Ogar's eyes went wide with hate, surprise and fear, but then she fell to the ground laughing helplessly and begging for mercy. At once, the nightmare vogo circling overhead winked out of existence.

"No mercy!" laughed Ulk, "not until you surrender! You know the sign!" Whistle like a korrit!"

Ogar, fighting against the impulse to laugh, pursed her lips, but only made a raspberry sound. Ulk dug in again, wriggling fingers pushing Ogar back into a fit of laughter. Finally, after several tries, Ogar squeezed out a weak whistle.

Satisfied, Ulk sat back, giggling, leaving Ogar lying on the ground, still laughing.

Ogar rolled on her back and rubbed her eyes. "Oh, Ulk, I had the strangest dream last night," she said. "It was--" She stopped abruptly as she opened her eyes.

"It was real," said Ulk. "And it lasted for weeks and weeks."

"Oh my," said Ogar. "Oh no."

"It's okay, sister," said Ulk. Let's get you back home, and then we can talk about it. C'mon, Grej," she said, nudging her friend with her toe, "you tend to Kazm, and let's get moving."

The foursome rose unsteadily to their feet and began to move away as the underdawn began to unfold, the wounded mushrooms once more shedding their glow upon the region.

Unnoticed behind them, the shadow retreated into the lingering darkness and watched their departure, then faded back into the dream realm, bearing its message back to its masters.

The End… for now.

[korrinhorizon]

Zotz (my sing oc) being dragged into jobs by Buster

Buster: hey Zotz, question can you help me grab something?

Zotz: (being 7ft tall) oh sure,

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Buster: hey Zotz! You know how to edit audio, and play some instruments, right?

Zotz: yeah? But what does that have to so do with the current play-

Buster: GREAT, because I’m going to need you edit and compose some of the audio for our several hour play, Byeeeeee

Zotz: . . . . . . . Why

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Buster: heyyy Zotz? You know how to fight?

Zotz: no?

Buster: but you are 7th tall right?

Zotz: yeah?

Buster: be my bodyguard!

Zotz : excuse me wha-

[toomagazineperfection]

I am afraid of love leaving.

She stomps like my darling escaped a hood.

Feels like a temporary death to my fine, her page.

Her hoop lives a caram-free done and her acting seeps everyone to death-like dunes.

A due in rhythm-best is her slapping soil and friends.

A dime to perform and perfection indeed.

A Gold to occupy her heard, she writes like she is my love.

A shine in move ment and is the move of deer around my body.

Her shine of eyes we're the lovers of moon.

We're the kiths of her stomach ache.

A shiny due girl in the moon timp.

Her tempo shined Khan's acting pree.

She alcohol and mix of wine rice like French names of height kaju.

We ate her moving names. Her moving Earth was the liking of her Kazm like move-acting.

A lie-share. Her

Sunidhi

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Aphrodite Areia - Part 4

Previous

That day in the shop kicked off a new adventure for Aria. A couple days after, the Western Nomads set up a bazaar in the town’s agora. Now that the war was over, trade was returning to Taratheras. She had passed by early, not long after first light, not wanting to deal with the clamour that was sure to come once the sun was higher. After all, people would be out in droves daily for the weeklong market. 

The Western Division of the Nomadic People of Continental Gretheon, had not stepped foot in Taratheras in fourteen years. Not since the King of Midrom had foolishly declared that his country would remain neutral and that he would allow the Blicans to travel the Central Bifur on Goodwill Conditions. Midrom would then shut its borders until the war ended, effectively closing its eyes to its neighbours’ war. It meant that the Blicans were able to take a straight line from their country in the north to the southern nation of Taratheras on the conditions that they caused no harm to Midrom while on its land. The Blicans had been able to reach Taratheras in hours, as opposed to the days it should have taken them had they had to go around Midrom. Even at fourteen she’d known that King Promet had just signed his people’s death and the Western Nomads, the last division who would step foot on their sector of Gretheon, had all left. To the surprise of no one except Midrom herself, she was not able to stick her head in the sand. Once Midrom’s towering walls were sealed and the last Blican safely off her land, they had turned on her. They launched Moltoves and Musgavs over the walls from all sides. The Midromians, having turned inwards for lockdown - like bears right before hibernation, had been unable to escape the fire and gas that rained down on them. The Walls that stood for centuries as their greatest protection, now their catacomb. 

Midrom’s fall had broken something in Gretheon, something that had yet to be fixed. The Westerners presence was a step in the right direction. As a division, they were a people of stability for all that they were wanderers. The last to abandon land and the first to return, they were a signal to both Taratheras and the other nations of Gretheon that peace was returning. In the coming months the other divisions, as well as other traders, would hopefully start returning to Taratheras as well, though Aria knew that it would probably be more than a year before the Northern Division even spoke of returning. 

The Western Nomads had gone all out, bringing both the most current items as well as samples of the goods Taratheras had missed out on since their last visit. It was as important an event to them as it was to Taratheras. The Nomadic People did not see borders and legislatively all of Gretheon was their home and as such, they were able to travel unrestricted. But to the Western Division in particular, with their sacred connection to the earth, returning to Taratheras was a reclamation of their homeland as much as it was a signal of safety.

At first Aria just wandered through the bazaar, amazed at not only how much Taratheras had missed due to the war but also how the rest of Gretheon moved on without them. The Westerners had laid out their goods so that each stall showed a progression, starting at where they’d left off fourteen years ago and moving linearly to current times. It was upsetting at first, to see how quickly goods from the further nations progressed, the ones that turned their eyes away from the Central conflict. However, the more Aria looked, the more she saw the echoes of the war. In obvious things, like the decrease in limestone work after the fall of Midrom, the main exporter, but also in subtler things. The trend of beaded jewellery which all had a streak of teal, the exact shade of Kazm’s flag, which appeared to have started in the days after Taratheras’ momentous reclamation of Kazm and continued for months. The umbrellas made of cypress and detailed with poppies, aloe, peonies and marigolds around the time of the Massacre of Luvi. One stall stopped Aria in her tracks. It sold painted wares, plates, bowls, vases, etc with stories detailed on them. They depicted the war as heard by the people in Eethia, the Grethon nation furthest from Taratheras. One character in particular was what made Aria pause, first appearing in the background about ten years ago and then in every year since, gradually coming more into the spotlight as the wares progressed. It’s a horse, with a mechanical front left leg from shoulder to hoof and a mechanical back right leg from the thigh down. It gained scars as it progressed from grunt to leader, its mane got shorter, its legs and weapons got upgraded. The wares made directly after the final battle all depicted the same thing, the horse under Taratheras’ flag, victorious. Something about it made her feel ill, which is a foreign almost-forgotten feeling seeing as she hasn’t been ill in over a decade; she couldn’t anymore. Realisation set in then, made her want to turn away and head back. Everyone depicted in the wares is human, except Taratheras’ War Horse. Augmentations F12, 15, & 18, done about seven years ago now, meant that Aria can no longer cry, but the sinking feeling in her chest and the twisting of her stomach wanted to test that. Aria didn’t know how to process it, but she did know that she no longer wanted to be here and so she went to flee. The stall owner caught Aria’s attention before she could, pressed a ware into her hands with a soft smile and a wbgo, the westerner’s bow of gratitude, before turning away. Confused, Aria glanced at the ware then sucked in a shocked breath. It’s a glazed plate with four panels, depicting the horse shown in so many of the others. The horse born from the ashes of a charred valley, the horse leading the charge to battle, the horse under Taratheras’ flag, the horse turning into a woman draped in Valia’s flag, wearing a crown of bimflor, statice, blackthorn & bluebells, looking towards a new dawn. Shakily, Aria gently deposited the plate into her bag. She gave a nod to the vendor, then deposited a stack of coins on the stall and walked away. 

She ignored the noise of surprise the vendor makes, made sure she’s far enough that she could pretend to not hear them call her back. Of course, Augmentations S-2, 7, 14 & 23 meant she could hear them perfectly, but she did not care that the plate was a gift, or that she left four times the cost of the most expensive ware. Before this Eethian artisan and Western trader, only the dead had ever held hope that Aria could move forward after the war. Aria herself feels she’s a bighozm, a body on the wrong side of the veil, moving aimlessly aside from following the occasional whispers of long departed souls. These strangers were alive and believed not in a hope of a distant future, but in the hope of present times. Most days, Aria did not know what she was doing, did not know why she was here, did not know how to be a person but today, she knew this. The strangers believed there was hope, possibilities and new beginnings for her. She did not know what her new dawn would bring, what her sun would rise on, but she’s going to find out.

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This got so far away from me it isn't even funny. The other chapters are all less than 600 words, this one is about twice that. This chapter was supposed to be about Aria buying some cute clothes and getting into art, instead we got ~450 words of lore, some history, some trauma and a plate😂😂. Don't get me wrong, I had a blast worlding building but the final chapter count is now 7 and at this point, what was originally supposed to be a short 5 chapter story is going to end up double that. I also realised after that I switched tenses about 3/4 way through. I went back and fixed it but let me know if I missed anything, if anything is confusing or talk flower meanings with me in the comments! ~Eli Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

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[subakuryu]

YarkWark fan stuffs

Yesterday was the 2nd anniversary of YarkWark's passing and... it's all been a blur. Things have changed immensely over the past two years since that I could've never imagined. Good and bad. So many of us miss her, and so I'm releasing some stuff that involve a few of her OCs and some of my Team Prototype fan OC stuff as well. Just dumping it all because they'll otherwise be sitting in the binary darkness of my hard drive till it dies. I don't want that. So here's a bunch of unreleased stuff all centered/adjacent to YarkWark's Team Prototype universe that I've drawn the past two years. Both rough and rougher. Hope she and all of ya'll enjoy. If ya have any questions about any of these, feel free to ask away! ----- Some descriptions of the images in order: 1) Barbs is my attempt at making a Solar Glider OC. I wanted to make one who would be the main delivery person for Nido's stuff. With Buzz being the only Solar Glider that Yark had released, I wanted someone to be his opposite. She's a tough, capable, n strong willed ol' lady with a sharp tongue if ya play the fool, haha! 2) Yeah. That's the Megamind meme, but with Barbs. "No shipments?" 3) I've released this on Twitter before, but I'll share it again. Yark's Darigan Bori, "Calander." Neopets is where I first encountered Yark as Armadi way back when she made a few comics for the Neopian Times. She has a special place in my heart. This sketch is modeled after the memory I have of an exit image from one of Yark's custom webpages she made on neopets. 4) A bunch of needlix anatomy practice in which I was trying to get a feel for how I wanted to draw Nido more similarly to how Yark drew her needlixes. So you can see sketch attempts at Kolt, Wart, Milkzee, Tala, and Kaz. 5-6) I had the silly idea that Nido's resting grump face would one day get him in trouble so this is an abandoned attempt at trying to make a silly comic strip how it might go down. While making the strip I got the extra silly notion that just Nido's luck, Trask happens to be in the area and intercepts. An even sillier idea came to me that maybe Trask would further exacerbate the situation with his own scary face, but I never got that far, hahahaha..... 7) Started making a fan Razorwing OC based on blue jay aesthetic as an incognito gift. 8) An attempt of trying to draw a scene of Nido passing to the unidentified Razorwing . I have learned I am terrible with cars as many artists have found out. 9) I love Ziggs. One of my favorite characters and one of my mains when I still played LoL. Tinks sure feels like he has a loooot in common with Ziggs and I feel that a certain meme image needed to be sketched out, haha! There needs to be more Tinks fanart! 10) This sketch practice was done in tandem with the silly comic above when I tried adding Trask in. Needed to get the facial proportions and shape jussst right! I am actually quite proud of that sketch on the right! 11) Volrex is forever the pessimistic, morose Razorwing and… just once… I wanted to see how he'd look if something ignited a lil light within him. Even for a moment.

[kingkazmx]

So i have started making videos for my own youtube channel, and am enjoying myself. I mostly play pokemon at the moment but will be branching out to other games in the near future! So i hope you all will join me on a fun adventure, and if you have fun as well, leave a like and subscribe!

[ohyeahmagi-nation]

"Legend of the Twelve Regions" Fists of Rayje, Part 1 by Edward Bolme This follows the events of The Battle of Naroom, Part 5, upcoming portions of The Unwanted, the fiction in Book of Ages #3, and the Nightmare's Dawn rulebook.

Kybar's Teeth...

"Maybe they thought we'd allied with the Core, and were launching a joint attack with the Shadow Magi," observed Barak. "After all, I was in the Core for a while. But if they persist in wanting a war, we'll be happy to give it to them."

Targ'n sat moodily in his rough-hewn stone throne in the heart of the castle of Yark Eyrie. His eyebrows furrowed and knotted over his wide nose, he stared at nothing in particular in the empty throne room; what he saw was held in his mind's eye, and his bearded chin worked back and forth with the tension the vision evoked in him.

He'd been having dreams, and he replayed those dreams over and over again in his mind.

The dreams had begun shortly after he had stood atop Kybar's Fang and seen the fall of Naroom. Kazm had brought news of an eruption of dark creatures, and the two of them had ridden the great Fang to the northernmost point of the Teeth to see. Using their magic, they were able to watch as the great shadow had swarmed over Vash Naroom and the surrounding woods. They had stayed in that spot for days as the blight slowly covered the majority of the great forest.

Then Targ'n had returned to Yark Eyrie.

The dreams, apparently, had followed him home. They were essentially the same dream, differing only in unimportant particulars. A pair of great shadowy hands rose up from Naroom, great paws made of twisted branches and wilted vines. They reached out, groping for the gigantic granite slabs of Kybar's Teeth. He saw the shadow of those great hands reach across the bright, solid stone bastion, and then, all at once, the clean, light-gray stone turned dark, all at once.

Not from the touch of the hands... from within.

Targ'n's hands clenched into fists, vowing that this vision would not come true, yet having no idea how to prevent it.

His people respected strength; they always had. That was largely why he was the elder: he was stronger than almost anybody in the Teeth. True, there was one person stronger, and although Targ'n had bested T'lok at the Test of the Elder, he had won not because he was stronger, but because he was smarter. Not that he'd ever admit that to the other Kybarites.

The problem was, the Kybarites were not entirely discriminating in whose strength they respected. That was why they often had a huge but dim-witted elder leading them. And that, in turn, was largely why the rest of the Moonlands considered them backwards barbarians. For many long centuries, the Kybarite elder had spoken in one-syllable words, and now the other elders showed surprise when Targ'n showed himself to be quite literate.

The Kybarites had a saying: nothing overpowers strength.

That's why the dreams bothered him. The Dark Twins were coming. They would attack Kybar's Teeth. And when they did, Targ'n had to show himself to be stronger than them.

But deep in his heart, he knew they were the stronger.

He would need help. But how can a Kybarite ask for help, let alone the elder of Kybar's Teeth?

"There's nothing for it, then," grumbled Targ'n.

He stood up and strode out of the throne room to one of the balconies atop the castle. He wanted to spend as much time as was left looking at the pristine gleam of the granite pinnacles.

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Read: Arderial Bograth Cald The Core The Sands of D'Resh Nar Naroom The Orothe Deeps Paradwyn The Underneath The Weave

[houseshoesandtallboys]

KAZM x ERZ

[gutvcr]

kazmes is a khajiit dragonknight who's dumb as a box of rocks but adores fighting and making art. she's very straightforward and simple and good. i dont have much to say about her she's just a tiny buff idiot who loves violence and painting

ity is a dark elf templar who loves her solar-based and restorative abilities and helps people with them regularly but harbors secret dreams of being a great thief and assassin. she is usually laconic and dry, but she can be quite funny when you get to know her; her blasphemous humor is unmatched.

[heyitskazm-blog]

Another new series! Petz Catz 2 is... interesting so far. If overly cute and slightly disturbing is considered interesting in a video game.

Check out the series on our channel!

[teamprototype]

Some fun sketches I did of my Inkling, Kaz, from last night. With the top right being a new one I did today.  As a brush main, Kaz can be serious in turf and rank battles, but does enjoy a good “booyah!” cheer. In salmon run, though, he can be a total coward, mostly playing it safe and being quick to flee, if he can, when the quota is met.  Since his first design, it’s become a running theme of him wearing anything that covers the lower half of his face, so he loves face masks now. Only real notable thing on him is his right fang being longer then his left, but it’s not like it’ll be seen often. :P I can see him using a lot of hand gestures to make up for the fact you can’t see his mouth often.    -Kaz in-game-

[korrinhorizon]

here’s some art of my new Bad Guys Oc, Kazm, with Mr.Wolf, Why? WHY NOT?! Lol