It’s that time again people, and only like a week after I wanted to start but Easter is an awful holiday and drains my will to live. So instead of an Easter themed competition we’ve got a Chinese Zodiac themed comp! It’s Year of the Ox my dudes! Holstaurus? Minotaurs? Hakutaku? Anything else that you…
Cut and Run Ch. 1 Retcon 4 of 5
“Be Silent Worm!” she frowned imperiously down at me. Up over her shoulder, I noticed that Anna the Wurm, looked startled for a second, then she blushed and covered her mouth with one of her dragon paws.
Cut and Run Ch. 1 Retcon 3 of 5
“I don’t think we’re going to be in Kansas anytime soon Toto.” I spoke to myself dryly.
Cut and Run Ch. 1 Retcon 2 of 5
‘Oh crap!’ I thought silently, ‘I think that you do lady. Cause I REALLY need to take a whiz!’ I whined.
Holly, Mint, and Visgali
A luckless Nightgaunt drowns her misery at the bar of her friend Holly who has an interesting proposal.
“What’s my soul like then?”
“Eh, like an Ogress. Big, full of… hard stuff. Pulpy.” Visgali’s abyssal eyes were mesmerizing, but the comparison stung the bartender’s own pride. “You’re a stiff drink, but I need a- a-,” the nightgaunt’s eyelids lulled over as she drifted off to sleep mid-sentence.
Good Vibes
My first non-contest entry set in the Vale setting.
Clay rubbed his aching head as he tried to stand, but the fall down the pit rattled his senses something fierce. His bruised arms and battered legs were unsteady and weak as he struggled to loosen his backpack from his person. It was a great and painful effort to brace himself against the pit’s wall under the late afternoon daylight. He needed to take stock. “How long was I out?”
A Meeting with The All Seeing Hakutaku
Our story began in an age of wonder and mystery, when monsters still roamed the lands and humans were…
No, not that. What’s the main character gonna do? Save the day? We need something different.
No, not that. What’s the main character gonna do? Save the day? We need something different.
Hmm…
Long ago in a distant land, I Ak-… no.
He had to keep walking. He had to if he wanted to make it out of here. In the dying forest far from civilization…
No no no. Ugghhhh!
How was she supposed to come up with a story like this?!
Dreamcatcher
“Who are you and what are you doing in my dreams dressed like that?” I ask.
“Dressed like wh-” she doesn’t even finish her question before letting out a little shriek and reflexively covering herself up with her arms as she looked down, even though I couldn’t see anything too salacious from where I was standing.
“Oh…oh my…..you must have greater control of this dreamscape than I anticipated.” she observed timidly. “Not quite full lucid dreaming, but still…..”
Come to think of it, the beautiful, bespectacled bovine woman in this dream kitchen is (barely) dressed in a manner that seems a bit reminiscent of the Gil Elvgren or Freeman Elliot pin-ups I’m so fond of.
“Please…” she implored me. “I…I can tell you what you would like to know, but can I get something a little less revealing?”
Wait a sec- I have the power to dress and undress her in my dreams? Well now- this could be pretty fun.
The apron vanishes altogether, and my bovine visitor has one arm draped across her voluminous breasts and her hand covering up between her legs.
“KYAAAAA! I…I’ve been tarnished forever. Nobody will want to marry me now!” my uninvited visitor lamented as she tired even harder to conceal herself. “I’m a sage with 400 years experience in this field- why would you even want to do such a thing to me, young man?”
“Hang on, hang on….” I try to reassure her
The Archivist’s Apprentice- Madness Finale: Aftermath
***From the Journal of Lysander, Apprentice to the Royal Archivist***
I can’t even begin to remember how long I sat there, screaming, though I do remember that shining smile in the face of the purple monster in front of me. It faltered at my cries, falling into a look of grave concern. She approached, a comely torso slithering along the lower mass of teeth, eyes, and purple slime. As she came closer, I could do nothing but scramble further backward. The bookshelf rocked precariously above us, threatening to topple over onto me, but I was in no condition to think of anything but putting as much distance in between the slithering creature and my person as I could. The Madness of Philip Howard still gripped me, for his memories latched onto my mind like the writhing tentacles of the shoggoth snaking out to ensnare me.
Sojourn’s End Chapter 2, Sojourn’s Ender
“Here on the Chaos, Upper Left, Board for each player there are ten Servitors also known as Shoggoth. They serve as the boards Pawns. Two Mind Flayers as Rooks, two Night Gaunts as Knights, two Mi-Go as Priests, and two Yith as Merchants. Finally, we have one Cthulhu as King and one Cthylla as Queen.”
“Wait!” said Yasu with a triumphant smile. “If the Shoggoth are referred to as servitors then this set must be truly old.”
“You are correct Yasu. This one fact alone gives us an indication of just how truly ancient this set is.”