Daily Writing Part 170. Story of Poems Part 104

Random words of the day: Concert. Peace

Whew! And there we finally have it! The end of the fifth chapter of The Artist’s Tale! I’m not going to beat around the bush: I really like this part. It wraps up the chapter, but at the same time announces much more yet to come, with what may or may not be a plot twist concerning one of the the story’s more shady and mysterious players to boot! It’s a great cliffhanger and I’m glad I’ve been able to get it in there at this point.

So, what is this frightening shape? What does it want? Will it actually bring about what it claims to herald? How will everything that has happened and all the characters who have made their appearance over the past couple of month tie into and affect the upcoming events? No doubt chapter six will bring about some clarity on all these matters and more, but not before making things a lot weirder! I mean, obviously. See you there! ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5

Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow

“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”

The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred

Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked

As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead

Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls

Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!

It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards

They did not look up even once
Even as the ground decayed
Just a ridge remained beneath their feet
All else had turned to shade

And then there was the final scene
Which showed a grand arrival
Of a tourist in a floral shirt
With a big box marked ‘Revival’

The crowd’s thoughts then were turned away
From the intriguing sight
As small soldiers with big bushy beards
Stormed in with a blinding light

They turned right to the scorpions
And drew their forks with rage
“The Order of the Lentil, here?!”
“It’s time you got off-stage!”

The intent was unambiguous
But the scorpions were prepared
“No chance! We’ll take our warehouse back!”
They decisively declared

The planet then shook fiercely
As an aluminium hat
Was hurled right from the artist’s hand
And came down with a splat

A giant crab came crawling out
Followed by a floating eel
Like beasts from an Asylum flick
They both looked far from real

“Have you been drinking, bloody fools?!”
“Do you wish all of us doomed?!”
“More pressing matters are afoot!”
Their mighty voices boomed

“If you’d read the latest newspaper”
“You wouldn’t flirt with doom!”
“You’d know if you don’t work together”
“All will go kaboom!”

“But if we’ll stand as one”
“We can defeat our evil foe!”
“Then our senators will be in our debt”
“And buy us milkshakes and gateau!”

They then threw a cloak across the room
That, to the crowd’s surprise
Immediately turned aerial
Lifting all into to the skies

It took them high above the ground
Just to drop them down below
Right into the strangest forest
Of king size matches, all aglow

Between the burning matches
Stood a farm, real old and creaky
Its chimney spewed out curls of smoke
Which formed a shape quite freaky

Rolling right up to the artist
It spoke with a frightening hiss
“At last my concert can commence!”
“We’ll soon have peace and bliss!”

End of chapter 5

Music-For-Peace


For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Project Realm. Peoples of the Realm 12. Cat People

From cold- to warm-blooded this week with the introduction of the Realms’s Cat People. The pattern – the further south I get, the less I know and remember about the species living there – still continues as it has since we left the Northern Island. I can’t even remember the characters my friend and I played even setting foot on the Cat People Archipelago or encountering one of its inhabitants. In addition, unlike with some of the other species, the original source that inspired the Cat People completely eludes me at the moment, giving me even less to start with. Seeing what I’ll be cooking up nearly from scratch is going to be an interesting experience for all of us. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to find a good picture portraying all four species, but aside from showing the Panthera, the current one actually does a more than decent job with that. For now, let’s start with a general introduction of our fantastical feline friends! ^_^


Peoples of the Realm

12. The Cat People
“Cat People” is the collective name for the sapient feline species of the Realm, who live on the four western islands of the Cat People Archipelago. While very closely related – all being warm-blooded, anthropomorphic, feline and capable of reproducing with one other – the peoples inhabiting the islands are clearly distinct enough to be considered separate species, each with their own separate territory. Other cat people species are believed to exist, but only four are known within the Realm: 1) the enigmatic Panthera, 2) the shrewd Tigri, 3) the proud Liones, and 4) the fierce Jaguaran. Each of these species shall be discussed separately.

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Writing Update: Little Things

Not an overly eventful writing week this time, but a few points of interest, nonetheless.

First off, there’s of course the Star Wars front, where we have another profile update. This week it’s Bultar Swan’s turn to show off her powers and abilities. Since she originally is a canon Star Wars character, part of her abilities are taken from said canon. However, I’ve mainly put those in that were already shown in the stories so far (whether direct or indirect), her negotiation skills being the only exception. Other already existing powers in Star Wars canon may be added at a later point, if they appear in the stories.

In any case, you can find Bultar’s updated profile RIGHT HERE! Also, don’t forget to visit the Ashukahwa Archives’ Star Wars Library to read up on all the stories in the Ashukahwa-verse and any of its background information you’re interested in! Go to the top of the page or click THIS HERE LINK to get to it!

Second point of interest: it’s only two weeks until NaNoWriMo 2017 and you can bet I’ll be spending the whole of November writing that novel once again! As always, I’m still in the preparation phase this close to the start, but I have faith it’s going to be alright! So what’s on the programme for this year? I’m strongly considering a continuation of Pwnage, the story I started last year. Despite reaching the 50,000 words, I never managed to finish the story itself and progress has been, mostly lacking thereafter. This would be a good opportunity to change that. Whether I’ll go with that or decide to take a completely different route is still to be determined, though. Expect an update in the very near future. Until then, happy reading and, even though it hasn’t been a completely Star Wars focussed post:

May the Force be with you!

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Daily Writing Part 169. Story of Poems Part 103

Random words of the day: Curl. Farm

Yes, I’ve finally managed to take my initial idea for this part and run with it! Well, almost. The shape was going to do than simply form and with that end the chapter on a cliffhanger. Since the word “curl” especially didn’t really allow that, the current stanza is what I ended up with instead. I know I say this pretty much every time, but every week, there’s that one word that becomes a major obstacle. I might go for a single random word if I try something similar, but for now I think I’m too far in to switch gears. Plus, this two word method has made The Artist’s Tale into what it is right now and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Depending on the words I get next week this may still be the chapter’s ending. It’s decent as a cliffhanger, but if I can make something better out of it, I will. We shall see, next time! ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5

Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow

“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”

The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred

Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked

As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead

Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls

Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!

It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards

They did not look up even once
Even as the ground decayed
Just a ridge remained beneath their feet
All else had turned to shade

And then there was the final scene
Which showed a grand arrival
Of a tourist in a floral shirt
With a big box marked ‘Revival’

The crowd’s thoughts then were turned away
From the intriguing sight
As small soldiers with big bushy beards
Stormed in with a blinding light

They turned right to the scorpions
And drew their forks with rage
“The Order of the Lentil, here?!”
“It’s time you got off-stage!”

The intent was unambiguous
But the scorpions were prepared
“No chance! We’ll take our warehouse back!”
They decisively declared

The planet then shook fiercely
As an aluminium hat
Was hurled right from the artist’s hand
And came down with a splat

A giant crab came crawling out
Followed by a floating eel
Like beasts from an Asylum flick
They both looked far from real

“Have you been drinking, bloody fools?!”
“Do you wish all of us doomed?!”
“More pressing matters are afoot!”
Their mighty voices boomed

“If you’d read the latest newspaper”
“You wouldn’t flirt with doom!”
“You’d know if you don’t work together”
“All will go kaboom!”

“But if we’ll stand as one”
“We can defeat our evil foe!”
“Then our senators will be in our debt”
“And buy us milkshakes and gateau!”

They then threw a cloak across the room
That, to the crowd’s surprise
Immediately turned aerial
Lifting all into to the skies

It took them high above the ground
Just to drop them down below
Right into the strangest forest
Of king size matches, all aglow

Between the burning matches
Stood a farm, real old and creaky
Its chimney spewed out curls of smoke
Which formed a shape quite freaky

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Project Realm. Peoples of the Realm 11. Skinks

The Skinks started out as one of the more difficult to write. Like with the other Lizardfolk I had to write them mostly from scratch, the only knowledge I had about them being the pictures and names of their namesakes from the Warhammer Fantasy universe. In addition, at first glance they didn’t appear to have those distinct features the other three had. As writing went on, though, I really began to notice their contrast with the more individually powerful Lizardfolk species and I knew how to get this done. To make things better, looking at Warhammer’s Skink pictures made me notice the crests on their heads and decided almost immediately to give them a similar function to the Dimetrodon‘s back sail: definitely one of my favourite additions! From that point on it got easier and easier and before I knew it the Skinks of the Realm had come alive! At the end of the day they actually became one of the more interesting and enjoyable peoples to write. Let’s have a look, shall we?


Peoples of the Realm

11. The Skinks

The smallest and by far most numerous of the Lizardfolk, the Skink live in the jungles known as the Skink Forests on the northeastern side of the Island of the Cold-Blooded.

Physical Description
The Skinks are a cold-blooded reptilian species best described as anthropomorphic lizards. On average they stand up to one meter tall, weigh around 45 kg and are short and lean. Their rough skin covered is in scales and offers some protection from small amounts of damage, but not quite to the extent of the Kroxigor and Pantathiëns. Its colour can vary based on their habitat, but is most commonly some shade of blue, green or, on rare occasions, red.

Their size, weight and build make the Skinks physically the weakest of the Lizardfolk. Although their strength is lacking, they are remarkably swift and agile, capable of outrunning most other species and moving very stealthily, unseen to all but the most vigilant eyes. In addition they are quite cunning and will favor efficiently dispatching their foes from the safety of distance and stealth over direct confrontation. When the latter does occur, however, their immense numbers can easily compensate for their disadvantages.

Aside from their size, Skinks have two especially striking features. First, they possess a slender tail about half the length of their body, which is primarily used for balance, but can serve as a vicious whip-like weapon in a pinch. The other is the sharp jagged crest on top of their head, which can be folded in and out at will. This crest is used to regulate Skinks’ body temperature by absorbing and releasing heat, as well as to flaunt and intimidate.

Like the other Lizardfolk, the Skinks are primarily carnivorous, but their diet is much more varied and flexible. While they they attain their food mainly by hunting the smaller animals found in the forests, they have no trouble eating eggs or even fruits, especially if meat happens to be in short supply.

Skinks differ from the other Lizardfolk in that they mate only once in their entire life. Shortly after coming of age they choose a partner with whom they almost immediately mate. Skink nests are far and away the largest among all of the Lizardfolk and the main reason they are the most numerous Lizardfolk species. A female Skink lays up to thirty eggs at a time, which will hatch no more than two months later. Although incubation time is very short, young Skinks take remarkably longer to fully mature than other Lizardfolk. Most are self-sufficient after five years, but coming of age takes twelve to fifteen years, which is when they become capable of reproduction.

The lifespan of a Skink varies. Biologically they’ve been known to live anywhere between forty and sixty years and in times of peace most reach that age. However, those called to battle away from their familiar territory tend to die well before that, as their relative frailty often make them the first and most common casualties among the Lizardfolk.

Groups
There are no discernible biologically distinct groups among the Skinks.

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Star Wars Writing Update: Up, Up and Away!

Two main developments on the Star Wars front this week. The profile updates continue to come in, slowly but steadily. Today we’ll be looking at Jedi Padawan Shamila’s powers and abilities. She’s one of the the youngest of the characters who’ve made their appearance so far and not a lot is known about the full extent of her abilities, so it was much to my surprise that this section turned out to be a bit longer than I had expected. It’s interesting how focusing on the characters like this let’s me see them in a different light and learn things about them I hadn’t consciously noticed until then.

The profile, updated and all, can be found RIGHT HERE! Go have a look and leave a like or a comment if you enjoyed the new content!

There is bigger news this week, however. The Star Wars Library is finally up! At last all the “Ashukahwa-verse” Star Wars stories as well as the databank with all characters, organisations, events and other background information about those stories can be accessed in a single convenient place! As new stories appear online and with them new background information becomes available, the library will be updated. Whenever that happens or when a new article appears, there’ll be a notification to indicate that next to that article name on the library page, in addition to the weekly update, of course. So keep an eye on it to get all the latest updates when they come in!

The library can be found at the bar at the top of the site, but for convenience’s sake, I’ll give you a link RIGHT HERE!

There’s still a bit of work to be done on the aesthetic side of things, but all in good time. The important part is that it’s up and, I believe, accessible and easy to use. Should you have any feedback, don’t hesitate to share it! If there’s anything I can do to improve things, I’d love to hear it!

That’s it for this week’s update. I hope you’re enjoying the new content and I hope to see you again next week! Until then:

May the Force the be with you!

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Daily Writing Part 168. Story of Poems Part 102

Random words of the day: Mat. King

While certainly not the hardest part to write, I wouldn’t use the word easy to describe getting this one done. It came as a bit of a surprise to me, since the words didn’t seem to difficult to fit in, but it’s been changed at least seven times before I was satisfied with the final product. That’s not even counting the change away from the original direction after the initial ten minutes or so of writing. Some of the ideas that went through my mind, including a roaring door mat (yes), really made me realise why I enjoy this series so much. For a long time I’ve had a great appreciation for the bizarre, the absurd, the silly (undoubtedly one of the most frequently used words on this site!), the so-stupid-and-nonsensical-it’s-awesome. Few of my works have allowed me to delve into that side as much as The Artist’s Tale has. For that I’m incredibly grateful! ^_^


The Artist’s Tale. Chapter 5

Beneath the early sun
A baby mouse ran through the glade
And just behind it followed suit
A brilliant parade

Accompanied by radios
All playing vibrant songs
The creatures in that great parade
They marched to right some wrongs

The endless crowd moved lightning fast
Like a shooting star it went
For they knew they’d be refugees
If it came to the Event

One of the creatures stopped and turned
The tiniest red mite
“Looks like we’re almost there!” it called
“The iceberg is in sight!”

Around the berg’s sharp peak
Stormed fierce gusts of powdered snow
While on its top sat Referee
The court’s most senior crow

It strapped a saddle to its back
And rose up to the sky
Adjusting its square glasses
It let out a booming cry

“I’m glad you’ve come, my Flywheel friend!”
It called out to the gull
“My days on that cold pyramid”
“Were getting awfully dull”

“It seems the blackboard chart was right”
“You’ve come here just in time”
“Please follow me towards the court”
“We may just stop old Mime”

They flew towards their destination
Through the snow and hail
To find a man before its gate
Armed with a board and nail

His body was that of a man
His head that of a sparrow
His bulky chest broad like a safe
His waist extremely narrow

“Stop, all of you!” the bird man spoke
“The entrance here ain’t free!”
“Your great stampede won’t cross the cord”
“Until you’ve paid the fee!”

The artist jumped right off the gull
And swiped their credit card
Then a t-shirt wearing puppy
Promptly had the gate unbarred

Strange sounds and lights filled up the court
Like a space station it looked
And all across its metal walls
Countless ransom notes were hooked

As one, the crowd stormed right inside
With one flea just ahead
Which fiercely waved its walking stick
Forged from the finest lead

Both newbies and old veterans
Soon filled the court’s great halls
They paused for peanut butter pie
Then dashed right through the walls

Their charge abruptly ended
As they reached the central room
And witnessed, painted on each bench
A picture fraught with doom!

It showed all of the galaxy
Breaking into shards
While innocent and guilty both
Kept playing with their cards

They did not look up even once
Even as the ground decayed
Just a ridge remained beneath their feet
All else had turned to shade

And then there was the final scene
Which showed a grand arrival
Of a tourist in a floral shirt
With a big box marked ‘Revival’

The crowd’s thoughts then were turned away
From the intriguing sight
As small soldiers with big bushy beards
Stormed in with a blinding light

They turned right to the scorpions
And drew their forks with rage
“The Order of the Lentil, here?!”
“It’s time you got off-stage!”

The intent was unambiguous
But the scorpions were prepared
“No chance! We’ll take our warehouse back!”
They decisively declared

The planet then shook fiercely
As an aluminium hat
Was hurled right from the artist’s hand
And came down with a splat

A giant crab came crawling out
Followed by a floating eel
Like beasts from an Asylum flick
They both looked far from real

“Have you been drinking, bloody fools?!”
“Do you wish all of us doomed?!”
“More pressing matters are afoot!”
Their mighty voices boomed

“If you’d read the latest newspaper”
“You wouldn’t flirt with doom!”
“You’d know if you don’t work together”
“All will go kaboom!”

“But if we’ll stand as one”
“We can defeat our evil foe!”
“Then our senators will be in our debt”
“And buy us milkshakes and gateau!”

They then threw a cloak across the room
That, to the crowd’s surprise
Immediately turned aerial
Lifting all into to the skies

It took them high above the ground
Just to drop them down below
Right into the strangest forest
Of king size matches, all aglow

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For the first chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the second chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the third chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

For the fourth chapter of The Artist’s Tale click here.

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Who? Just your average descendant of two sea-faring peoples, recently graduated anthropology Master and aspiring author with a life-long passion for writing.

What? Uhm, human. I think... Also a bit crazy, but in a good way. I think...

Where? A land under the sea, far, far away. Occasionally with my head in the clouds.

Why? Trying to get both my work and my love for writing out there, sharing them with others and getting in touch with fellow writers, artists and other like-minded people.

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