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25 Questions with Abigail25 Questions with Abigail by ZhaneAugustine
25 QUESTIONS WITH ABIGAIL SMYTH
1. How old are you?
I am 23 years old, but I'd think you'd know that if you read my bio on my creator's page. I mean we have an entire file about us there.
2. Do you like the attention that the strip has gotten so far?
It could be more. But we've just started out less than a year now, so I imagine we will grow. It would be so cool to have someone draw me or write stories about me my fans I mean. That would so totally rock!
3. Are you a girly girl or a tomboy?
A girly girl. I mean I can get rough and tumble if I need to, but I'd rather be shopping.
4. Are you straight, bi, or homosexual?
I am so straight a straight person seems crooked.
5. Are you a virgin?
Yes sir-re bob!
6. You seem to be proud of that. Are you?
Yes very. Of course its not like I think I'm better than those who aren't virgins but I still believe being a virgin till you find the one is the way to go.
25 questions with brittany cot25 questions with brittany cot by ZhaneAugustine
25 QUESTIONS WITH BRITTANY COTTON
1. How old are you?
I am 24 years old.
2. What is your weight, your shoe size, etc?
Check my bio on the entry about me. My creator did all of that.
3. You look much younger than 24, are you sure you are that age?
I was drawn innocent, kind of like how the beginning of the strips were back in the day, so I MAY look younger but I really am 24.
4. Do you like the attention you've gotten?
So far the 2x4 comic strip hasn't caught on like other creations so I don't have a ton of fans and thus I don't have a lot of attention.
5. Would you like it if you had it?
I'd be flattered, but to be honest I'm really a humble girl at heart, so no I don't think I'd like tons of people demanding everything about me. To be honest I really question why I've been interviewed, but . What can you do?
6. Are you straight, bi, or homosexual?
I am straight.
7. Are you a virgin?
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Tale of the Lampshade Samurai
Amelia White hurried down to the living room, her feet clomping on the dark green carpeted stairs echoing through the whole house. Tomorrow was the day of the convention, and that meant two things. One shed again see friends who shed only see on that one particular day, as they traveled from other cities across the nation for this event. The second was of course the annual Cosplay costume contest.
You going to the store? her father asked from the kitchen. Not even going to eat some breakfast? There was humor in his voice, as if he could sense her anxiety. Brian White walked out of the kitchen, his graying brown hair caked in flour and dough. His gray eyes twinkled at his daughter.
Well of course, I am, dad, she said in a huff . If I dont go now ,
The good costumes and materials will be gone, Brian finished for her. He threw his head back and laughed as her face reddened. He kissed her cheek before turning back to his cooking.
Amelia watched him disappear, and turned to the door, briefly staring at her watch. Nine oclock. There was still time.
The streets were practically paved in bodies. There was hardly a path she took, where Amelia wasnt bumping elbows with someone, or stepping on somebodys foot. It didnt help that the sun was burning hot across her head, or that after six hours not one store had any good costumes left. Oh come on, she muttered.
Im so sorry, miss, the last of the cashiers said with a lopsided grin. If it was at least six weeks before the event, maybe. But with the convention tomorrow?!
Are you saying something? Amelia growled.
Youd be lucky to find twenty patches of gum and dress up like a poorly dressed Scooby Do villain, the woman craned her neck, to look at the next costumer. When it was obvious the girl wasnt going to move, the woman blinked. Anything else?
Amelia opened her mouth, but decided against it. With a sigh, and a whip of her brown hair, she turned and walked away. I cant believe this, she groaned.
I can, said a soft voice, laced with giggling. Amelia turned and saw her best friend, Samantha. The girl was a few inches shorter than the other girl, with tight curls of golden locks, bright green eyes and so many freckles stretched across her face that she must have made the angels nearly collapse for all the kissing they had, had to have done. You always to do this, Amelia, Sam said, draping her arm over her friends shoulder. You wait, and wait, watching so many anime and reading so many Japanese comics, that before you know it, you cant decide who you want to be.
Amelia rolled her eyes as she walked with the other girl. Inch by inch they made their way to their favorite fast food place, and managed to find a seat. I know, I know, she said. The smell of onion rings, greased splattered meat, and body odor wafted all around them. Ugh, I feel like Im in an oven with a batch of bad chicken.
Sam giggled, and wrinkled her nose. So true, she said. She looked over her menu, ordered the veggie pizza, and than sat back. You going to go as the catgirl ghost of that one manga again? she giggled.
Oh, funny. Amelia ordered the triple angus double bacon deluxe sandwich and waited. They watched the massive pulse of humanity inch and swerve around each other, everyone either complaining about the mass of bodies, or the excitement of tomorrow.
Aw, come on, you were cute, Sam tried.
Yes, its always cute to have a bed sheet over your ears with the ears of a torn stuffed animal glued to your head, Amelia laughed a little. I honestly believed I did a good job on the face paint though. I really thought I stood a chance.
Uh, huh. Same chance as you did three years running with the same costume, Sam giggled, dodging as her friend tossed a pepper shaker at her. Her smile melted as her eyes focused on something. Uh oh, she muttered.
Uh oh, what? The other girl followed her line of vision, and felt her body tense. Melisa Benjamin sat just a little bit off from them, eating her salad and drinking a glass of imported water from some country with an impossible name to pronounce. Or so she had always claimed it was where shed gotten all her water. Amelia scowled, her appetite slowly leaving her.
You think if we pretend we dont see her, shell leave us alone? Sam asked in a low whine.
Amelia shrugged and looked away, watching as the waiter brought their order to the table and left. Just as her hunger had left, so it returned as she remembered what the platinum blonde, with an attitude that made many Hollywood rich snobs look like saints, had done to her two years ago. Melisas face appeared on the burger, her brown eyes taunting the other girl. Amelia grasped the burger and downed it quickly, smirking.
Always the pig, arent we? the high and mighty accent that reeked of East Cost Money made her want to puke. Melisa smirked, whipping her hair away from her face as she took a chair and sat to look at the other two. I thought it was you, Ame, I really did, but my friends all were certain youd be too smart to show yourself in public.
Ignore. Shes not really there. Amelia took her coke and gulped it. Time seemed to slow down, and still the little witch just stared. Thought you were going to Milan, she finally growled.
Thought about it, but once youve been, it so dull. Melisa flexed, her perfectly tanned skin catching the light of both sun and the buildings light bulbs, which caught the eyes of many single men there. Besides, how could I not come to the convention?
Shes not interested saying anything to you, Sam snapped.
Melisas head snapped toward the other girl, her eyes narrowing. Im sorry, was I talking to you? she asked. Many patrons shivered with her words, and slowly inched away toward the exit.
You might as well, because Im so not wasting time talking to you, Amelia said. She stood up and threw away her trash.
Ah, but didnt you just speak, mon ami? Melisa laughed as Amelias face reddened, making all her friends bark with laughter too like the bloated, circus, sea lions they were. Honestly, Im not sure what all this hostility is all about, Ame, Melisa cooed innocently. I mean, I knew we were never close, but who kept who at bay, hmmmm?
Her name is not Ame, its , Sam snarled, her words shut down as Melisa took a glass of water and dumped it over her head. The young girl screeched in shock and horror as half the restaurant laughed along with the snobs friends. The only two who didnt make a sound were Amelia and Melisa, the former glaring at the rich girl, the other at Sam.</P>
Im sorry, but this is a place for people with manners, not babys who wet themselves, she snapped.
Samantha looked up at the other girl and launched herself to her feet. Her face trembled, burning red as tears sting the edges of her eyes. Her fingers flexed inward and out, as if she contemplated some great violence, and then, she turned and walked away.
Amelia watched her leave, and turned her blood shot eyes at the other girl. In her mind, the freak was laying on the floor dead. She opened her mouth to speak and shut it again. She isnt worth it. She isnt worth it. She is not worth it.
Gonna cry like your little friend? She waited for a response and received none. Or should I tell Rick, that youve , she made a tiny sound like a mouse, as Amelia pushed past her, running her shoulder into and away from the other girls. That assault you know, I could have you arrested I could ,
Someone in in the crowd, someone not the very least interested in the girl or her tan, or her hair, howled and banged a fist into his table. Shut the hell up.
Melisas jaw dropped and she blinked only once. As she recovered she glared at the man, who stayed eye to eye with her, until his wife asked him to ignore her. The rich little brat turned to her friends, and motioned with her hand. I forgot what a dump of a town this is. Once I win the contest again, she cried out, giving a smug smile as she saw the word sting the vanishing Amelia, were so outta here.
It took Amelia two hours to calm down, less time than it had to console Samantha, who had been cheerfully arguing with a cashier about a certain dress. Despite their best efforts searching for a good costume for Amelia, nothing panned out as they had hoped. They agreed to call each other that night, and went their separate ways.
But even calm, Amelia could not totally relax. The mention of Ricks name was a thorn in her side. She had really liked him, and was certain he had liked her. He definitely enjoyed her costume three years ago, but when a certain blonde appeared, dressed as a character who was most definitely a tramp in one particular show, all interest faded.
Amelia paced back and forth in her room. This was the last time she would be allowed to enter the contest. The age limit was set for twenty two, and though she was only twenty one now, the conventions date differed from year to year. Next year it would be held six days later. Six days from now shed be twenty two, the cut off date. She wouldnt be able to compete next year. She had to win it!
But with no good mind of what she wanted to be, and no costumes, what could she do, what could she wear? Her room was a mess of books, literature, pictures, videos, dvds. Bed sheets and blankets scattered the floor, next to scissors and markers. In her closet, dozens of poor stuffed animals cluttered. If only she could read their minds, she thought shed hear the pounding of dozens of stuffed hearts hoping shed not go the same route yet again.
Sweetie, her mother called, opening her door. Amelia, she sighed. Darling its nearly midnight, and you honestly do need a good nights sleep! Her mom scanned the floor and sighed, long having given up on arguing about the mess of her room as this certain day approached.
I know mom, I really do but what am I going to do?! I cant let that witch beat me again! I have to win, I have to find some costume that will really blow the socks off of the judges. I mean it doesnt even have to be serious, does it?! Ive gone silly before, a few judges seemed to really like it.
Each time Mora White tried to respond to one question, shed be shut off with the next. She smiled, kissed her daughters cheek and turned to walk away. Suddenly she stopped and gasped. Amelia rolled her eyes, bracing herself for an exclamation at just how messy the room truly was. Just another part of the convention experience. But no such words came.
Samurai Fudo and the Holy Blade! Mora bent down and picked up a copy of a very old manga. I thought your father got rid of this thing years ago! She flipped through the pages, sitting on the extreme edge of her daughters bed. Oh, this was so my favorite story. And Samurai Fudo was always so handsome! Her mother blushed, and stared at the pages. It had such a unique ending too. The first of its kind, which I guess most of your comics have copied more than enough times. Mora sighed and stood up. Anyway, you really do need to get to bed, sweetie. I wont have you getting sick, and missing school.
Amelia closed the door behind her mother, and then picked up the old manga. For the next thirty minutes, she paged through it, absorbing the story and characters. It was cool, and a bit corny. But she could definitely see connections between the story lines, and things they were doing today. Samurai Fudo had definitely been a pioneer. His costume he wore was odd, and definitely not your typical Samurai armor. In fact it looked a lot like Amelia scanned her room, and then smiled.
The convention area was huge, and loaded with people dressed in millions of different costumes. There were elves, vampires, gunmen, summoners, demon hunters, armored battle suited warriors, the usual. Isaac Asimov, C.S. Lewis, Tolkien, Lucas, and all other Sci-Fi gods and goddesses would have either been proud, or horrified at the devotion of their fans.
Amelia walked through the door, catching sight of Samantha, who dressed as Princess Leia, came dashing over to her. Her eyes were wider than the sun, and her blushing face was as red as the sun of Supermans home world, Krypton. Are you drunk? Or on something? she whispered, taking hold of her friends wrist.
Amelia smiled, pulling away. Not at all, just in costume, she giggled. She twirled to show it off, taking satisfaction of certain eyes that looked at her. Certainly many thought she was mad, others no doubt, those who knew her the best, decided that she was clearly out of ideas. Dressed in three very large lamp shades, two covering her waist, one placed on her head, so it looked as if it was slowly slipping off, the young woman was in her prime. She wore her favorite blue jeans, and dark black shoes. All of her arm that was visible was those of her wrists and her fingers.
So youre supposed to be like, what? A lamp? Or a lamp monster? Samantha shook her head. Um, I really think that you would have been better off as the catgirl ghost.
Her other friends at the convention all seemed to feel the same. Their eyes filled with both humor and sympathy. One friend from Boston had commented that poor Amelia had again wasted time, and was now at the bottom of the barrel. No way shed win the contest dressed like that.
They walked through the convention center. Eight rooms, each with its own booth, connected each other to form a octagon. In the center of the area was a medium sized park, paved with cement and trees, lamp posts and flowers. After talking to their friends and purchasing books, models, DVDs and a few shirts, the girls walked toward the park. It was there that the contest was being held.
As they reached it, they caught sight of two very familiar figures. Both baneful, though one not so much to Amelia. Melisa and Rick were talking, Rick standing by the judges booth, dressed as a blue mage from a Final Fantasy game, and Melisa dressed with so little clothing, she might not have been dressed at all. Flowery designs glued delicately to her chest and thigh covered areas that didnt need to be seen to understand how they looked.
The witch turned and looked, nearly doubling over in laughter as she spied Amelia. She waltzed toward the other young woman, petals of the flowers occasionally falling. She took in the dark admiration of the men around her, and teased them, as she approached the other girls. I must say, I thought youd at least try! she cackled. She circled Amelia, tapping at the lampshades. Very original.
Isnt it though, Amelia said with a grin.
So, what are you, to be honest? She blinked her chocolate eyes and cocked her head.
I am Samurai Fudo, Amelia said, her grin wider. She looked about, as she had all day. Lost of ancient Japanese warriors here, but not one single Fudo. Cool.
I am sorry, Samurai who?! The platinum blonde laughed again, and it was all she could to do to deck the little witch. I do not think you can just apply for entry into the contest being one of your own original characters.
Im not, Amelia said.
Then why havent I heard of this Samurai Fudo before? Explain, she said, as if she was a stern teacher who decided to take a rebellious student to task.
Its from the nineteen sixties, Rick said, approaching. Richard Layman was a figure of manhood. Fit, firm, and looked as if he could go twelve rounds with the heavy weight champion of the world. His hair was pitch black, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of lime green. He pushed his wire glasses up across his nose and smiled at Amelia. So very original. I dont think Ive ever seen someone think outside the box. He eyed her and chuckled. Lampshades, interesting choice. Not one Id make, but knowing your history of procrastinating ,
Well, weve got to go to the stage, Amelia cut him off. With each of his words up to that point, shed felt her body grow lighter, and lighter. Then he had to ruin it, although playfully, with that teasing. She blushed and hurried on past them.
Melisas head turned back and forth between the man and the other woman. You honestly liked that?!
To be honest, its original as I said. I like original.
Youve always said you liked what Ive worn, she cooed, her voice turning softer. I know you like Nami Fuijiwaka. Melisa stroked his arm, and gasped as he pulled away.
True, she is hot. He eyed her and smirked, allowing her to pose for him. But then, again, hot is so much around its not all that original anymore. And besides, Im a judge this year. Cant have favoritism by seeming to date or be romantic with one of the contestants, now can I? He turned and left her to her shock.
The five judges questioned and watched the contestants very carefully. These questions were always hard, thought provoking. They wanted to see if these people honestly knew their character, if they were a true fan. It finally came down to Melisa as always, and Amelia, which had startled many people not the least which was Melisa.
The young woman stood, heart pounding as she stared into Ricks eyes, forcing herself to remember that there were other judges than just him. She gulped, and sat down.
A very unique costume, the first judge said, eyeing her. So who are you, and who are you dressed as?
Amelia White, and I am dressed as Samurai Fudo, the title character of the Holy Blade series.
And why did you choose such an interesting character? the judge asked.
I liked the characters, and the storyline very much. In many ways, the manga was very brave in the direction it when at the time it was published. Many manga nowadays would never have been published had Samurai Fudo never come out.
The judge seemed to accept the answer, and looked to the next judge. Why dress in such a fashion? I must admit I have never heard of the said manga until today. Is this what the artist had the character dress?
No, no not at all. Amelia blushed and chuckled as many in the crowd laughed as well. I have a tendency to be a put a lot of things off, do to indecision. So I couldnt find a proper costume or even make one in the time I had.
So, this is a last minute costume design? the judges eyebrows raised.
Amelia could practically fell her heart in her throat. Yes, maam. It is. She couldnt see Melisa, but from the look of Samanthas frown as she stood in the crowd, she could tell that the great platinum twit was enjoying this part.
Do you look anything like, this Samurai Judo? the woman judge asked, tapping her chin with a pen.
Yes maam, she brightened up. His armor was not true Samurai ware, as he started life out as a farmer, and created his own suite in order to avenge his family. These lamp shades arent all that different from his original design.
The female judge cleared her throat, chewing on the pen. I see.
In fact, the lampshade on my head is very similar to his hat. She knew she had spoken out of turn, but had to take the chance.
Very interesting. The woman turned and looked at an ancient man, whos broad smile was stretching with every moment.
For someone so young, it is most interesting and a breathe of fresh air to see someone interested in the such an older story. Tell me, where is your Holy Blade? As we know, Judo used it to vanquish many enemies.
Not true, sir, she shot out. He never received the blade until the end of the series, to defeat the main adversary. His weapon of choice was a mental blade which he summoned with the help of a kitsune partner. The elder judges smile grew so wide it might have sliced his face in half. That was a trick question, wasnt it? He laughed and nodded.
Then he turned to Rick. What made you change tactics?
I dont know what you mean, Amelia frowned.
You normally picked cute, silly characters, even before the catgirl ghost. Why pick someone so serious, so much darker than the characters youd been a fangirl of before?
It was something that came to me, last night. Or maybe early this morning. It was just after midnight when I really found and read and fell in love with the series.
And you really know your characters from this series? he asked, resting his chin on his hands. She nodded. Who was his wife?
She was a Swedish woman who was preaching to the Japanese during the sixteenth century, Amelia said.
Her name was ?
Helena, she said. He frowned, but she quickly blurted out, But she changed her name to Hoshi after she married him. He would always call her that in public, but he refused to refer to her by that name in private, always calling her by her true name.
Rick asked her a few more questions, impressed at her knowledge of the dark and interesting areas the story took. Finally he turned to the last judge and gave him an nod. The young man was awestruck at how thoroughly she knew her stuff, and couldnt think of a thing to ask. Rick bent over, and whispered something in his ear.
The judge cleared his throat, and straightened his back. Ms. White, there are many here who cross dress to show their love of devotion for their given favorite characters. You werent the only female dressed as a male character up on that stage. So my question to you is what sets you apart from them?
The butterflies hit her strong, and hard. She tried to come up with an answer, but it wouldnt come. Amelia stood and sat, and then repeated the action. I ., she began. Behind her she could hear the cackle of Melisa. Samanthas eyes were filled with worry. How could she have come so far, and blow it with the final question? Why had Rick done this to her again?!
Then, as she stared into his eyes, and noticed both interest and worry it hit her. Rick had been the one to come up with the question, though hed given it to the judge. And Rick had done nothing but grill her about the canon of the series to the point of it becoming inquisitional. She understood. Because, she said, her voice strong and resounding over the park. Because Samurai Fudo was the first manga to come to America to break an interesting taboo.
In the end, Samurai Fudo is revealed to actually be Helena. It turns out that Fudo was the one murdered by the warlord and his band. The Kitsune who becomes Helenas partner transforms her physically into her husbands appearance, so she could get revenge. Once the final villain was defeated, the emperor discovers what has happened, but before he can punish her, the kami of Fudos village appears, and forbids it. He allows Helena to become an immortal, and live happily with Fudo.
The crowd was speechless. Eyes blinked, heads craned to stare up at the stage. I am sorry for spoiling the story for those who would be interested in reading it themselves, but I wont give out other secret details of other story arcs. Her smile matched that of Ricks.
So you can see, Im not actually dressed as a male character at all. And thats why Im different. Rick chuckled and looked down at his papers, completely impressed. Amelia thanked the judges, the crowd and her competition, and sat down next to a scowling Melisa.
The two sat for a good few minutes, before the judges came back with their decision. The first judge stood, microphone in hand, and walked up to the stage, having the two young women stand between him. In a vote of four to one, the judges panel has decided to grant this years best of costume contest to Ms. Amelia White! The crowd roared with approval, clapping their hands, whistling, stomping their feet.
Wait, wait! This was fixed, Melisa roared, pushing the judge away. A long, witch like finger jutted out and pointed at Rick. He helped her. He gave her answers to say!
There was a bit of murmuring. How do you know that? the head judge asked, looking between the woman and the male judge.
Oh come on! You didnt see him kink his head to one side, or use hand movements as she spoke, answering his questions, and yours? She looked desperately at all of the judges. At all of yours? Come on!
He equally moved hands and blinked, craning his neck at you, Ms. Benjamin, the head judge pointed out. How can we be sure that he wasnt giving you answers?
She puffed out her chest, the flowery display nearly coming unglued from her chest. Of course he didnt. I gave all my answers of my own mind, without any help.
Thats why you stuttered most of the time, when answering your own questions, the judge growled, narrowing his eyes. You might know your show, the character youre portraying on the surface, but not entirely. You could not answer what her whole name was, or her family background. You didnt know why she acted the way she did need I go on?
But I , Melisa stuttered.
Thought that showing a lot of flesh would earn you your latest win. But I guess this time, it wont will it? There were a few boos at the judge from the crowd, but mainly they were drowned out by the cheers of those who had grown tired of being harassed by the vixen.
That still does not prove that he didnt help her, she barked, her face flush dark red. The last judge couldnt think of a single thing to ask. If Rick hadnt told him what to say ,
Then one of the others would have, Rick piped in from the judges booth. I wanted to see if she absolutely knew her stuff. And she did, obviously.
She could have just looked it up on Wikipedia, Melisa cried.
Even that would count for decent research, Rick countered. But I know she didnt, he continued, turning his laptop over so that those on stage could see. Then he pressed a few buttons, and lit up the screen on the stage, so those in the crowd could clearly see the web page. Its not listed on the site.
Melisas body shook, like a tree being ripped by its roots by a tornado. Then how did you know about it?! she bellowed.
Because my parents and their family liked it, Rick said. I grew up with it. Never thought about dressing up like any of the characters though. Ill say it again, very original!
People, come to your senses! Shes wearing lamp shades! She screamed so hard that she coughed afterwards for a moment.
Even more original, the elder judge said with a chuckle. Im sorry my dear, but you did not win this time.
Melisa looked as if shed need an exorcist. Her head spun in a dozen directions, looking for anyone who might join in her argument. Instead she received faces of scorn, or other kinds of interest. Oh, whatever! she barked. This whole thing is stupid. I dont need any of this crap! Or this godforsaken town! The platinum vixen stormed off the stage, thrusting her way through the crowd, her cronies right besides her, covering her from leering eyes.
It was late in the evening of that same day when the phone rang in her room. Amelia rushed over to pick it up, and felt her heart tug at her chest when he spoke. Quite the performance today.
She smiled. Thank you, she giggled. Her eyes turned up toward the large trophy and the bookshelf loaded with many different manga that shed won. It was all she had hoped for, and yet this call trumped it all.
You think well ever see poor Melisa again? he laughed, the clank of dishes in the background giving off that he was doing his job of washing dishes.
Does it matter? she asked, narrowing her eyes playfully.
I suppose not, but I do want to apologize for that time, a few years back. We never really talked after it. There was a pause. Listen, I was young, and stupid ,
Well, youre still young, I wonder about the stupid part sometimes, she teased.
Not everyone can be a local college cutie like you, Amelia.. But hey, I run a close second, right? They both laughed. Anyway, Id like to make it up to you, by taking you out someplace. Say seven-thirty tomorrow night, some good Italian food?
Her heart now felt as if it was going to explode. Make it eight-thirty, and Chinese food, and you might have a deal! That is, if this isnt about being on the arm of the latest Anime Convention costume winners arm kind of thing!
Thats the stupid part of me thats over and done with, he laughed. Im more into original things now, not the latest fad or fashion. He laughed harder. See, Im growing more brain cells just talking to you! Keep me around and I might prove evolution is possible for people!
Eight-thirty, Chinese food, tomorrow, Mr. Caveman. And any funny business and Ill have to use the Holy Blade to kick your butt! Her smile grew, and she blushed so hard she couldnt stand it.
Eight-thirty, tomorrow night at a Chinese restaurant of your choice it is, my dear Lamp Shade Samurai!
They talked for a few minutes more, and then hung up. Amelia waltzed over to her bed and plopped on it, smiling as bit as Helena had at the end of the story. And all because of a little procrastination.
As I sit and think of things that were
The past that haunts me as the daylight fades,
Voices and visions cloud my mind, unearthly shades;
And I turn my mind back to her.
Caroline, a beauty so fine and so pure
A bonny sweet lass, laying in the sweet grass of the glades,
Smiling at me, a girl whose light could not be dampened by other maids;
And I think of my girl along the lane, and Ive never been more sure.
Sure that to her I would remain
True as the oceans bearing the fishermen upon the waves,
Homeward bound will I ever be bound.
To my Carolines heart I do so claim
The loyal knight to the queen I race back, ignoring the jest of knaves,
I am hers, her loyal soul, her mate, her heart, her faithful hound.
Okay, okay not the best poem I know, but Im trying! Anyway this is the first Ive attempted at an Italian sonnet. It could have been worse you know.
I suppose this could be interrpereted two different ways. One as a wayward lover, who was for one reason or the other separated from his love. Or, perhaps it really is a hound, who strayed to far, and decided to return to his mistress.
|first italian poem|
Kingdom Name: Anear
Ruled By: A king (not yet named)
Prominent Places: Barnflour Forest, Wheelyew Cave, Alea'al Forest, Deeplip Ruins, Versehalf Gulch, Adaellanus Town
National Anthem: The Imperial Hymn
Your splendour from its shell
When dark clouds enshroud the hills
And gray mist the valley fills,
Anear, our homeland,
Our enemies will vanish like dew in the sun,
Proud and famous,
Land of ancestors,
You shall live in our hearts,
And this is that beautiful land,
The Anearish land, my home,
The Anearish land, my home.
The Forests of Anear are singing
New songs, new papers
Anear is liberated
Lives in liberty!
A Few Laws: The penalty for a noble offending a warrior is a few months' imprisonment.
The penalty for smuggling armor is a brief term of servitude.
The penalty for maiming an animal is a long imprisonment.
Recent Events: In a northeastern town a large number of foreigners from the same region have been passing through and there has been a string of kidnappings. Not far away, there has been a dangerous natural disaster. A powerful entertainer may be involved.
In the eastern plains a new religious leader has emerged and there have been many deadly storms.
In a southwestern forest there have been several major earthquakes.
Villages have been attacked by raiding parties in a northern town. In a nearby region, a large number of foreigners from the same region have been passing through. A popular courtesan may be involved.
Near a northwestern province there has been a string of kidnappings and there are rumors of a conspiracy.
Near the southeastern township a traveling actor has gone missing and a new religion is growing in power.
Notable Individuals: Seak, the young diplomat who has been asking all the wrong questions. Rumors say that he has some problems with young scions. He can usually be found at one of several homes.
Isy'acor, the unhappily married, well-connected guild leader who is on everyone's guest list. He has more allies than enemies. He can usually be found downtown. He is solidly-built with tanned skin and dirty blond hair. The avaricious guild leader Trollacan is his ally.
Craivoe, the young, passionate noble who is an open heretic. He has many enemies. The scheming artist Fa'or is his ally. The dashing entertainer Jear is his friend.
Army: Anear's army is famed for its lone-wolf champions and the use of light crossbows. They are also known for using reformed pirates. They are famous for their pride and for refusing to ever surrender. Each faction contains 7 units made up of 15 companies of 310 soldiers. This equals to a standing army of 32,550 men. They have a highly informal chain of command, with ranks based on merit. At the moment, they are celebrating a hard-won victory.
Current Fashion: This style favors minimalistic, form-fitting dark violet garments. Tops are typically long sleeved with conservative necklines. Gloves and gorgets are popular accessories. Plaid patterns and collars and buttons are staples of the style. Dark blue-violet, golden-brown, and pale blue are also common colors. Men and women wear very different clothing.
Kingdom Name: Old Dai'
Ruled By: A high priestess (not yet named)
Prominent Places: Lancegull Sea, Goalel Island, Pastmaid Wetlands, Dail Fen, Flae'oco Strait
National Anthem: Hymn of the Goddess
(In the language of the Old Empire)
Cuhsssur a Oss Di'auh', i'asuhru!Tu surairsuhrph ssil a suusan Ir ui'ass i'as su uhsrs suhphs a si'azr, Cuhsssur a Oss Di'auh', i'asuhru! Ssi'ars iz i'ars u sairsus. Nas i'a nuhrusi'asu suhu Wu sa ras zi'ars. Lus uhs u zsuhssur zuhs su saas a ni'assilsr Ars u sui'as sa isisu phurusi'asuharr. Ois thail, ais suhu Ta ilai, sau i'ars su phsui'asurs aras. Oss Di'auh' – ais ri'assus anusi'ars, Oss Di'auh' – ais usaus sairssil. Larph ilui'asr, sisuhrph zuhs Pauir uhr su ssaisr Si'az si'ashur su zui'ass a su Sais, Tasi'ail i'a phsi'ars usa i'azzui'asr Ri'auhruhrph iz i'aphi'auhr us phsasil i'ars uhssiu... Fsan su raisusr rui'ar sa su zasi'as si'arsr Szsui'as i'asu ais asursr i'ars uhussr. Luhussil, Luhussil, Duhi'a’uru! Tuhr ssil ri'aus su i'asussi'ars Wuhs us si'au zi'assuhasr, uhr uhussu i'asssur Wuhs risuhnu ursiruhi'arn uhss´s.
(In the New Language)
Children of Old Dai', arise!
The resounding cry of freedom
Is heard at the first light of dawn,
Nor a miserable life
Let it be written with the blood of martyrs
Our joy, our life
Old Dai' – our sacred homeland,
Long years, during which Phoebus in the clouds
Saw darken the pearl of the South,
Today a grand hero appears
From the southern seas to the polar lands
Liberty, Liberty, Dia’ese!
This cry saved the Holy Land
Which her brave warriors, in fierce battles
With sublime enthusiasm fill´d.
A Few Laws: The penalty for plotting against an official is public humiliation.
The penalty for a guild leader plotting destruction state property is the stocks.
The penalty for a landless person plotting against a sorcerer is a life imprisonment.
Recent Events: There is a surplus of jewelry in the central prefecture. Nearby, there was just a minor earthquake. A traveling actor may be involved.
There is a surplus of jewelry in a southeastern mountains and there are rumors of a rebellion. Not far away, the price of kegs of mead has risen sharply. A prominent druid may be involved.
A wyvern has been plaguing a village in the southwestern region and at least one tarrasque has been spotted.
In a southern district there have been reports of miracles and a new religion is growing in power. Not far away, caravans have been attacked by raiding parties.
Notable Individuals: Boulan, the alchoholic, shadowy artist who has recently suffered a series of setbacks. Rumors say that she has plans involving mercenaries. She can usually be found wandering around. She is very short with dirty blond hair and dimples.
Co'imus, the shadowy, recently wealthy mage who has a dangerous vendetta. Rumors say that he wants to help politicians. He is squat with fiery red hair and dark green eyes. The merchant Thax is his ex-lover.
Cyk, the seductive, naive courtesan who recently had a change of heart. She has been quickly gaining enemies. Rumors say that she has threatened the guard captain. She can usually be found near the outskirts of the city. She is broad-shouldered with tanned skin and a small scar.
Scedli, the talented, idealistic politician who is never short on opinions. He seems to have many allies. Rumors say that he is easily irritated by certain clerics. He can usually be found near the barracks. He is tall with bronzed skin and laugh lines. The cynical entertainer Thol is his opponent.
Army: Dai''s army is known for its superior air support and the use of scythes. They have a strict chain of command, with ranks based on merit. At present, they are celebrating a string of recent victories. The army is divided into 12 legions. Each legion contains 25 battalions of 80 soldiers. A standing army of 24,000 soldiers.
Current Fashion: This style features sophisticated, billowing dark red-violet garments. Tops are typically cropped with standard necklines. Breeches and sandals are also customary. Rings and necklaces are popular accessories. Cotton and pockets and floral patterns are staples of the style. Red-orange, dark grey, and pale orange are also common colors. Different castes wear very different clothing.
Kingdom Name: Thochal
Ruled By: A queen and parliament (queen, not yet named)
Prominent Places: Maidbag Plain, Raremug Gorge, Keannel Wilderness, Roofmask Crossings, Reapfoot Isle, Clockcane Falls, Milkhop Coast, Wightgrowl Wood, Aelochra County
National Anthem: Storm of Light
We loyal our sons and daughters all
Do hereby make it known
These fields and hills beyond recall
Isle of beauty, isle of splendour,
Isle to all so sweet and fair,
All must surely gaze in wonder
May we ever seek to praise Thee
May it fly high
More than the condor and the royal eagle
And in its wings, may it raise up to the sky
Under the unsullied blue of your sky,
Eternal Father bless our land
Guard us with Thy mighty hand
Keep us free from evil powers
Be our light through countless hours.
A Few Laws: The penalty for a foreigner striking a rare animal is death.
The penalty for trespassing is death.
Recent Events: Near a eastern barony someone has been targeting wood merchants and there have been reports of hauntings.
There have been severe droughts for the past several years in a southeastern city and a touring theatre production is featuring a captive roc.
Rumors say a prominent local advocate is being blackmailed in the western prefecture. An influential soldier may be involved.
In a northeastern village someone has been buying up large quantities of silk and a group of heroes was defeated by a vampire.
In the central castle a new political leader has emerged and there have been several deadly earthquakes.
Notable Individuals: Talan, the young courtier who has been asking all the wrong questions. She seems to have many allies. Rumors say that she holds a grudge against certain guild leaders. She can usually be found at all the biggest social events. She is pudgy with a jagged scar and ashen skin. The slothful noble Alall is her confidant. The military official Ina'elus is her lover.
Cread, the kind, proud adventurer who may have dabbled in forbidden magic. He has more enemies than allies. Rumors say that he has some problems with courtiers. He can usually be found near the market. The secretive noble Orothoal is his ally. The wealthy diplomat Zad is his adversary.
Army: Thochal's army is known for its powerful clerics and the use of battleaxes. They have been known to use weather mages and heavy cavalry. They are famous for the antics of some of their commanders and for refusing to ever surrender. Each regiment contains 7 divisions made up of 25 battalions of 440 soldiers. This is a standing army of 77,000 soldiers. At present, they are burying their fallen.
Current Fashion: This fashion favors minimalistic, form-fitting deep brown and tan and grey-green garments. Tops are typically cropped with very low necklines. Shorts and boots are also customary. Piercings and sashes are popular accessories. Embroidery and buttons are staples of the style. Violet, blue-black, and pale blue are also common colors. Upper and lower classes wear very different clothing.
Kingdom Name: Cakl
Ruled By: A philosopher-queen: Tiyeri Avalyon
Prominent Places: Nokl Dunes, Treatr Gulch, Theaxan Road, Stacksalt Gorge, Fastshort Desert, Bossgod Castle, Pigox Road, Anita Mire, Jins Gulf
National Anthem: Sea of Creation
All the youthful women,
Are your armed armies
Beauteous in grace and love,
Laden with grain and luscious fruit,
Come, let us unite
In a new spirit
Together we proclaim
I am ready to give life for native hearth
We will Work and sincere, Work and sincere,
As long as we live, we will be sincere.
Let it howl, do not be afraid! And think: how can this fiery faith ever be killed,
With my determination, my fire and the volcano of my vendetta
With the longing in my blood for my land and my home
I have climbed the mountains and fought the wars
A Few Laws: The penalty for destroying scrolls is a long imprisonment.
The penalty for a council person illegaly trafficking herbs is a loss of social status.
The penalty for a military officer striking a noblewoman is a considerable term of servitude.
Recent Events: Near a eastern district there are rumors of a sprite loose and there have been reports of miracles. Meanwhile, there has recently been a minor change in the weather.
Near the northeastern district a well-known incense merchant has gone out of business and a prominent rogue has been stirring up discontent. A prominent physician may be involved.
At least one hydra has been spotted near a northeastern wilderness and an influential socialite just married a local heir. Meanwhile, an important sorcerer recently returned from a long journey.
Near the northwestern prefecture a new religion is growing in power and there are rumors of a rebellion. At the same time, caravans have been attacked by raiding parties. A powerful lesser noble may be involved.
Near the southeastern desert there have been reports of miracles and there have been several dangerous earthquakes.
Notable Individuals: Idarix, the sardonic, cruel scion who previously escaped punishment for several alleged crimes. He has more enemies than allies. Rumors say that he fears lesser nobles. He is squat with jet black hair and a small tattoo. The obnoxious adventurer Elilani is his kin.
Kouroc, the young, strikingly attractive artist who previously escaped punishment for several alleged crimes. He has more to fear from allies than enemies. Rumors say that he has an unhealthy fixation with guild leaders. He can usually be found in the affluent part of town. He is tall with soft brown eyes and bronzed skin. The arrogant wizard Aduyr is his kin.
Mazy, the secretive courtesan who can often be found in bad company. Rumors say that he has some interesting relationships with warriors. He can usually be found at one of several homes. He is very short with dark hazel eyes and golden hair. The gaudy foreigner Araeylello is his ally.
Army: Cakl's army specializes in powerful mages and the use of light crossbows. They often make use of foreigners. They are famous for their strict code of ethics and for their harsh discipline. They have a very loose chain of command, with ranks based on seniority. At present, they are returning home. There are 12 divisions in the army, each division contains 20 companies of 420 soldiers. A standing army of 100,800 soldiers.
Current Fashion: This style features minimalistic, snug dark blue-violet and golden-brown garments. Tops are typically cropped with standard necklines. Shorts and tights are also customary. Headscarves and are popular accessories. Grey-blue, pale violet, and blue-violet are also common colors.
Kingdom Name: Enephraom
Ruled By: A queen (not yet named)
Prominent Places: Dro' Gulch, Guestcreek Shire, Witchhalf Peak, Missstag Mere, Alou'i Peak
National Anthem: Combined Concord
For Enephraom, ever Enephraom, let our voices ring with pride
For Enephraom, ever Enephraom, her name hail far and wide,
A land of freedom, hope and glory, to endure what ever befall
May the goddess bless Enephraom
We vanquish tyranny, we cry:
Look at those stars that are waving on it:
No valley, no hill,
No water, shore more dear
Than this western homeland,
All exclaim in unison,
Enough of this slavery!
Educating your people is the golden key
To maintain the success of this Territory!
A Few Laws: The penalty for an apprentice comitting blasphemy is the loss of privileges.
The penalty for engaging in piracy is the loss of a limb.
The penalty for a military officer slandering a landless person is a considerable term of servitude.
Recent Events: Near a western town a prominent royal has just been assassinated and there are rumors of war. Nearby, the price of cheese has fallen sharply. A local bandit may be involved.
In the northern township a local thief has gone missing and a musical instruments merchant has been stirring up trouble. Not far away, a group of heroes was defeated by a nymph.
Someone has been targeting iron merchants in the western province and a new political leader has emerged. In a nearby region, there is a surplus of spice.
There has recently been a moderate change in the weather near the northern desert and there have been reports of hauntings. A dangerous warlord may be involved.
In the southwestern town there have been reports of miracles and there are rumors of a conspiracy.
Notable Individuals: Aroandrax, the secretive, passionate magistrate who moonlights as something entirely different. He has few open enemies. Rumors say that he strongly dislikes certain wizards. He can usually be found at the market. He is solidly-built with ruddy skin and platinum blond hair.
Ida', the swaggering, spendthrift trader who recently had a sudden change in alliance. He has been quickly gaining enemies. Rumors say that he is enraged by courtiers.
Foavor, the supposedly philanthropic guard captain who is associated with several questionable events. She seems to have many allies. She can usually be found traveling around the area. She is lanky with a shifty expression and ebony skin.
Vouvaxro, the dashing, very wealthy foreigner who recently had a sudden change in alliance. He has more allies than enemies. Rumors say that he has been having trouble with diplomats. He can usually be found traveling around the area. He is tall with yellow eyes and tanned skin. The well-connected adventurer Ilaekla is his lover.
Army: Enephraom's army specializes in guerilla tactics and the use of clubs. They are, to a lesser extent, known for using ogres and seers. They are famous for enslaving conquered opponents and for fighting while intoxicated. The army is divided in 15 units. Each unit contains 7 battalions of 120 soldiers. This is a standing army of 12,600. At the moment, they are performing purely ceremonial duties.
Current Fashion: This style favors elegant, fitted dark violet garments. Tops are typically long sleeved with very high necklines. Wool and satin and stripes are staples of the style. Grey-brown, bright scarlet, and violet are also common colors. Different castes wear very different clothing.
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