And just because I can...

...here's a sketch of my newly-minted WoW priest. These guys never fare well with me; I quite literally have half a dozen priests abandoned from levels 8 to 48. It is my fervent hope that the fact that this one has goggles will endear him to me enough to at least break 50.


And a considerably messier sketch of my perpetually down-and-out rogue for good measure.

And lastly, I wonder who this could be...


(On unrelated notes--I have a spider guarding my windowsill against six-legged invaders free of charge, and this is utter earcandy.)

Souvenirs

I'll be a happy berk when pointed apathy goes out of style... but I have the uncomfortable feeling that at the rate we're going, the world will go up in flames before that happens. Humanity is far too much in love with its ugliest side lately--or perhaps it always has been, and it's just taken me this long to see it. Perhaps the light's finally been kicked out of me for the time being.

So, two souvenirs from my attempts at soothing the disgruntled Chala. See if you can guess which one frustrated the living hell out of me as I was working on it and which one fell off the pen.

I don't want to go on the cart!

I'm not dead. Really truly. I'm just a WoW zombie at the moment.

There is something else in the works on the art front, though. All I'm saying is this:

Mummies.

My Muse is a Jackass

Case in point:


Mebrit fumbled with the keys to his apartment, nearly
dropping them when he went to put them back in his
pocket. Upon opening the door and stepping inside, he was
almost entirely certain that he was hallucinating.

"Miss Kos," he called out weakly as he nudged Tiramisu
aside and shut the door behind Endrin, "why is there a dead
woman in the hallway?"

"Well, I was going to leave her in the living room, but she
clashed with the upholstery."

Time to start over...

Just to keep me from becoming cocky, NetHack decided (after I rolled up Mebby again because the thought of a patron god of afternoon tea-breaks amused me) that when I strolled down a set of stairs as a first level wizard, I should not only be displaced onto a neighboring spot and thus be unable to escape, but I should also be faced with the ghost of one of Miss Nori's previous incarnations, and an angry gnome packing a wand of sleep. Who then proceeded to zap and beat me about the head and shoulders until the wee tombstone graphic popped up.

(So if one was wondering why it took me seventeen years to beat this game...)

Sweet, Sweet Victory

So, after seventeen years of trying, I finally ascended a character in NetHack. A bloody rogue, of all things. She quite literally strolled through the Astral plane backhanding angels out of the way with a dead cockatrice.

Feeling rather flagrant and slightly incomplete at the high altar, I went looking through my belongings and used up one of my leftover wishes...


...because there would blood if Miss Nori didn't swagger off to demigoddess-hood with a pint in hand.

Tea and Sorcery

That was my NaNoWriMo project for 2008. Did I--after four years of giving up and burning out--finally drag my ass across the 50k finish line? Yes. Was the story done? Fuck, no.

As of last night, I finally decided to tie off the only truly offending loose thread in appropriately bittersweet fashion, though I'm still fiddling with how to go about it. None of this sequel-baiting dreck. Closure. The story will surely end up being more grisly (and what else could I ask of four vindictive dark elves?), but oddly enough should give the character in question something closer to a happily-ever-after.

Why am I babbling about this? Because I'm actually fairly happy with the prologue as it stands, and have released it to the wild to nibble on low-hanging branches.