posted on 2024-05-14Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a fantasy writer so absorbed in world building and magic systems that he forgot to notice all the real magic all around.
Like grapes.
I mean talk about something magical. Bite sized and delicious.
And how about onions. Not only do they make soup taste better they are self dicing. I mean chop, slice, slice, slice and the onion is diced and ready to add to the soup.
I don't even want to start on bananas. hairylarry posted on 2024-05-14 at 23:53 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2021-07-27Caper's Song Book
https://gamerplus.org/blogs/post/798
A bard's songbook is like a magician's spell book in that it contains words of power, songs for wind, songs for rain, songs to make the fire burn hotter and warm the room, songs of companionship to warm the heart.
https://gamerplus.org/blogs/post/797
Ari and Caper worked on Caper's Song Book last night on Inspired Unreality.
First we worked on a list of songs.
Song to make people dance
Song to make people alert
Song to make people like me AKA the opening numbers
Song of reflection
Song of hope
We will use this thread to wok on Caper's Song Book.
hairylarry posted on 2021-07-27 at 22:00 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-10-06The Case Of The Harvest Festival
... continued Mathius said, "And how did my maps get here? I know Marantha didn't take them."
Just then the adventurers walked through the door looking a little bit tired of being regaled.
Everyone looked up and a hush fell over the room. Once again the witch put her finger beside her nose. "Maybe our heroes can help us solve this mystery." hairylarry posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:41 Central Time. Read the story so far
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The Case Of The Harvest Festival
... continued The sheriff shook his head and the confused look on his face told the others he was as perplexed as they were.
"This is the craziest thing I've ever investigated," Slykver said.
The witch raised her eyebrows and glancing around the group admitted rather reluctantly that she too was confounded.
"I can't say that I see anything particularly telling in this hodgepodge, but I feel that there must be something that connects the items or maybe there is more than one thief and each chose something that was conveniently available."
"But who would think a cat's milk dish was worth taking," Mavis interjected. "What's even less understandable they took my corsets.
When the shouts of laughter died Mavis glowered and informed the group that it wasn't a laughing matter.
vivian posted on 2019-10-06 at 17:33 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-10-05The Case Of The Harvest Festival
... continued Milathia was visiting her sister, Marantha, at the Apothecary Shop. While they chatted the witch was looking over Marantha's small collection of magic items.
Mavis Goodbody barged in mumbling to herself. "Stuff missing here, stuff missing there, a ring, a knife, someone even took my cats milk dish. Makes no sense."
"What's that," said Marantha, "Someone took your cat's milk dish?"
"And that's not all." said Mavis.
But before she could finish Sheriff Slykver and Mathius came in arguing about the maps. "They were just hand drawn maps in a tube." said Mathius, "Nothing special about them."
"There she is," he said and walked over to Milathia. "Tell the Sheriff about my maps."
Before she could speak the witch piped in. "Do you mean these maps? I was wondering what they were doing in the magic items. Ain't nothing magical about them."
"My maps!", said Mathius. "Now how did they get there?"
"Maps, a ring, a knife, and a milk dish." said the witch laying her finger beside her nose.
hairylarry posted on 2019-10-05 at 13:52 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-26Moon Pies Delight the Eyes
When I was a child Moon Pies were a treat that couldn't be beat. I could even make my own if I wanted to. All I needed was some graham crackers, a couple of marshmallows and a chocolate bar and I was in business.
In those days a bonfire, a long stick and a package of hot dogs often preceded the gooey goodness of the Moon Pie. By the end of the meal we were usually covered in ketchup and marshmallow-chocolate goo.
Mothers would shake their heads and bemoan the effort it was going to take to get us cleaned up and dads just grinned and remember when it was them.
Life seemed simple then, of course I was probably 10. Now it seems the hot dog comes in a cardboard tray and you eat it on your way to the next stop and hope the dog does not make a mess on your new dress.Moon pies are round, wrapped in plastic and come from the store. Makes me miss those days before everything was labeled and bought at the store. vivian posted on 2019-09-26 at 13:36 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-15Crabby Apples Make Angry Pies
... continued That's the truth, but I'm sure there are worse things to step in or on. For instance the rather prickly cactus can help you create a rather interesting new dance step but you will take little pleasure in the accomplishment.
vivian posted on 2019-09-15 at 12:57 Central Time. Read the story so far
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posted on 2019-09-06Mostly Kind Of Like That
... continued
The hat on my head keeps me dry but his doesn't even try. It's a sad thing that his hat has lost it's T and it's mostly just a ha! If you can't keep your Ts then it's best to wear a cap. So now you see that this is even better than that.
vivian posted on 2019-09-06 at 16:10 Central Time. Read the story so far
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ConstantinopleI always wanted to go to Constantinople. I didn't really know anything about it. It just sounded attractive, the name, Constantinople. So when the opportunity came to go I jumped right on it.
I've been here about two weeks now. It's a lot like any other city. Beautiful in places, tawdry in others. It's hard for me to make friends since I don't know the language. In fact I don't even know what the language is. Constantinoplise, I guess.
The Constantinopleolicans know the language. They're chattering at each other all the time. And they're all so busy quickly going here and there doing stuff.
I guess they're not on vacation. I am. And I don't really have anything to do.
I'm trying to think of a city that sounds more attractive then Constantinople. Not Chicago. Certainly not Gary, Indiana. Maybe Istanbul. That sounds interesting. But only three syllables. Not even close to five.
hairylarry posted on 2018-04-13 at 21:55 Central Time.
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I shudder to think of my old life back in New Amsterdam. The tedium, the in-out of sleep-breakfast-shower-subway-work-subway-potroast-tv-sleep. It was suffocating.
Here in Constantinople the air is clearer. The people here seem happier, at least they say their word for "happy" (the only word I've managed to pick up so far) a lot. They are at least concerned with happiness. Not like back home.
It seemed like it rained all the time back there. My apartment was dank, dark, all wood. Here, there's a lot of stone construction, which I prefer. It's much harder to get a splinter.
This morning I went to the market to find something for breakfast. In one stone stall I found a basket of apples and asked the woman how much for them. She said something but I didn't know what it was, except she did say "happy." Maybe that I'd be "happy" if I ate them? I agreed and asked again how much. She kept talking so eventually I pushed a bill that had "1000" on it into her hand and took three.
acdw 2018-04-13 at 23:31 Central Time.
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I don't know if it was 1000 dinars or 1000 ducats but I could tell by the smile on her face that it made her happy. And the apples were very good and they made my stomach happy. I didn't even care if I overpaid as long as I was spreading happiness and getting a little bit for myself too.
It turns out Constantinople isn't so bad. I was thinking about Leningrad but it's probably way too cold there. After the New Amsterdam winters I sure didn't want to try anywhere colder.
So at least for now I'm staying in Constantinople. I wander around grinning at people. When they nod at me like they think I'm an idiot I say "Happy. Happy" in Constantinoplise. That always makes them smile and chatter back and I can almost always hear the word happy in there somewhere.
I'm beginning to think maybe the word I think means happy really means idiot. Or maybe it means gringo. Who knows? Maybe I can find someone who speaks Americanese.
hairylarry 2018-04-14 at 14:15 Central Time.
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I'm finally beginning to learn the language. Their word for dollar is ducks. Or dux. I haven't learned how to spell anything yet. You can get a meal for about 90 ducks. So now I know why that lady was so happy.
And their word for happy is lowpie. And their word for idiot is lopi. except it's not really a long i or a long e, I guess lopi` or maybe with an umlaut. I don't really know German either.
Anyway they sound almost alike and when I say them with my Americanese accent nobody really knows which I'm saying.
Which is why when I pointed at myself saying happy, happy everybody nodded and grinned. I was making a bad pun and calling myself an idiot at the same time.
That's ok. I can take it. It's better than being cold. And at least I'm not paying 1000 ducks for a apples anymore. Which is good because I'm running low on ducks. hairylarry 2018-05-23 at 07:21 Central Time.
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