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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The LearchI distinctly remember meeting the Learch but I am confident it was a fluke. The Learch was not exactly pleased when I suddenly popped into his trip. Time travelers often become annoyed when meeting other travelers without warning.
I quickly apologized and explained that I had booked this stop several days ago and no other travelers were listed.
It's not as if there was any excessive time distortion with both of us showing up at the same time but he apparently felt that I had invaded his personal space.
I showed him the badge I wore that indicated I had been cleared to visit this location and his scowl became deeper. I noticed he did not show me his badge in return.
When I asked him about it he turned and began to walk away without responding.
vivian posted on 2018-04-15 at 21:22 Central Time.
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Well just be that way, I thought. I mean I wasn't going to follow him. He was the one who got all in a huff and stormed off.
Instead of being offended I should have been worried. Now thinking about it, looking back, I think he was lost. And let me tell you, being lost in time makes being lost in the forest seem like a picnic. At least when you finally walk out of the forest you are on the same planet. And usually with no more than a week passed.
Being lost in time makes you doubt everything. And once you're really lost you're never sure that you're back. I almost got lost once but I freaked bad and quickly backtracked my last three hops and found myself well established in my trip again.
Time travel ain't for sissies. Sometimes it takes more than a compass to get your bearings. Four dimensions, "Hah!", XYZT. Now there's a naive view.
hairylarry 2018-04-17 at 01:05 Central Time.
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Yet I did wonder, where had he gone?
So, I did follow him, despite my reservations. Call it curiosity, which has been quite helpful for my last few travel visits. The Learch had rounded the hallways, through some doors, and then his path led me into a tunnel whose rainbow lights were amusing and distracting.
He always seemed just a few steps beyond me. Always.
"Wait," I shouted a few times, and he slowed but never stopped, as if he were luring me forward.
I tried to remember what I knew about Learches. Something about seekers with no compasses, and timelines without time. Physical embodiments of Chaos Theory came to mind, yet I could have been confusing it with someone else.
"Wait," I shouted again.
Too late. The Learch was gone. I was lost, and the humming of the tunnel lights now began to get louder.
Dogtrax 2018-04-17 at 16:41 Central Time.
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Ok, I thought, just walk backwards slowly. Keeping my eye on where I was about to go and then on where I had just been. The humming got louder. When I passed a fork in the tunnel I eased back forward and I turned to look.
Which way had I come from? Which fork should I take? I placed myself right at the nexus and tried each angle. This is how I would be facing if I came from that passage. And this is how I would be facing if I came from the other passage.
The second one looked more familiar to me. I must have come from the second one. I think. But I couldn't be sure. I went with my gut and continued, on eyes peeled for other forks. Maybe I was right. Maybe I was lost. But at least I was just lost, not Lost In Time.
The humming continued to get louder.
hairylarry 2018-04-18 at 14:01 Central Time.
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As I neared the next corridor intersection I noticed a peculiar mark on the wall. I was positive it hadn't been there when I was following the Learch earlier. Well mostly positive. Since I had been concentrating on keeping up and not inspecting the walls I couldn't be a hundred percent sure that it had not been there.
I paused to examine the mark. It was a circle with what appeared to be portal entrances and exits marked on the circumference all connected by lines that crossed each other in the center of the circle.
Puzzled I slowly began to turn around in the passage to see if this was some sort of map to the passage I was in but saw nothing that looked even remotely like the drawing.
What was its significance? Surely it had some importance, some function. I opened my backpack to see if I had something I could use to copy the drawing and study it again when I found my way out.
vivian 2018-04-20 at 22:36 Central Time.
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I pulled out my notebook and made a quick sketch. There was something funny about the circle. It was almost symmetrical but not quite. I stared at the wall and then I looked back at my sketch. I traced the diagram on the wall with my finger.
Is it a map? Or is it a portal? I slowly traced the entire circumference. If it's a map am I here? I poked the center where the lines intersected. As the wall disappeared in front of me I thought, nope, it's a portal.
I was looking down a street. The sun was shining in the sky. There were a few kids playing hoops. Looking past them I saw the Learch entering a store. I didn't even think. I just stepped through the portal and followed him.
I hurried past the kids and approached the store. It looked like a bakery or cake shop. There he was, the Learch, standing in line, holding a loaf of bread. I took a deep breath and walked though the door. I walked right up to the Learch.
"Are we about to have lunch?", I asked. "Are we going to get some wine?"
hairylarry 2018-05-13 at 00:12 Central Time.
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The look of alarm on his face warned me that he was not receptive to my attempt to engage him in conversation. I quickly smiled and said "Don't worry. I'm not a member of the tesser patrol."
He grunted and stepped up to the counter to pay for his bread. The scanner beeped and displayed symbols I did't recognize. He reached into a pocket in his suit and withdrew a round thick token which he slid into the slot below the display.
An alarm immediately began going off and the Learch grabbed his bread and ran toward the exit. The scanner was spitting out tokens like a rapid fire machine gun and customers were grabbing them as fast as they could.
I knew it wouldn't be long before security officers responded to the scanners malfunction. I was patting my badge to make sure it was there as they charged in. One walked over to me. He glanced at the badge. "Seems legit." he said. "Got any ID to prove who you are? I showed him my tessering license.
He nodded and walked away. vivian 2018-06-26 at 16:54 Central Time.
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"The Learch" started by vivian.
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