What a stroke of luck! I was around when the original entry was in progress, and now, months (if not years) later, here I am again when the accompanying picture gets its debut!
A beautiful rendition, Judy. Just as I had imagined it to be (although I did expect to see a few "sparkles, but then I know how difficult it is to represent them).
In my opinion, it is sufficiently different from the original to cause no eyebrows to be raised. Besides, how many different ways can you draw a lobster?
One teensy-weensy little point to ponder.......Don't lobsters, as a rule, live on the seabed? I mean, I imagine they're capable of some sort of open water propulsion, but they're not noted for their streamlined, aquadynamic profile.
Unless this one's just been chucked back in from a fishing boat.
Yes, a fine beginning indeed, Yidrassil! I see no reason yet to nag you about taking liberties with my beloved Ashz-oc. Which is a pity, harumph!
I'll return soon with some comments/pointers/orcen advice. I just need to get my head into Santh mode first. (It's been a while, y'know. Give a guy a break, sheesh!)
There's always Ludd da Sprynng, Judy. Remember him? The inept Dwarven inventor of the windmill powered pyrate ship, the Multi-plough, RatNav and numerous other almost-successful contraptions.
Erm.......on the subjec' of Wargs...Y'don' 'appen t'ave seen one lurkin' about lately, d'yer? I...ermmm....seem t'ave...'misplaced' mine. *sheepish smile, teeth full of chewed spice cakes*
Damn! I was really enjoying that as well! I did have a couple of re-reads of the xerox bit though, in honesty. I always thought that Xerox was a Greek god. Probably of broken machinery or dirty fingers or some such.
Hi Val. If you haven't already seen it, I think watching this episode of Mythbusters may provide you with some useful ideas. They recreate Archimedes' Death Ray in full scale, using the same materials, and try to set fire to a ship in harbour. Then they build it using modern materials and compare results.
Enter Tharoc, stage left. He stands amidst the wreckage of yet another door, cookie crumbs adorning his lips and chin.
"Eyup you lot, 'ows it goin'?" He makes to sit down in one of Arti's expensive antique chairs which is quickly spirited away by unseen hands ere it becomes kindling. The orc doesn't notice, much less care, that he now sits on the cold floor (which, as his mother always told him, will play havoc with his saddle rash). Looking around the room at the sea of open mouths, staring eyes and pointing fingers, he says, "Wot? Y'look like yer've seen a spirit. Stop flappin' yer gobs an' do summat useful. Strewf, wot's a bloke t'do t'gerra plate o' cookies round 'ere?"
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Hail, fellow Santharians, and well met! No, thine eyes don't deceive thee, tis I, your friendly neighbourhood cookie snaffler. Can we at this point take it as read that I will be explaining my whereabouts and comings and goings, but not just yet? Yes? Good. For now, I am here to give my tentative consent to Yidrassil to use the Ironwood tree in the forthcoming entry. I have thus far given fairly free rein, with a couple of minor restrictions that should prove no hindrance to the creative process.
As I said in my PM to Yidrassil, I am flattered that my creations and I are still remembered after such a protracted absence from these hallowed shores. However, with Santh-Google Ta'lia on the case, it should come as no great shock. Neither should the elegance of the solution she suggested to the 'how to set up a butterfly farm using Ironwood trees without losing several important pieces of my anatomy' conundrum.
I had an idea some time ago for an orcen myth regarding the sun & moon. It's very sketchy at the moment but basically says that K'han'uck holds the disc in the fingers of one hand, which in turn is held up to his face so he can watch the goings on of his tribes. The sun is his right eye, and as he turns the disc in his fingers, the sky darkens and his left eye, the moon, becomes visible.
I haven't decided yet what each eye is looking at/for. Ideas welcome!
Once again, thank you all for your comments. I was wondering how long it would be before someone realised this is a fantasy project
I'm glad you all seem to have understood exactly how the screwtongues do 'their thang'. I just hope the finished entry doesn't disappoint. I'm a little rusty around these parts. (I've been too busy with my bonsai studies, as regular facebook users will know).
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