Anska paints & reblogs

Ship Tournament, Round 2 — Match 3 / 15

Lae'zel/Wyll

"Lae’zel has the Vlaakith propaganda, the creche, the glorious destiny she was promised if she obeyed hard enough. Wyll has the Blade persona, the noble hero story, the pact he made when he was young and desperate and trying to save people. They’re very different people, but both of them know what it’s like to have your identity wrapped around duty until you barely know what you personally want. I’d love them post-game especially, when Lae’zel is learning what freedom means and Wyll is trying to live as more than the role everyone projects onto him. They’d argue constantly, but I think there’d be so much respect there. Wyll admires courage. Lae’zel respects action over empty words. They would both see the real thing in each other."

vs. Dammon/Karlach

"Dammon totally has a crush on her, he always smiles so cutely at her, Karlach can (could?) fantasize about him in her origin run, they're both total sweethearts, need I say more?"

That's what friends (and cats) are for

Goodness, it's been a while since I posted anything! Have a cute batstarion as an apology!

I've just uploaded the reworked version of 'Bat'tered by the Storm, nothing major has been changed I've just fixed some of the clunky writing and added more detail/several scenes to make it read better. It's jumped up nearly 8000 words so I did add a little bit :P

As always I had a bunch of help from Dracoscriptor who betaed the new version for me :D

In those first early weeks, we were in dire need of easily accessible food that could travel with us, and did not necessarily require reheating. Something that could last us for several days, perhaps even be eaten whilst marching, something that did not require hours of preparation and could be accommodating for the vast variety of food needs amongst our eclectic group of adventurers. At times, we spent entire days in the swamplands running inland from the Chionthar River, up to our waists in muck and mud, and setting up a campfire was a reality we simply could not bring about — not short of setting up a grill on Karlach's back, of course!

We managed to salvage some cheese and sausage from the ruins of the fishing village, and we traded for other things with the druid grove. Although I will confess, the offerings of the grove were in quite a sorry state by the time of our arrival, presumably due to the added pressure of so many refugees amongst their number. I cannot imagine a druid grove would feel a great deal of pride amongst the slim pickings of vegetables and herbs available to us, when one always imagines that druids should have the greenest thumbs amongst us!

And there was fish, of course. There was always fish.

One can only rouse a half-hearted smile at the thought of dried fish jerky so many times.

Join Gale Dekarios on his new food blog, as he attempts to to feed his ravenous companions with limited produce, unreliable cookware, and a dollop of cheer, intermingled with his own memoirs from his earlier life. A weekly food blog for those who appreciate a little bit of magic on their plate!