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Another of the five main characters for the book I'm writing! Her name is Osiris Shadowhound, and she is a moon elven wizard, with many of the powers of a vampire.

Osiris is a brilliant scientist and logical problem-solver, but struggles to find solutions to emotional problems.

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Her mother pressed her lips together tightly, and changed the subject. Victory, thought Osiris. “There was an article in the Laiwilla Post today, I hear.”

Osiris had a passing fancy of informing her mother there was, in fact, an article in the Laiwilla Post every day, but replied instead, “I read it, yes. I’m concerned.”

“I imagine you are. So, Daughter, I presume you intend to resume your duties as the Nightwalker?” Each time her mother said the word daughter, níanwa, her knuckles grew a little whiter as she gripped the arms of the throne ever tighter.

“That is correct. I intend to contact my former allies and meet up with them in order that we might handle this rising threat,” Osiris explained. There was no question in Osiris’s tone; she was not asking for permission.

“You might recall that you are the only Lucaslindló we have,” warned Nephenee. Lucaslindló was an Ithilien term roughly translated as ‘Prince’ but more accurately translated as ‘Bearer of the Bloodline of the Twin Wolves’. Due to the unwieldy nature of the latter, most translators choose the former. 

“I recall. Yet you, Mother, are the one who chose this task for me, not I,” Osiris reminded her. “The Black Dragon, the Dragon Ludarac Nightwalker, came to Castle Laiwilla. Remind me, Mother, what did he say when he came?”

The Denerîs of Lampranous narrowed her eyes, and recited, “‘O Wife of the Lucastura, as the prophecy ordains, wilt thou give me thy firstborn child, thus uniting our bloodlines, creating a Hero that might protect Rimǔndras from APYTHONAWAR the Demon King?’”

Osiris nodded. She remembered, of course. “And what did you do, Mother?”

Nephenee scowled. “I asked him, ‘And if I refuse?’ and he responded, ‘Then I will take thy family’s throne from thee and give it to whomever is willing.’ And I gave him my firstborn son—”

“Your firstborn daughter,” Osiris corrected. 

“—to turn into the Nightwalker. So you might become one of the Heroes of Rimǔndras, but mainly to preserve the throne your bloodline has kept for a hundred generations.”

“That’s right,” Osiris agreed. “And now I continue the duties foisted upon me by your deal with the Black Dragon.”

“Yes,” said Nephenee, her eyes bright with sorrow. “I understand. I’m asking you to be careful.”

Osiris blinked. This, she hadn’t prepared for. After a too-long pause, in which she considered what type of trap her mother was setting for her, she cleared her throat and replied, “Right. Yes. I will.” The prince grimaced, feeling like she’d lost some sort of battle. 

“You do not need my blessing, child, but you have it,” his mother added. “May the Mother feed you, may the Queen of Spiders clothe you, and may the Great Albatross guide your path.”

Oh I'm quite basic. I think Houses is unfinished, unpolished, has uninspired maps and comically easy gameplay. It's ugly, it's slowwww, and it's a huge time sink. It also prioritizes what I find most important in stories: characters that earnestly engage with the world, and that are written to expand upon the lore but also to entertain the audience.

Jesus screamed “JESUS CHRIST YOU STABBED ME”.

Since that Jesus had to be taken down due to a bad case of stab-itis, the backup Jesus came in, but he weighed significantly less than the original Jesus- which would have been fine, except that at the end the cross was supposed to ascend upwards with Jesus on it, and the weights hadn’t been adjusted.

my first year doing this, our industry contacts were 1 actor, 1 casting director, and 1 producer to get different aspects of the business, and they all gave us amazing advice and told fantastic stories. the actor in question was Zazu on Broadway’s The Lion King for several years, and told the best story by far.

in The Lion King, there are only two pieces of pre-recorded noise in the whole show. one, when Pumbaa does a MASSIVE fart while fighting the hyenas, and the other being Mufasa saying REMEMBERRRRRR as Simba climbs Pride Rock. the actor told us while struggling not to laugh that, during one night’s performance, someone forgot to flip the tape of these pre-recorded noises.

so, at the end of the show, the great climax where Simba finally accepts his place in the Circle of Life, the heavens parted and-

PFFFFFFFFFRRRRRBTFTBTBFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

everyone froze. and then all ran off stage positively HOWLING with laughter.

Originally, the actors were going to stroll on stage with our Lefou hauling in the really neat (and real!) taxidermied deer head that we had found in a local thrift store. Now, two days before opening night, our director wants Lefou to run in from off stage and catch a stuffed duck that Gaston has just shot. This, of course, requires two things to work properly as a scene: a gunshot noise, and a stuffed duck.

The gunshot noise, we had covered. Blue-collar, redneck school? Guns a plenty to record. The stuffed duck? Harder than you might have thought to obtain.

Three hunting stores, two taxidermists, and one Pet Supply Store ™, I’d finally found a semi-realistic pheasant squeaky toy. What follows is an account of the ways this dog toy managed to be the nightmare prop of the six show run.

Opening Night: The stagehand, who was supposed to drop the bird from the ceiling catwalk, missed his cue and didn’t drop the it. Lefou’s actor rolls with it and does an excellent job of looking around foolishly before getting cuffed upside the head by Gaston. The stagehand then drops the bird squarely on Gaston’s head. Cue laughter.

Saturday Matinee: Different stagehand throws the bird instead of dropping it and beans Lefou directly in the face with the prop. Lefou falls over. Cue laughter.

Saturday Night: Bird is missing during curtain call. Director hauls the deer head down from it’s place on the tavern wall and tells Gaston and Lefou to revert to the old blocking i.e. no gunshot, no bird, just walk in with trophy. During Gaston and Lefou’s conversation, gun shot sound goes off and a stagehand throws the bird onto the stage…from the wrong side of the stage. Lefou and Gaston stare at it in awkward silence for a solid thirty seconds before Lefou makes off-script, subtle joke about Gaston’s gun going off late instead of early. Cue adults in the audience laughing.

Sunday Matinee: Director begs the stagehands to get the cue right at least once. Gunshot and bird prop go off without a hitch. Lefou accidentally catches the prop when it falls from the catwalk. He’s so startled that he caught it that Gaston runs right in to him. They drop both the gun and the bird props, and grab the wrong prop in their scramble. Gaston spends the rest of the scene gesturing dramatically with a stuffed pheasant, instead of a gun.

Sunday Night:  Director is fed up with bird prop, decides that Lefou should just carry bird prop in after gunshot happens off stage. Lefou accidentally squeezes the prop during the intro conversation, startling both actors into silence with the squeaky toy noise - apparently, neither of them realized it was a dog toy.

I've been curious about people's favorite flavor profiles, so I'll be doing a series of polls where I ask for combos with each of the types of flavors, and then pit the winners against each other!