Saturday, October 17, 2009

Ninjas Vs. Pirates


From The Army Orc.

This is my chinese dragon with wolf paw prints. If I do it again I will do the same basic idea but without the outlines for the dragon... it will simply be the pattern in the shape.

I fixed the bird from a while back. This one looks okay I think.

I tried to draw a dragons' head profiled from the side and only outlining... kinda like the deer. Some aspects of it turned out better than others.

This is me with a horrible look on my face. I would take a better one but it is kinda wierd taking picture after picture of yourself while sitting in a library with people walking behind you. I feel self concious.

So I now have a very verah nicely warm underarmor hoodie. Plain black with the UA logo. The picture is taken by my very sad little old phone that I'm borrowing from that brother over there.

I needed the hoodie because it is like 52 degrees here and THAT IS FREEZING. I was cold dang it.

Story idea below

There is a vessel... or ship... or something of that nature. The outside changes more. Care wrought stone architecture fills the inside. A geas has been placed on these stones. Trapping it "outside but near" according to the few crew members who stop to talk. The Captain of this vessel is never seen or heard, but the crew refers to him often. The crew never talks of themselves, not even to give a name... they talk about the vessel and sometimes the captain. They never ask questions and rarely talk for more than a few words.

However the vessel carries more than just crew and cargo. Occasionally passengers will come aboard. Most by accident. And then when the vessel "sails" they are stranded on board. It only takes one trip to realize that the vessel almost never returns to the same place twice. Some have been traveling centuries and never found their way back home.

Here are a few of the passengers:

Fesson's crew:
-Fesson, a blue haired pointy-eared female with a penchant for ice tricks.
-Dust, a grey skinned bulky alchemist with many small techno-etheric pets.
-Almost, a wiry raven shapechanger that rides on Fesson's shoulder. Almost is Fesson's mate and is the leader of her crew.
-Freckles, a furtive brown rat often found in Fesson's sweater pocket. She likes plants, fire and swarms. She has a relationship with Dust.
-Shhh, a female with mottled skin, she is a great healer and doctor with odd mind tricks. Having her working on you is rarely pleasant as she tends to enjoy the pain a little too much while fixing you.
-Jeffries, a sharpshooter with a really odd crossbow. Obsesses over vampires despite how many times she has been told that they are mythical.
-Kel, a shadow mage. Despite his deep aversion to physical combat he has a reputation as an assassin. Works with Dust on projects.

Fesson's crew controls the gardens and the observatory. The stars seen in the observatory change all the time but you can always see "the hunting man"(from earth's sky Orion). The gardens are large enough to easily get lost for weeks in. Kel and Almost are certain they change size, Dust isn't sure about that but the three have proven that the contents will change when not under observation.

Fen's Pack:

-Fen is a wirey male librarian with necromantic tendencies. Always has a pack of chalk on him.
-Kaa is a self-aware python with immense strength and limited shapechanging abilities.
-Kissa is a small female musician with a hissing accent and lizard eyes. Rumor goes that she used to be a lizardfolk(humanoid lizard societies are sometimes found at the ports the vessel stops at). Her music is bewildering.
-Copper young teenage girl with mental tricks.
-Brass, Copper's brother. Carries a lot of knives and has a few mental tricks of his own.

Fen's crew controls the library and service halls(which gives him control of any access to deep storage by non-crew). Fen will sometimes hire Kel and Dust to analyze things he finds in deep storage.

Other notables:
-The-light-that-moves. Dust: "Something guards the Captain's room and access to the crew quarters and luxury suites. Me and Almost tried finding out a few times... but all that ever happened was we saw a moving light. It's odd but that was enough to prevent us from pushing further. Every attempt ended the same way. Us both seeing a moving light."
Brile's Men. Brile is a lithe swordsman with a fast tongue. He has about 20-30 sworn men and women who bear arms at his call. He controls the only non-crew entrance to the vessel and all of the "coach class" passenger rooms as well as the cafeteria and entertainment rooms. A trader of odd goods at every port he barters with natives... selling them items they would never find on their world for items that otherworlds have never known. He passes himself off as captain to those who do not go further into the vessel than the pub and social areas.

The vessel announces subtly when it is about to make port and leave port. Anyone who has been on for more than a year can tell about 24 hours in advance. Fen can tell about a month in advance.

Fen, Kel, and Almost have been here the longest by common reckoning.

The vessel's crew is untouchable and uninterruptable. Crew doors cannot be passed by non-crew no matter how knowledgeable you may be or how strong you are. At least so far as anyone knows.

For those who get stranded on the vessel(there are many passengers who never get stranded the vessel will regularly make port on a world for a year or more... and while on this world act within the world as a passenger/cruise vessel) it is easy to spend decades and never get past Brile's domain. And you can do so without ever feeling like you've explored it all. Brile uses his swornmen to control any other minor gangs in his area.

The vessel is huge on the inside. Huge like impossibly so. Total population of passengers is somewhere in the low thousands and yet the ones I've named are the only ones so far that have gone past the obvious passenger areas.

And yet... when you first visit... the vessel seems to be about right for a common passenger vessel on your world.

The Vessel has not always existed. It is obviously and purposefully made. The purpose though is unkown. The crew do guarantee that ports of call are not made for passengers or the trade that happens then. Any non-crew on the ship are happenchance. Like the dust found in the back of a traveling truck.... only there for a limited time.

Briles wants to maintain his control of the passengers.
Fen wants to find out more about the hidden treasures on the ship.
Almost wants to know about the ship itself and about its maker and crew.

Story plotline ideas:
View from a newly stranded passenger.
Short stories about some of the more wild ports of call.
Story about a particularly odd/dangerous item/box found in deep storage.
Story about Fessen's Crew's research into the ship and what it was created for.
End story idea

And that is that. I don't have much more to say in this post and will have to leave all further writing for another time.

Only three more weeks left.

Friday, October 16, 2009

A sort-of vacation

We are going to Santa Fe this weekend. Mother-in-law, Orclette, Miniorc, and meself.

Packing for two little ones and myself by myself is so not fun. It did, however, prompt me to clean my house because I HATE coming back to a dirty house.

And it's two whole days of someone else helping to corral the Orclette, which is always a yay.

Maybe I'll get to take a shower by myself. Oh the thought ...

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

It is truly wonderous.

This technology has been around for a long time. I've never owned a coffeemaker cool enough to make me want to use it.

I have a new coffeemaker. The people at Gevalia tell me it's a $100 model that I got for free because I wanted the Pumpkin Spice coffee they make once a year. I love coffee. And all things associated with it.

And this new model has a pre-programmed setting. Which means I can assemble my coffee the night before and wake up to it brewing.

Yes, this is not a novel thing. Yes, I am WAY behind the times. It's like the first time us earth-peoples saw pictures of the earth from outer space. IT WAS AWESOME AND EVERYTHING STOPPED AND THAT'S ALL PEOPLE COULD TALK ABOUT. That's me. You are the kids who grew up with pictures of earth and therefore are not as impressed.

I love technology.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Man how the mighty have fallen.

I'm not that old. But already I have a Golden Age. An age where I was young (hehe), in the best shape of my (still hasn't spanned that many years) life, and had all options available to me. I was 16. I had just won a half-marathon for my age group (I hate admitting that there were only 3 in my age category-but I came in almost an hour ahead of them). I was on a pretty good soccer team. I lived in one of the greatest states of the Union (Virginia! Old Dominion! and I'm out of nicknames). Etc.

You know, I started writing because yesterday was Columbus Day and in that glorious past Golden Age I would've been in a soccer tournament. Same for Memorial Day, July 4th, Labor Day. Occasionally Thanksgiving though usually the parent's didn't want to do one then.

And it was wonderful. The soccer, I mean. My whole family was involved in it, my brothers played different positions so I had no problems admitting that they were better in their respective positions. I knew when the various minor holidays were. Because then we'd either be in-town scrambling to get all three of us to our games or out-of-town getting one-on-one time with a parent.

And then I hit 18. We had just moved and I'd lost momentum in the whole college issue. And I decided not to pursue soccer. And I started working. And it turns out employers don't like to let employees off on holidays. So I started looking forward to the holidays because it meant time and a half. And a rush of people, which makes life more interesting.

Then I got married. And holidays meant fun family dinners and trying to spend equal amounts of time with both sides of the family.

And then I had kids. What holiday?

The exceptions to this are Thanksgiving and Christmas. Possibly Valentine's Day. But the rest usually go by unheralded. Like yesterday. I really didn't care that it was Columbus Day. I didn't get a day off, time and a half. No soccer tournaments for me. And that's ok. For now, anyway. I envision future years in which we're able to celebrate properly, and having two kids in soccer (or another sport) and having to travel to tournaments.

Forget about Damm reliving his sports dreams through his kids (dads tend to do that). It's gonna be me doing that ... but not just because of the soccer. Because of the holidays and all the memories.

Maybe I'll get to sleep in on a holiday one of these years. Now that would be fun.

And in 10 years I wonder what my Golden Age will be. Still 16? Or will it move up to 25? Though at the moment my 25th year has been occupied solely with crying children so I'm not sure it'll be remembered. I think I'll probably try to block it out. Hehe.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Rain rain go away

Ft. Gordon GA is currently experiencing rain of mythical proportions. I swear.... its true.... I'm not just saying this because I hate water and got wet.

I tried to fix the bird from yesterday's post. You'll probably not see it until next weekend. I also drew a dragon. Am I bored? I don't know... I'm reading Fred Saberhagen Vampire fiction(which I despise) and R.A. Salvatore(sorry all his fans but this is kinda like the cigarette addicts who pick up a mud covered butt off the ground and try to suck the insides out).

So yeah I'm bored.

Talked with my Dad for an hour yesterday which was fun as I almost never talk to my parents on the phone due to only ever calling Wulfa. my friend whose laptop I am borrowing needs it back. Later interwebs.


Sunday, October 11, 2009

More drawings

I tried to think of a post but I couldn't. So I decided to post two of my latest drawings up:

The turtle... he fails at life. Everything else is me expressing frustration at my turtle for failing at life.

The deer turned out amazingly better than I thought it would when I started.

The bird... ugh. I can't get the tails to do what I wanted. I liked how the flowers went though.

I did the deer all in one go with an ink pen... it went really quickly and I thought I'd be all super awesome and do the bird and flowers in pencil first so I could change things as I went. The pencil went great but it turns out I hate going back over things in ink. So very boring that is.

I went to B&N to look up books that could teach me more about drawing because this is becoming very fun. But all I found were books that tought you how to draw realisticly. I want books that show me more things like what I am already doing and give me suggestions on ways to improve on my current gig. I do not enjoy seeing/drawing pictures of things that look exactly like what they are. I want to draw lines that capture the essence of what I am drawing without looking like a picture of one. Terry Pratchet described it best in Hat Full of Sky when he talked about the picture of a horse. I don't have the book with me or I would quote it. Feel free to look it up.

I told Wulfa she was my hero and she asked why. Let me give you two small fake(but accurate) quotes from each of us:

Wulfa: I am so tired. I just spent all day cleaning the house while holding a fat heavy baby to my chest and wrestling with a squirmy shouting two yearold whirlwind who knows the word "now". I also helped your mom with all of her housework and choir stuff while lifting weights and practicing my flute. I'm back in shape less than a month after having the baby and am handling all the finances and car stuff while you are away. I called your unit and found out all the things you need to do when you get back and I have been scouting for a new place to live. Oh and yay your kids just had THREE MILLION POOPY DIAPERS and I handled that as well. I just hope you are doing okay while you are so busy there in the army.

Dammerung: I am so tired. I had to stand in the rain for twenty min and then they made me do about 10 pushups in cadence. Oh and my roomate is whiney and I had to force myself to stay awake for six hours while in class learning something monkeys do blindfolded while scratching themselves. My life sucks. I wish I was home with you where everything is easy.