Godless Communist Orc

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there's no greater passion than that between a woman and a ghost

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Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· 22d

Evil Dead Burn review: weirdly simultaneously funnier and also more relationship/character-drama darker than the previous two installments. You genuinely more feel bad for Last Girl *before* the carnage starts. Stick around for the credits, fin scenes in there. Overall I'm giving it a B+.

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· 24d

One of the machetes in my bedroom

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· 29d

It took nearly ten weeks but my addition to the Hash Shit is finally complete

Opossum mandibles tied together on a braided cord

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 11

Assuming they meant "results" but my mind conjured up a group of promiscuous autists

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 11

Good morning. Mexican omelet morning.

A Mexican omelet dripping with hot sauce, served with hashbrowns

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 9

Good morning! I think I might have found the skull of a kodama while I was taking the dog out

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 8

Mid-winter vignette. Hare is commissioning a dagger as a gift for his ferret protégé from a squirrel journeyman finisher and his best friend, a badger smith. Squirrel builds a code into the blade itself as a tribute to the recipient.

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 8

Oh, how fun!

"Is that something you could do, d'ya think?" asked Dart. "I'd make it up to you."
Liam was looking at the rough sketch with Gimbal under their single oil lamp. The smithy was dark, but still warm despite the snowstorm outside. Gimbal nodded to Dart and turned to stoke the fire.
"So, we're thinking," said Liam, pulling a quill from the inkwell. He sketched some notes.
"My sister might come in handy for the belt," he said. "She's a good knitter."
He looked thoughtful for a moment.
"It needs something more," he said, and started drawing. Gimbal put down the bellows and came over to watch. Liam turned the paper around to Gimbal, who moved the lamp so he could examine it.
"Yes?" Liam said.
Gimbal looked over the notes. "The detail work would add some time," he said. "Maybe an extra week or so."
"It's not like you have anything else to do," said Liam. "All those cogs are made, and Gretchen practically has the Mill running again."
"And it would be a nice change of pace from spearheads and shields," said Gimbal with a nod. He walked past the forge, now starting to clink as the heat increased, and went into the back room for supplies.
Dart turned the paper around.
"It's beautiful," he said, running his paw over Liam's delicate design. "But what does it say?"
"Oh," said Liam, taking it back and making some additional notes.
"Don't worry. I'm sure he'll figure it out."

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 8

[To the tune of "Camptown Ladies]

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 7

Anyway at least *one* person will read this, so I'm happy

The scents of the spices and herbs from the food carts faded as he turned a corner. An ill wind blew through the alley he passed, and his hackles went up. He cast his eyes around in the darkness.
A chuckle went up from under a staircase, and a dark form emerged. Its eyes caught a yellow glint from the lanterns off of the main concourse.
"Thought that was you. You're out late." A rotten smile split the dim light.
"Ah," Stürn said. "Good evening, sir."
The hyena slunk out, still chuckling.
"'Sir' my hind flank," he said. He prowled onto the thoroughfare.
"Coming from the Citadel, I take it?" The dog looked up the slope toward the palace, where lights still glowed across its edifice.
"I've just come from there, Kuš," Stürn said. "But I don't know if this is the-"
"Shaddup," said the hyena. "I've been informed."
He looked up and down the main stretch.
"You don't-"
He stopped suddenly, ears pricked. He listened for a moment, and gave a short, high-pitched bark. An echoing reponse came from a few blocks down, and he shook his head.
"You don't know the half of it," he said, and started across the street to a late-night café.
"Let's go grab a drink," he said.
"I have something I need to take care of, and you and I have some things to discuss."

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 7

Alternatively (same world, very different book):

Stürn adjusted his bracers as he stalked up the long, broad hallway, his pads making no sound louder than the oil lamps he passed at intervals. As he approached the huge copper door, the two rhinoceros sentries stood to attention, and saluted with their spears.

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 7

Fellow authors: without any context, what's the first line of your current WIP?

There are always choices, is the thing. Our ability to choose makes us who we are.

The fires were dying down, and the pair walked across the battlefield. Medics were coming and going, carrying the wounded to the hospital camp, or covering the dead with thin sheets. Splintered spears and craters from the siege weapons befouled the field, and they stepped carefully over the fallen enemy.

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 6

Second portion. The spymaster is unimpressed.

"Hey, dummy!" he yelled, and the crane jolted up in his seat, looking over. "Go tell your boss we clocked you. I spotted the one by the front door, too." A small crocodile looked up from his ale with a panicked glance.
Kuš waved his paw and four hyenas stood from their tables, each pair flanking the two spies.
"It's all good, loves," the dog said. He waved them toward the door.
"Just go back and tell your boss we're keeping a weather eye out." The two found themselves escorted by their shoulders to the alley, dismayed looks on their faces.
The General watched the two being escorted out.
"Where will they end up?" he asked.
The hyena chuckled. "Oh, we'll get them home eventually," he said. "May need to keep them at the Citidel for, well." He laughed.
Kuš threw some coins on the bar. "They're on my tab," he said, and the bartender didn't look up as he wiped down the bar and pocketed the money.
"Now, lookee here, my son," the hyena said as he gripped the tiger by the scruff.
"I don't know who it is," he said. "I've got my own suspicions. There's one who might know, and she ain't sharing any information."
He picked up his tumbler and gulped down the rest of his ale.
"But it ain't us," he said. "My boys are loyal. Palace politics may be a mess, but we serve the King."
The bartender nodded, and quietly slid a shot across the bar. Kuš scooped it up and chuckled.
"You got some informants around you, General," he said. "Listen to me-"
"I need to shut up," the tiger said.
"Wise words," the hyena said. He slammed back the drink, and waggled his tongue around at the spicy liquor.
"Boys, with me," he yelled. "One stays behind."
A group of five stood up from various tables, hyenas, small cats, and buffalo, and followed Kuš out the door. The bar was suddenly half-empty, and the lyre player plucked desoltorily as creatures sipped their drinks.
The General looked around the room and wondered who it was they'd left. The room was still filled with low chatter, but any one of them cou…

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 4

Unbelievable sunset as the storm passes

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 3

Golly apparently I never posted this alt chapter. It's from a universe where the villain made different choices and became friends with my protagonist

"I hate these, you know," she said.
He laughed. They sat on the bluff under a sparkling sky. They had finished off their picnic of cheese, bread, and chestnut tarts, but still had a bottle of applejack in the basket, and he topped off her cup with the one they already had opened.
"You always say that," he said, taking a sip, "but you're good at it."
The wolf grumbled.
"Fine," she said. "Tell it to me again."
"So," he said, taking a sip from his cup.
"When building," he said, "what's not a material that you wouldn't, it's not a material that you oughten’t, it's not a material that you shouldn't, and it's not a material that you couldn't?"
Nash sighed and laid down on the blanket. The stars dusted the sky above and she sipped on her cup. Lightning bugs tossed their messages sporadically across the clearing.
"It's a stupid game," she said.
"Just because you can't solve it?" Clever laughed. "You're better than that."
Nash considered.
"Oh," she said.
"It's wood."
Clever cracked a smile and opened the last carafe as they watched the sky.

Godless Communist Orc@16tonsthericher· Jul 1

I dunno, I kinda did both? I've definitely drawn maps and such as I've moved along but I also have character sheets with details like hobbies and favorite colors that will never make it into the final draft