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Slanter Sketch



Posted by on June 21, 2014 in Penn's Diary


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Vampire Lore

Dracula Cullen

What do people want from their vampires? The strict lore of what a vampire was, and how a vampire behaved has gone through some vast changes in recent years. I, as well as many others, disagree with a large portion of these changes; however, I do think some changes were needed. I already have my vampire lore established in Delphia, but I would be open to changing the essence if I found a proposal that tickled my fancy. So, how would your vampire look/behave/interact with the world around them? Please, the more detailed the more I can visualize your vampire. Thanks.


Posted by on June 19, 2014 in From the Desk of the Author


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Fixing Up

I realize that I need to update some of the links on the site. I also realize that I have a couple of unfinished stories lingering around out there. Ties That Bind is nearing completion and I have been putting off ending it due to the fact that I enjoyed the characters so very much. Demon Wrought is just getting started, and I am waiting until the summer to really try to tackle this more adult project. Zoe and the Outcasted will not take very much time at all, but I simply have not had time to run with it.

All in all, the site needs some love from me. I have sketches to add, and stories to link. I really want the site to be easy to access, with information no more than two clicks away. I will get there. Stay with me.


Posted by on April 8, 2014 in From the Desk of the Author


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Ahnzil the Punishment


I started my sketch of Ahnzil, using pencil as usual; however, my son set his red velvet cupcake down on my villain’s face. I decided to go ahead and ink the face and pretend that the stain was a blood splatter from a recent victim.

I still on plan on finishing a pencil sketch showing the enormity and overwhelming nature of Ahnzil the Punishment.


Posted by on January 27, 2014 in Dessilus Collaboration


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Another Snippet from the Council of Therian

Zip's Sketch

They had walked a considerable distance before Zipporah was forced from her thoughts by a shout. She regained her composure in time to level her arm at a figure that was charging at Penn.

“Hey,” a high pitched melodic voice called to the pair. One of the bunny dancers stopped in front of Penn and smiled. Zipporah was ready to defend the gnome if she made any moves to attack. The bunny had other moves in mind, however. “So, where are you from?” she asked the gnome but ignored the shoki.

Penn was about to answer when Zipporah cut him off, “We are from a small city just east of Dundersnuff called Mensch. I am certain you wouldn’t know anything about it.” The shoki gave the wererabbit a look that clearly let her know it was time to hop along.

The girl was either too stupid to pick up on the unsubtle hint or she simply didn’t care; either way she continued unhindered. “Anyway, there are going to be fireworks later out over the water. It would be nice to have someone to watch them with, if you wanted to join us. My friends and I,” she motioned to the other dancers who were standing in a cluster against the wall, “are all meeting up at the Crawl just before dark.” She shifted out from her hybrid form to reveal a very attractive halfling. “My name is Connie.”

Penn blushed in spite of himself. “Yeah, that would be nice,” the gnome-hare stammered.

“I am looking forward to it,” Connie smiled. Then she turned, gave Zipporah a nasty look, and walked back to where her bunny friends waited against the wall. The shoki did not need to read her thoughts to know what she was thinking.

“Come on,” Zipporah practically dragged Penn away. “We have to get back.” She was already upset about having to walk away from the demon, and she inadvertently took it out on the gnome. “Are you stupid?” she asked harshly as they walked.

The look on Penn’s face broke Zipporah’s heart, and she instantly regretted the rough words. She was about to apologize when Penn said, “I saw her the other night when I was with Attilla. I think I like her, and it seems she likes me.”

Zipporah decided not to point out that the bunny could not have known that the gnome she flirted with in the tavern was the same gnome that was now disguised as a hybrid hare. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt Penn any more than she already had. She was not interested in completely shattering his innocence. Every large city, and even many smaller ones, had some version of the Shadowmire bunnies. They prey on men, stealing and gathering information. Penn, like so many others, reveled in the attention the girls lavished on him. Zipporah chuckled to herself, for she used the same tactics to accomplish her goals.

“You deserve so much better,” Zipporah said honestly.

“Yeah right,” Penn said. “You sound like my mom.”

“I am serious,” she continued. “You are a great guy, Penn. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

“Then why doesn’t any girl want me?”  Penn said sadly. Zipporah was not used to dealing with the vulnerability that the gnome so openly displayed. She was more accustomed to the Slanters of the world, and she realized how unprepared she was to answer his simple question.

Luckily Penn wasn’t one to stay down for very long. He was hopping up and down with excitement in no time. He squealed, “Hey, it’s Avie,” as they passed several cart vendors. “Oh my gosh, Avie comes to the fair in Oliveloft.” Penn grabbed three copper coins from his pouch and made his made to Avie’s cart.

Zipporah read the sign which read, “Eat Avie’s Candy! It Is Good!” She was unimpressed with the slogan, but Penn’s excitement seemed to ease the pain of her insult; so she was happy.

“Whatcha need, lil friend?” Avie asked. He was an extremely fat man with a moustache that matched his width. Crumbs were sprinkled all throughout his excessive facial hair.

“Cinnamon pecans, please.” Penn turned to Zipporah, and handed her the small bag. “You gotta try these.”

The shoki opened up the bag, and was entranced by the smell that wafted out. She quickly ate one of the pecans, and it tasted as good as it smelled. “This is great.” Zipporah grabbed several more, and then passed the bag back to Penn. The gnome bit each pecan in half, hoping to make them last longer.

Avie handed each of the customers a piece of candy, “Try that, and let me know what you think.” They both took a bite, and the candy melted in their mouths. “It is something new. I am calling it a praline.”

“So good.”

“It truly is fantastic,” Zipporah admitted. She pulled three silver pieces from a concealed pouch and handed it to the large human. “I would like two more of these pralines and two bags of your pecans.”

Avie rubbed his fat hands together and quickly bagged up the half-elf’s candy. “Thank you,” he stated sincerely. “Take this, too!” He handed Penn a stick with hard candy stuck to the top. “It is called stone candy, so be careful and don’t chip your teeth.”

“Thanks,” Penn said with a smile. The candy was nice, and calmed both the gnome and the shoki down a little. Penn was excited that Zipporah had bought some for Slanter and Syris. It had been a good day, and the gnome almost seemed to forget about being hunted by the Shadowmire guards. Almost.


Posted by on January 25, 2014 in Snippets from The Council of Therian


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Another Snippet from the Council of Therian


One day while playing in the woods near Brentwood, Burge spotted two orcs with rusty swords drawn. He quickly got the other’s attention and showed them what he had seen. Six sets of gnome eyes were watching the orcs as they lumbered about. Suddenly the orcs stopped and squatted low, as if to hide from someone. Penn couldn’t believe what was happening. Popo, a girl that always wanted to hang with the boys must have followed them out into the woods. She was heading right toward the crouching orcs without a care in the world. Penn and the others were paralyzed with fear, but Attilla came out of hiding with a scream and ran straight at the orcs. Each footfall seemed to drive another quill out of his back, as his therian rage flooded over the gnome. By the time he got to the startled orcs, he was half gnome and half porcupine. It was the farthest any of his friends had ever seen him go into his hybrid form.

The orcs were not ready to do battle with a therian, even if they didn’t know it. Attilla jumped in between them forcing them apart. A few quills stuck one of the orcs, but that only seemed to make the brute angry. Popo, now seeing the danger, turned and started back for the safety of Brentwood. Attilla broke off a quill from his shoulder and used it as a dirk, stabbing the orcs repeatedly. The gnome had never been in a fight where he could truly die, not many of the gnomes in the area had. Orcs, unlike the gnomes, were brought up to battle. By the time an orc had reached young adulthood, he had most likely killed several of his peers just to survive. Attilla had courage, but the orcs had skill. The deciding factor, however, was the tainted blood that ran through the gnome’s veins.

The first orc tried to grab the little creature, but that only got him an arm full of spines. He threw the therian to the ground and cut him across the chest with his rusty sword. The battle should have been over, but it wasn’t. The wound closed itself almost instantly, but the orc paid no attention. He was too busy pulling the thick quills out of his forearm. So Attilla jabbed his makeshift dagger into the leg of the other orc, but that orc scored a hit on the gnome-porcupine as well. It was a kick into Attilla’s ribs, which sent him flying. The orc believed the fight finished, for he had felt the bones give way under the force of his boot. It was a gross miscalculation, and it cost him his life. Attilla’s ribs quickly healed themselves with a sick grinding sensation, but after the initial pain he was fine. The overconfident orc stood over the therian, stuck out his leg, and went to pull the quill out. Attilla jumped on his leg, grabbed his shirt, then tucked his chin and jumped right into the orcs face. His quills buried deep into the unsuspecting orc’s neck and face. The orc fell back, instantly dead, and took the gnome with him. Attilla used the momentum to roll off, and went right after the first orc. The orc wisely ran the other way. Attilla followed.

It all happened so fast that the others still hadn’t even moved. However when Penn saw his friend chasing an orc into the woods, he bolted after them. The others followed as well, but they were not nearly as fast through the woods as Penn.  When Penn got to his friend, Attilla was on top of the orc’s chest violently chopping him with his own sword. From what Penn could tell Attilla had been at it for a while. There wasn’t much left to identify it as an orc anymore. Tears were pouring down the therian’s face, and it took Penn a moment to determine if his friend was injured or not. He realized that Attilla was fine, physically at least. Penn went to his friend and gently, for he didn’t want to be victimized by the quills, placed his hand on Attilla’s shoulder.

The therian stopped his insane hacking, and collapsed into his friend. His rage had played out and he was ashamed. Instantly, for he was a true therian, Attilla was back in gnome form. He cried with heavy sobs into Penn’s chest. Penn didn’t say a word. Even at that age, he understood that sometimes just being there was enough. After a few moments, Attilla wiped the blood, tears, and snot from his face. He stared at his friend and thanked him without saying a word. By this time the others were finally arriving.

Rumors spread like wildfire through the small town. After the incident people started getting scared of the therian gnome. Parents instructed their kids not to hang around with him. Attilla was the hero that day, but people couldn’t accept that. Even the boys that were there, except for Penn, altered the story so that it painted them in a better light. Sometimes lies are easier to believe than the truth, especially when the truth goes against the natural order.


Posted by on January 21, 2014 in Snippets from The Council of Therian


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   Wainwright approached the wagon cautiously, a broken wheel causing it to tilt slightly on the road. The man held his lantern up to inspect the strange carriage. He quickly deduced that it was of the finest craftsmanship; finer even than his own.  However, Wainwright was always humble concerning his own work. The carriage was being drawn by two horses that were darker even than the night surrounding them. The wood itself seemed to be coated with something that gave it a black look, uncommon in the ash wood with which the man knew it to be crafted.

The curtains were drawn on the carriage. Wainwright guessed that since it was the middle of the night, the passenger was probably sleeping. So, he continued his inspection of the wagon, and approached the broken wheel. He muttered under his breath as he took stock of the damage and realized that it would likely take him until morning to fix the wheel.

With a greater knowledge of the tools he would need, Wainwright stood and turned to head home. He nearly ran into a man that had been standing over him.  Wainwright jumped back and instinctively put the lantern between them in a defensive manner.

“Excuse me,” the man placed his hand on his chest and gave a slight bow. “I did not mean to startle you.” He was dressed in fine clothes, complete with a flowing purple cape to match his vest. It was obvious to Wainwright that the man was wealthy. Where Wainwright’s skin was tanned from many hours of working in the sun, this man’s was almost white. “Can you fix it?”

Wainwright nodded, “I can.”


Posted by on January 11, 2014 in Penn's Diary


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