November 2020 "Grab bag" stories | poetry | art

Stories, poetry, artwork, whatever your talent to share - must be ElfQuest themed - and may contain canon ElfQuest characters (Cutter, Leetah, Skywise, etc) or custom characters of your own (as long as it's in the "ElfQuest" universe).

Your submissions should include at least one of these things (for art), and at least 3 of the 5 for stories (but let's see you use all five!)

Stories can be as long as you want them to be.

November 2020 Submissions:
Rain
Hate
A precious memory or heritage
Imagine/imagination (wherever you want to take that: pretending, lying, ornate basket weaving...)

I have a request for all English-native speakers here, please find an insult, the nastier the better also like obscene on the name: Ortega, I need that for my November project.

Another Request, must be done quickly. If anyone wants to design an Elf related to Cutter and Leetah, do so NOW!
already given: male, hair colour, age, name, broad shoulders , grandson of Cutter & Leetah, has a wolf friend (needs to be designed too), has a short sword
I need the design of the skin colour, nose, eyes, eye colour, hairstyle, clothes, shoes, weapons if he should have anything.
I can do that myself, of course, but I thought that someone else might want to do it very much, and the ideas of others ensure a greater variety in design.
no drawing needed, just write how the guy looks like.

Yeee wrote:

Another Request, must be done quickly. If anyone wants to design an Elf related to Cutter and Leetah, do so NOW!
already given: male, hair colour, age, name
I need the design of the skin colour, nose, eyes, eye color, hairstyle, clothes, shoes, weapons if he should have anything.
I can do that myself, of course, but I thought that someone else might want to do it very much, and the ideas of others ensure a greater variety in design.
no drawing needed, just write how the guy looks like.

Sun-Toucher was much older than most Elves when he became a father.  As a result, he has great-great nephews and nieces who are close to Leetah and Shenshen's ages.

One of them is Karn, who was born in the Sun Village (Age?).  He relates to Leetah and Shenshen as a cousin.

Like the rest of the Sun Folk, Karn (I am just giving him a name for the sake of this descriotion) has a dark complexion.  He has dark brown eyes.  His jaw is squarer than Rayek's, and his nose bridge and cheek bones are more prominent, but he is still Elfin.  Access to healers allows Karn to be free of scars

Karn was a gatherer who was inspired by Rayek to become a hunter-gatherer.  The emergence of the jackwolf-riders inspired him to learn new hunting techniques and to go after bigger game.  But he continues to collect materials for other Elves to use, whether it be animal, vegetable or mineral.

Karn owns several pieces of gold jewelry from the Sun Village, including earrings, but he takes them off for hunting.

His hunting-and-gathering clothes are in subdued colors that blend in with the environment.  He dresses according to climate, and his clothes are tight or loose according to activity.

He will dress up for festive occasions.

Karn knows the basic crafts and chores in which Elves engage, and he is always willing to help.  However, he is not a craftsman.  His clothing and tools are made by others.

He isn't picky about whether his clothing or tools are made by Elves, Trolls or humans, whether they are metal and cloth or leather and stone, as long as they fit the occasion.

Karn's knowledge of nature is the equivalent of multiple doctorate degrees.  For example, he knows whether a piece of flint is good for making arrows, making knife blades, or just sparking fires.  He can identify the nests and eggs of every known egg-laying creature.

Great-great-uncle Suntoucher advises Karn about changes in the seasons that effect how he hunts and forages.

Rayek shared a few tips with him, but in youth he saw Karn as competition.  Karn looked to Strongbow as an example, but was unable to form a mentoring relationship with him.

Karn initially felt troubled, but after some confrontation he accepted this situation.  He is not driven to be a mighty hunter, but only wants to meet the needs of his tribe.  Gathering knowledge and wisdom are most important to him.

His favorite way to relax is to listen to stories told by his elders, or by the Troll elders.  Like Shenshen, he finds Old Maggoty fascinating.  He attends every Howl he can manage.  Sometimes he stargazes with Skywise.

Karn has a strong sense of justice.  He feels compelled to right wrongs, but has no desire for revenge.

Hunting and foraging in cold climates is a challenge for Karn, because he prefers to go barefoot.  He learned to wear moccasins, but snow boots make him feel as though he has lost intimate contact with the land.

In cold or temperate climates, he wears a simple shirt and trousers.  In the desert, he dresses like other Sun Village men.  He carries more gear than most Elves, as he is not a specialist like Strongbow and Rillfisher.

While he is a Sun Folk immortal, Karn has had injuries and illnesses that have taught him to be cautious.

Like his cousins, he eventually learned how to send.  But before this time, Karn was once injured and stranded a long way from the Sun Village.  He faced predators and the threat of infection.

With painful effort, he was able to gather vegetation and make a smoky fire at daybreak.  The column of smoke summoned tribemates, who brought him home to Leetah.

Recently, Karn has experimented with forms of writing, as he wants his knowledge to outlive him and be accessible to all races.

(Just realized you already had an age, whatever it is. I was guessing between Leetah and Shenshen.)

His festive clothing is made from silk and linen. He has a prized long-sleeved tunic in bright colors. The pattern on the chest resembles a sending star, with borders in different colors. The long loose sleeves are impractical for anything other than dining and dancing. He has gold-decorated sandals to go with it.

WARNING: This segment has a lot of references to violent sexual acts (rape and murder) performed by the villain.

November 2020 Submissions:
Rain
Hate
A precious memory or heritage
Imagine/imagination (wherever you want to take that: pretending, lying, ornate basket weaving...)

Grey clouds spilled across the heavens, blotting out the light of the two moons, and the stars; like thick oil spilled across water. Gentle thunder rumbled but soon turned into roaring beasts in the heavens screaming in deafening tones. Then the rain came down, gentle at first, but with the sound of the roar of thunder, it pelted down like daggers.

From the trees surrounding their stone holt the Stonehowl tribe watched as humans marched into their caverns and began to overturn everything. Fourteen men and women, branding weapons, led by another – a taller, stronger human named Rumdreer moved through the holt ransacking everything in front of them. He had been the leader of the Bloodtide – a band of savage humans who killed anything and anyone that got in their way. Murder was not only their way of life but how the found joy in the world.

“You’ve gone far enough, Rumdreer,” a voice said.

Rumdreer turned and looked as a sly smile crossed his face. “Well, well, well, Balgar’s son shows his face. Got to say,” Rumdreer waved his axe around, “you’ve got more courage than your father. He ran and hid. Ran to his priestess, begging her to find a way for him to live. I made him watch as I took her on the altar before slitting her throat in the middle of my climax, then gutted your father like the brainless fish he was. You,” he pointed his axe at Buren, “your father – you’re what’s wrong with this world. Believing in a higher power. Siding with…” He looked around, “… demons, where ever they might be hiding. We need to rely on ourselves. There is no higher power. We are the highest power. We’re human and we need to cleanse the world.”

Stream looked down – and her eyes fell on Buren. She looked behind her where he’d been a moment ago and he was not there. “No,” she began to whisper. “No, I can’t lose him…” But that’s when she noticed she could not see their cub, Stonecutter, in the tree with her. She was beginning to panic when she heard Rumdreer’s voice.

“Well, well, looks like you didn’t just side with the demons, you laid with them as well.” Stream looked and there, now walking behind Buren was her cub. “I remember when I was killing one of the female harpies – I was giving it to her nice and good – she begged me to stop, but I could tell she liked it. I didn’t wait to see if she was going to give birth eventually – slit her throat when I was done with her. Finished on her while she lie there, choking on her own blood.”

Buren could clearly imagine the vision; he’d seen the harpies – elves, like Stonehowl, who rode animals – they rode on the backs of giant owls. They were beautiful and elegant, but lethal hunters. And Buren had heard countless horror stories of the Bloodtide under Rumdreer’s leadership. It would be one thing if it was just Rumdreer who believed in his racial purification and murderous ways, but he’d managed to find others, like minded in racial purification and murder. Many did not agree with his violent sexual urges, and preferred a clean kill – but they followed him regardless.

“We’re going to have to kill your boy,” Rumdreer shrugged, and pointed his axe at Buren, “and you as well. You’re human and all – but you could never be like us. You’re impure.”

Stream’s heart was pounding in her chest – her mind racing back to the first time she felt Buren’s embrace (1) and the night she gave birth. (2) If something happened, she may not be able to heal them since her powers tended to fluctuate since expending so much energy, many years ago saving Buren’s life after Shadow had stabbed him. (3) She also knew she could not live without them.

Stream jumped down from the tree and came to stand beside Buren, putting her arm around her son, Stonecutter.

“So this is the demon you laid with?” Rumdreer looked her up and down. “Well, at least you have good taste… in demons. Since you laid with her, I will take pleasure of taking her from behind. Let her know how a real man does things – and finish inside of her, just as I cut off her head.”

Snowspring was the next to leap down – the young daughter of Shadow and Foxhair, she had all the courage, spirit and wisdom of her parents – but she was still young, only fourteen seasons old. “To get through them, you will need to go through me.”

Rumdreer laughed. “You demons are certainly confident.”

Windfetcher came down the tree to stand next to them. “You threaten my tribe.”

“You? You are their leader? A woman?” Despite having females in Rumdreer’s group with him; and despite being equally powerful and brutal as warriors, women in Rumdreer’s mind would never be in a place of leadership – and those women who followed accepted this. “This just keeps getting better and better,” he laughed.

Echo, Stillbreeze and Vineweaver all jumped down next.

Rumdreer looked them over. “I thought all of you rode on the backs of wolves, not climbed trees like monkeys.”

Vineweaver smiled. “We all do ride on the back of wolves.”

The wolves howled all around Rumdreer and his men. Eyes flickered from the brush from the torches held by Rumdreer’s followers.

Rumdreer smiled. “Good. Let’s get this over with.”

TO BE CONTINUED?


(1) – See the end of this: http://www.tawmis.com/stonehowl/nov2015.html and the beginning of this: http://www.tawmis.com/stonehowl/dec2015.html
(2) – See: http://www.tawmis.com/stonehowl/april2020.html
(3) – She saves his life, at the cost of her powers (which eventually returns in small bursts) as detailed here: http://www.tawmis.com/stonehowl/sept2015.html





• Vineweaver (Male Soul Name: Reyk) – Auburn Hair, Blue Eyes (Tree shaper, Soul Mate of Stillbreeze, Plant Shaper)
• Stillbreeze (Female Soul Name: Hewl) – Brown Hair, Brown Eyes (Soul Mate of Vineweaver, Tanner)
• Echo (Male Soul Name: Ayav) – Brown Hair, Green Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver, Magic)- About twenty three years old.
• Windfetcher (Female Soul Name: Burm) – Auburn Hair, Brown Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver) – About twenty three years old, Chieftess
• Snowspring (Female, Soul Name: Tylo – Black Hair, Green Eyes) – Fourteen years old. Daughter of Shadow and Foxhair.
• Stream (Female Soul Name: Vree) – Red Hair, Green Eyes (Healer)
• Buren (Human, Brown hair, hazel eyes) – About 25 years old in human years
• Stonecutter (half elf/half human, son of Stream and Buren – brown hair, green eyes) – About seven years old

@Trollbabe: wow, so much? I see i forgot to add some details, sorry, but this is not a Sun Villager   (although i like them) but a Wolfrider. He is a descendant of Leetah and Cutter and is a teenager, who already has a name. (edited my entry too late?)

already given: male, hair colour, age, name, broad shoulders , grandson of Cutter & Leetah, has a wolf friend (needs to be designed too), has a short sword

What I need is a design of what he looks like so that I can draw him (shape of nose, face, skin colour, eyes, eye colour, hairstyle, clothes, shoes). (considering weaponry, it will be the typical Wolfrider short sword) I would like to have a design  mix between Cutter and Leetah, and I also need a mother for him, whose design is fictitious but has to suit the teenage boy. He already has a background story as much as his mom.
Your Karn may be an added Sun Villager. sorry for that. You went to so much trouble with it, I'm really sorry.

So, I am in search for his external description, no background story.
And I have very much use for the same for his mom.

Btw do you have any idea what nasty puns can be made from the name Ortega? I need just one insult for him.

Yeee wrote:

Btw do you have any idea what nasty puns can be made from the name Ortega? I need just one insult for him.

Well. Ortega itself, is a Spanish surname. So it would be difficult to find an insult... without referencing it to it's origin - which wouldn't fit in ElfQuest.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ortega

Yeee wrote:

He is a descendant of Leetah and Cutter and is a teenager, who already has a name. What I need is a design of what he looks like so that I can draw him (shape of nose, face, skin colour, eyes, eye colour, hairstyle, clothes, shoes). (considering weaponry, it will be the typical Wolfrider short sword) I would like to have a design  mix between Cutter and Leetah, and I also need a mother for him, whose design is fictitious but has to suit the teenage boy. He already has a background story as much as his mom.

Why not use Suntop... Ember... Or Goldcock or whatever the latest character Cutter knock off is called....

Why not look to those for inspiration? Combine all three?

I am years behind in Elfquest reading, so I don't know what is going on with Cutter. The writing wasn't any trouble, just did it for fun.

Does he have a companion animal, like a wolf friend?

@Trollbabe: Yes he has a wolffriend, which has to be designed too, but it is not that urgent.  But if you like to, feel free to do so or everybody else here.

"The writing wasn't any trouble, just did it for fun."
That is good.    And maybe there will be a Karn running through my pictures  at some point, even if his name sounds more Klingon than Sun Village like.

"I am years behind in Elfquest reading, so I don't know what is going on with Cutter."
and:
@Tymber: "Why not look to those for inspiration? Combine all three?"
Answer to both questions:
It doesn't matter, I've already roughly worked out the character from his personality. ah yes, and he has those Cutter shoulders, I forgot to mention...Will have to edit my entry above again.
I only offer the possibility that everyone here who would like to make a Cutter-Leetah mix can do it here now. And then I'll draw the guy.

I can of course design this character myself, but I thought to myself, maybe someone would like to have their own Cutter-Leetah-offspring, adopt the good one I am offering here and now has the opportunity to give him the look that he /she likes. that's all.
so anyone here, take your opportunity!

Edit: The guy is one generation after Ember et al.
Edit: a spanish name is cool and the same correct as "Teir" which comes from the german word "Tier", which means : animal.

Oh whatever

If there is no fitting pun or insult for the name Ortega, then I have use for the pun or insult for the name "Raven"

Yeee wrote:

It doesn't matter, I've already roughly worked out the character from his personality. ah yes, and he has those Cutter shoulders, I forgot to mention...Will have to edit my entry above again.
I only offer the possibility that everyone here who would like to make a Cutter-Leetah mix can do it here now. And then I'll draw the guy.
I can of course design this character myself, but I thought to myself, maybe someone would like to have their own Cutter-Leetah-offspring, adopt the good one I am offering here and now has the opportunity to give him the look that he /she likes. that's all.
so anyone here, take your opportunity!
Edit: The guy is one generation after Ember et al.
Edit: a spanish name is cool and the same correct as "Teir" which comes from the german word "Tier", which means : animal.

I am also a little confused - is all of this for the November Grab Bag?
The insult & the character drawing?

of course, what else? why else should I put all this stuff in here? the raw script for the story is nearly finished and I started the first panel tonight (just in stitching , not drawing).
and sometimes i need a little help when it comes to the english language, i can not use it fluidly like a native speaker. Have you a mean pun ( insult ) for "Raven" if "Ortega" doesn`t work?

Yeee wrote:

of course, what else? why else should I put all this stuff in here? the raw script for the story is nearly finished and I started the first panel tonight (just in stitching , not drawing).
and sometimes i need a little help when it comes to the english language, i can not use it fluidly like a native speaker. Have you a mean pun ( insult ) for "Raven" if "Ortega" doesn`t work?

OK. Was just curious about the drawing request. I wasn't sure if it was for here, one the Holt you run with Embala and such.

As for the insult - there's plenty of insults straight from ElfQuest you could base it off of?

"You damn sun dried dreamberry seed!" (for example, meaning a good thing that's useless - good, as in dreamberry, bad, as in dried up - so the potential of a good person who is wasting their time)

Or whatever.

November 2020 Submissions:
Rain
Hate
A precious memory or heritage
Imagine/imagination (wherever you want to take that: pretending, lying, ornate basket weaving...)

Continuing my September 2020 story that asks “What if Vaya had survived?”
https://fathertreeholt.forumotion.com/t1036-september-2020-grab-bag-stories-poetry-art-etc

Rain.

It washed away her tears, blending, sharing her pain. She was running – blind – uncertain of where she was going, when she would stop, and what she would do when she stopped. It’d been hours, or perhaps had only felt as such, when she suddenly collapsed to the ground. She screamed at the heavens.

“You can’t do this to me!” she cried, shaking her fists in fury. “I was ready! I was ready to die! I died a warrior! I died in a way that would have made my mother proud of the Go-Back I’ve become! And you took this away from me!”

Her name is Vaya. She is the daughter of the often brutal Go-Back by the name Kahvi. Her mind raced back to her final moments – the night she’d shared with a Wolfrider named Pike… how they’d fought side by side. His warm words – something she’d never known as a Go-Back.

“Vaya!” He’d exclaimed, during the heat of battle against the frozen trolls, “What’re you doing here?”

“Same as you!” she had returned with a wink and a smile. “I was scared, but it’s past now.”

She recalled striking her mother Kahvi so she could be pulled through and smiling, “I proved myself to myself long ago, remember?” She barked the command, “She would have stayed until they hacked her to pieces! That’s a warrior’s privilege not a Chief’s!” She’d fought till all had gone through – but could not escape herself – the trolls had taken her before Gutterkraw who questioned her and eventually ordered her to be killed when she lunged at him. She was dying, but her hatred for Gutterkraw had allowed her to smile as she lay there dying. (1)

She’d died. She knew she died. She saw the Palace. She saw friends long since dead from their endless war with the frozen trolls – only to be pulled back into her body. Had she only imagined her death? No. It was real. She felt it. She felt the Palace.

And what was it with the mad one – Two-Edge? What was that feeling she felt? Like a dagger twisted into her heart, her soul, her mind, causing more pain than she’d ever known. The way he looked at her, pried into her mind, discovered who she was.

But that had not been all. She saw him. More than him – she saw his soul. How he’d been tortured, driven mad, seeking to find out who he was – elf or troll. This whole war – all the pieces he’d laid out – the truth revealed to her. It’d all been a part of his scheme to find out who or what he was. His mind, just as his heart, forever broken, devoid of love.

“I’m sorry,” a voice came from behind her. She turned and growled as lightning split the sky and the silhouette of Two-Edge could clearly be seen, if but for a moment. “I never meant for this to happen… to hurt you. But when I saw you… down below… I felt something. Something I’ve never felt before. I have… struggled to learn what I am… my mother… Winnowill… she broke my mind. My body. My soul. My mother… she killed my father… but hid his bones… I never met him… saw him. When I was born, I became my mother’s experiment. She left me insane. Shattered. I was trying to pick up the pieces of who I was. I came up with an idea… elf against troll… the winner wins the Palace… and I discover who I am. But now I see. I feel. I understand what I am. I am troll on the outside… but inside,” he placed his hand on his chest, “I am elf.”

TO BE CONTINUED?

(1) See: http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ17&p=29 & http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ17&p=30 & http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ17&p=31 & http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ18&p=5 http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ18&p=6 http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ18&p=7 http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ18&p=8 http://elfquest.com/read/index.php?s=OQ/OQ18&p=9

Yeee wrote:

I have a request for all English-native speakers here,  please find an insult, the nastier the better also like obscene on the name: Ortega, I need that for my November project.

(hmm... must need to resurrect the insult thread from way back.... this should be easy guys!)

If the character or characters that 'Ortega' refers to have other names, such as a first, middle, maiden name, nickname or other referential label attached to the name, you can always play off of that (and if there isn't, you could come up with such things that are easier to play off of), such as 'His given name is ****** but he goes by Hammer, because he's not just a tool, he's a dull tool, and tools don't get much duller than a Hammer!"

Also, if the character has ANY distiguishing characteristic, that can ALWAYS be insulted.  For example, 'TrollHammer? More like DullHammer! His stories are so full of meaningless words!"

Ortega page from the ol phonitical parallels of silly similarly sounding sayings that have nothing to do with the name, other than it sounds similar. You might just have someone tell the person to 'tega dip in Troll dung'?

I'll go back to my corner now...

@Tymber: Great job developing a character we may smile to read the demise of. It's not easy to write 'Truly Vile Villain', especially from scratch. I 'played' a bit with the Troll Kings, but that's as far as I've gone with exploring a villain of that level. As per usual, great job character building, even if it is to create something for the reader to hate. Ill be looking forward to seeing what happens next!

I haven't done more than skim the other entry, its hard to pull a little time here and there. Have a long day of sitting tomorrow, probably will get to read it then.

@Trollhammer:

"You might just have someone tell the person to 'tega dip in Troll dung'?"
YES! That is it! Thank you soooo much! Happy!  I could have never found this cool insult! This is just what I need. and I would sample as much of those great nasty insults for constructing my project as possible.

"Ortega page from the ol phonitical parallels of silly similarly sounding sayings that have nothing to do with the name, other than it sounds similar."
This is what I meant!
E.g. I just crumbled something together, consisting of 2 parts, first one of which I think it could sound a little bit like "Orte-" in terms of sound "ugly", and the 2nd part which is supposed to be something like a sound of disgust: "gah". That makes "Ugly-gah!" Is that usable ?

"DullHammer!" My elves will not call you that mean. But ok, Ortega can be really an arsehole. Great insult!    

"If the character or characters that 'Ortega' refers to have other names, such as a first, middle, maiden name, nickname or other referential label attached to the name, you can always play off of that "
Yes, he  has his name from Yeee, which chooses deliberately other names for her children  than a Wolfrider would do. So, Ortega also has the Wolfrider name Raven (this simply refers to his deep black, bluish hair and his very dark complexion),which was given to him by his father . the two names have nothing to do with each other, they just show a certain incompatibility of the parents in the naming.
So i also have use for insults for Raven (but is not necessary)

@Tymber:
""You damn sun dried dreamberry seed!" (for example, meaning a good thing that's useless - good, as in dreamberry, bad, as in dried up - so the potential of a good person who is wasting their time)"
ok,interesting! Something very good that is totally ruined and can only be thrown in the trash can. (Like rotten meat) It's worse than something that has always been useless.
i can also use this insult for the opponent if i may.

" I wasn't sure if it was for here, one the Holt you run with Embala and such."
I do not run an own holt,only here in this holt i am active. I'm only on DeviantArt and I'm a singular contactless bubble on facebook. nothing more

Yeee wrote:

""You damn sun dried dreamberry seed!" (for example, meaning a good thing that's useless - good, as in dreamberry, bad, as in dried up - so the potential of a good person who is wasting their time)"
ok,interesting! Something very good that is totally ruined and can only be thrown in the trash can. (Like rotten meat) It's worse than something that has always been useless.
i can also use this insult for the opponent if i may.

Please do!

Yeee wrote:

" I wasn't sure if it was for here, one the Holt you run with Embala and such."
I do not run an own holt,only here in this holt i am active. I'm only on DeviantArt and I'm a singular contactless bubble on facebook. nothing more

Do you two not do something for the "Sea Raiders Holt" or something?
https://fathertreeholt.forumotion.com/t994-sea-raiders-first-contact-free-associate-storytelling

Yeee wrote:

@Trollhammer:

"You might just have someone tell the person to 'tega dip in Troll dung'?"
YES! That is it! Thank you soooo much! Happy!  I could have never found this cool insult! This is just what I need. and I would sample as much of those great nasty insults for constructing my project as possible.

Glad to be of use! 'Ortega' is a challenging name to play with, but if my school life back in the day was any indication, EVERY name can be played with.

Yeee wrote:

"Ortega page from the ol phonitical parallels of silly similarly sounding sayings that have nothing to do with the name, other than it sounds similar."
This is what I meant!
E.g. I just crumbled something together, consisting of 2 parts, first one of which I think it could sound a little bit like "Orte-" in terms of sound "ugly", and the 2nd part which is supposed to be something like a sound of disgust: "gah". That makes "Ugly-gah!" Is that usable ?

Hmm.... thinking about that... The -Gah works, especially if someone is pulling the ol  "I'm talking like you aren't here but I know you really can hear me trash your cave-sluggish countanance, Orte-GAH! You 'scared' me! Put a bag over your head before walking around a corner like that."

Yeee wrote:

So, Ortega also has the Wolfrider name Raven (this simply refers to his deep black, bluish hair and his very dark complexion),which was given to him by his father . the two names have nothing to do with each other, they just show a certain incompatibility of the parents in the naming.
So i also have use for insults for Raven (but is not necessary)

This is far easier to play with. Raven has many directions it can go:
-Put plainly, 'Raven' could be used interchangably with 'Raving' as in 'stark raving mad'  Or you could have someone to 'quit yer ravin, Raven!"
-Slightly more subtil but still pretty on the nose, 'craven' refers to someone who is cowardly. Classic insult.
-more difficult to work into natural conversation, 'staving' (spoken wittily as 'staven') as to stave off starvation, referring to perhaps some sort of poor health or in terms of 'I can't believe he's still alive, why won't he just die, but raven keeps staven off death!"
If I were a poet, and I'm not, there might be a village chant/saying that could be thrown in his face or spoken in his presence. An example of this would be the 'Ashy Slashy' chant/song/poem/thing on Ash Versus the Evel Dead, Season 2, episode 1. His home town really hate him for a variety of reasons, and this poem arose to ridicule him.  I couldn't do it justice to suggest one for you, but if you get inspired, let it flow!

Yeee wrote:

@Tymber:
""You damn sun dried dreamberry seed!" (for example, meaning a good thing that's useless - good, as in dreamberry, bad, as in dried up - so the potential of a good person who is wasting their time)"
ok,interesting! Something very good that is totally ruined and can only be thrown in the trash can. (Like rotten meat) It's worse than something that has always been useless.
i can also use this insult for the opponent if i may.

The elves and trolls have lots of good insults, such as 'meat to be wasted', very much like Tymber's example. You could just about go with anything that is commonly accepted as 'good' in the context of your setting/story and turn it on its ear in this way.  And if you have an idea that you don't want to spoil, feel free to bounce it off one of us via PM. Tymber and I will go back and forth with story ideas via PM from time to time, it can be helpful. For me, PM will be slow, as in a few days some times, but I'm going to say for now that I'll get it eventually.

For the Elves, they usually reference trolls and humans (if they have had a bad time with them), their excrement, smell, facial features, bumbling, and other undesirable traits as universal insults, even when just kidding around (just watch Skywise and Cutter jab back and forth from time to time). Trolls tend to reference 'underclass' members of their own kind, the Elves, and various undesirable happenstances underground, such as cave slugs, cave-ins, drop offs in the dark, and so on (there isn't a lot of this, I'm extrapolating, but they fear Two-Edge, who is an unknown thing in the dark, and we know they love surface foods, implying underground stuff isn't all that great.

My point being, take a look at your story and where/when it's happening, what the history is (even if you haven't written about it) and so on, and think about what leaves a bad taste in one's mouth. That's something useful for insults and slurs.

As to the stuff above I was trying to think of, I ran out of time, I'll try to get back to it later, hoping some of this helps.

Krat wasn't a believer in the unseen, unlike most of his tribe-folk, so as his hand touched the side of the tent-flap, it was not the ritual the others thought it to be. He had placed his hand in the same place every time he crossed the threshold, to the point that his hand had stained the leather, and the village had generated the rumor that it was his way of asking for a blessing on the day's hunt.

He let it be that way, instead of correcting them. It was better they thought him superstitious than infirm. He had to brace himself on the uneven floor in the mornings when he got up, the ground having worn away from a stone over the years aggravating his sore ankle. After he'd circled the camp, as was part of the perceived ritual, his leg would limber up and he could proceed through the day's activities without a noticeable limp. He was no great hunter, but he was still respected, and in this tribe if you lost the respect of the others, you might as well throw yourself in Gotara's fire.

As was usual, the other hunters gathered by the outskirts of the village and planned the day's hunt. The tone was dour, as there hadn't been much sign of large game in days, much less a kill larger than a ravvit. Even small game was scarce, and if it wasn't for the gatherers the tribe might starve.

It was just one more aggravation in a long list he had against the deep forest dwellers, the ones the others called 'demons'. Krat knew there was nothing supernatural or even unnatural about competition in the wild, he would normally not feel any more animosity toward the forest folk than he would a wolf or bear, if it weren't for the extreme advantages they seemed to have: they were quieter, faster, stronger, didn't seem to get hurt or even seem to age. He'd seen one once, a short, black-haired creature that was very recognizable from the descriptions his great grandfather had given about one he's seen when he was young, and if the one Krat had seen was the same one, it hadn't aged a day. Not a single grey hair was on its head, and the village had had several leaders die of old age since then.

The current leader, the Shaman, could be heard crooning a blessing upon the hunting party. Krat bit his lip to keep from sighing. The man was not old enough to be senile, but his rantings sure seemed to spew forth like an old man on his death bed. Every misfortune that happened in the tribe was blamed on the 'demons' and every event that was even passably close to good was attributed to Gotara's will, even if it was obvious sole effort on part of one of the tribe. A yearling bear-cub mauled a hunter three moons ago, Kochak, another hunter, killed the bear, dragged it and the maimed hunter back to camp by himself through his own sweat, and somehow, in the same breath, the Shaman simultaneous blamed the demons for the bear doing what came natural to it and honored Gotara for Kochak's kill and meat for the tribe.

It made it even harder to keep hunting for the tribe. Not a word of encouragement when you brought back plenty for all, for fear the Shaman would call them out for not praising the unseen entity, but come back empty handed or short and incur the wrath of the whole tribe. Funny how it was the 'demon's' fault the party was unlucky, but the hunting party was who was cursed by the tribe for it.

Krat was not superstitious, but he did hate the forest dwellers. They had the whole expanse of the forest to frolic as they wished, why did they have to take the game from around the villager's camp? Again, it seemed unfair, and proved to Krat that this 'Gotara' was no more in control of anything than he was himself: he could not imagine why would Gotara create Krat's ancestors from bears, who also seemed to live longer, stronger, and more able than his kin, to live along side the forest dwellers and not be at least matched in ability or lifespan. No, if Gotara was real, then Krat hated him as well, and if he be damned for that, then so be it, let Gotara prove his power, either by truly blessing Krat's hunts and life, or striking him down before he could be shunned by the tribe in the seasons to come when his leg became too stiff and sore to chase down prey.

The hunter looked up at the sky, as these thoughts went through his head, as though he both challenged and feared fire would pour down on him. Instead, he almost chuckled, as it looked like Gotara's blessing bestowed by the Shaman was an even greater failure than usual: the fire-god not only failed to provide a nice, fat deer to come trotting out in front of them, lay down, and let itself be butchered, but was powerless to stop rain clouds from piling up overhead. If there was one thing the god of fire should be empowered to do, it should be to control water falling from the sky!

Krat smiled as he imagined Gotara having a twin brother, who controlled water, and was now gleefully pouring out his own blessing in spite of his brother, as the first tear of rain fell on his cheek. Krat may not have had faith in the unseen, but, he mused, he may have to pay attention more to what he could actually see. Perhaps there was something else to believe in.

preleminary pencil version, many errors can still be corrected now, e.g. Spelling mistakes or incorrect words, wrong sentence structure etc. Or draw mistakes.

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We never saw an elf brush his teeth in Elfquest. But even with healers nearby, the elves would not voluntarily let their teeth go black from not brushing their teeth. Or would they?
Ember has her outfit from the latest comic, since Yeee's life starts long after Stargazer's Hunt 4 (beginning, we don't know the timeline of the end yet). The outfit is probably torn up anyway, but I don't feel like designing a new one.

the first panel is sewn together from fabric and decorated with sequins. Somehow the glue with which the picture is stuck to the paper has caused ugly stains.
The leopard dots shine a little through the slightly translucent yellow fabric.

Looking good Yeee! Having fun with it yet?