Grab bag August 2015

The elements for August are:

Fire
A spider
A vision
Spinning
Resentful

Fire ... Spider ... resentful ... Vision ... spinning



Someone might make a limerick for it?

The Shaman is an arsonist ...
Winnowill was even shown on a cover in a spiderweb formed by her tresses ...
Resentfulness, your name is Kureel ...
Two-Edge has a vision or two  ... or three or ...
and Storm told me Guttlecraw's head was spinning on the spear ^^

And they all were killed ... YUP, all of them. Two-Edge was supposed to be killed in SaBM!

The shaman was an arsonist.  
He'd spin a tale and shake his fist!
Resentful of the neighbor elves,
he knew they wouldn't torch themselves.
He claimed a vision made him do it,
but he was thrilled to get down to it.
Yet his fate was a spider web;
he was the one to end up dead.

Skewered quick, and charred like toast...
Who'd guess that Karma burns the most?

Winnowil was like a spider
whose anger just wriggled and tiggled inside her.
She choked on resentment,
like eating a horse.
It set her stomach to spinning, of course.
Her vision included the end of the planet...
But she'll never see it-- she lost her head, dammit!

Old Two Edge sure had a vision or two.
But they never did tell him just quite what to do.
He just dreamed about spiders, and fire and rage,
while he sat and spun rhymes
in his own little cage.



Guttlecraw
was pretty raw
His head was on a stake
His vision spinning
Elves were winning
He'd made a mistake
Resentment built
and yet no guilt
had crossed his regal brow
Though if it had
there wasn't much
to do about it now

His last thought before he retired
Was that his guards should all be fired.

Link to Image (since it's pretty big, as well as large as in height/width)...
http://www.tawmis.com/stonehowl/WhoAmI.png

Cool beans, Tymber!

Your limerick is dark

Lunakat wrote:

Your limerick is dark

I tried to write it from Two-Edge's point of view (before the whole Elf/Troll War even came into being... I imagine he was in a pretty dark place until he came up with the plan, which come to think of it was a pretty far fetched plan - sticking that key in Bearclaw's hilt... waiting for SOMEONE to eventually come across it... that's one hell of a patient half-elf-troll...)

Your vision is dark
It's message quite stark
The visuals creepy and scary
with it's talk about spiders
and flaming desires
and trolls that are
bitter and hairy!


You're right! Two Edge had to be completely insane but utterly patient to craft that scheme. Not to mention how long it would have taken him to carve out those tunnels, those statues, that hall and create all that armor and weaponry. I think you captured it well.

Lunakat wrote:

You're right! Two Edge had to be completely insane but utterly patient to craft that scheme. Not to mention how long it would have taken him to carve out those tunnels, those statues, that hall and create all that armor and weaponry. I think you captured it well.

Flattery will get you everywhere!

The first segment focuses on Winnowill, the second introduces his father, the third is the focus on himself.

Those are some brilliant limmericks!

But, euhm... Tymber; would it be possible to post yours with regular text? It's kinda hard to read with that font on that background.

Redhead Ember wrote:

euhm... Tymber; would it be possible to post yours with regular text? It's kinda hard to read with that font on that background.

Sure!

"Who Am I?" (c) 2015, Tawmis.

Mother wore a beautiful mask;
But it was just a disguise.
She had a vision, a purpose, a task;
All built upon lies.
She wove her web, each silken string,
Took control and devoured everything.

She was a spider, spinning her web of deceit,
She had it all, but still felt incomplete.
She found my father, and she felt an unusual desire,
And I was born through passionate flames and fire.

But what was once beautiful, became resentful,
She fed upon my father, and tortured my mind
Leaving only broken pieces behind.

OMG ... Lunakat! *claps* Me ... WE got a whole basket of limeriks out of this ... WELL filled!

You took darkest moments ... grim fate (oh ... how they deserved it!) and made it a fun read.
Those mind pictures you're drawing ar hilarious!
Shaman got toasted ...
Winnowill lost her head, ... DAMMIT  
and Guttlecraw sure wanted to fire his guards ... his style!
I like that I can feel some compassion in Two-Edge's rhyme.

*still chuckles*

Talking of a bell ringing ... was it your limerick about "Kureel rymes with eel", Lunakat?


Your limerick style comment on Tymber's contribution is the cherry on the cake! *bows*



The "promised" second banner - dark stories (turned into fun) and my own resentful thoughts made it easy to illustrate this dark side!



Now I hope someone will prove that the light side can be shown with those elements as well.

This picture is best chosen for your poem, Tymber!

Winnowill, beautiful and shiny, even as a sark shadow.
The beautiful mask hiding the web of lies, her controlling nature ... it illustrates the words going right with it.

Smelt, the shadow of anTroll, hardly known to the reader.
Even in the poem he's pictured a tool more than as an individual.

Two-Edge at last ... lost.
There was not much left of that pitiful child of two worlds at this point. Your words tell - the decreasing lines seem to prove.


One plea, Tymber - can you shrink the picture to half of its original size? Preferably with an embedded link to the full sized illustration to make the well chosen font shine?
The way it's now it makes normal text almost unreadable ... a seemingly endless line half hidden on smaller screens.

Embala wrote:

This picture is best chosen for your poem, Tymber!
Winnowill, beautiful and shiny, even as a sark shadow.
The beautiful mask hiding the web of lies, her controlling nature ... it illustrates the words going right with it.
Smelt, the shadow of anTroll, hardly known to the reader.
Even in the poem he's pictured a tool more than as an individual.
Two-Edge at last ... lost.
There was not much left of that pitiful child of two worlds at this point. Your words tell - the decreasing lines seem to prove.
One plea, Tymber - can you shrink the picture to half of its original size? Preferably with an embedded link to the full sized illustration to make the well chosen font shine?
The way it's now it makes normal text almost unreadable ... a seemingly endless line half hidden on smaller screens.

This work?

Embala wrote:

Now I hope someone will prove that the light side can be shown with those elements as well.

I don't do happy well. It's just not in me. But...

Holy cow, so many minds at work, spinning away poetic visions like wildfire!

So many poems this time around! I wish I had that gift, but I am glad I get to enjoy what others can do!


For my part, I feel a little weak this month. I'll see if I can come up with something for Grubfinder to do, but for now this is what popped out on the keyboard:



The spider wove her way around the branch, linking each strand in a highly precise geometrical pattern whose sole purpose was to be destroyed by prey meeting their doom. As the web neared its completion, the strands reflected an orange glow here and there, a mild contrast with the browns, dusty greens, and medium grays of a forest struggling to survive a summer drought.

Passing creatures below created a breeze, sending her spinning while she hung by a thread. The panting of wolves in time with the weak thud of their feet had broken the stillness and sent a variety of flying insects hurdling though the air in all directions. Three mosquitoes and a moth quickly found their paths interrupted abruptly by the spider’s web, ever becoming more entangled the more they struggled. The spider quickly dealt with the insects, wrapping them for later and set about repairing the damage done.

Spiders are crafty creatures: finding good locations to create their webs, in the path of many unsuspecting bugs, near places bugs would continue to be for some time. It could be said that even so small of a creature might have vision to foretell such things. To be born into the world with the ability to know what dark place harbored more than just one chance flying ant, termite, flea, tick, or other tasty morsel, at distances that might be hundreds or thousands of body-lengths away… this was an art of foresight and cunning for such a tiny creature, placing that strand just so, and knowing without resentment that if that strand did its job, it would need replaced time and time again.

But even with such careful work creating deadly art, this spider could not know that that glow reflected in her web was her own doom as a deadly web of another kind grew to attempt to ensnare other victims. A web of fire that was not so well thought out, its weaver bent solely on destruction of its prey with little planning or forethought, that, in the end, ensnared its own creators and everything else around it, but failed to trap those very wolves that had run under the spider moments before, nor their riders, who found their own path out of the crudely produced trap.

But who is to say that their struggle to get out of this trap did not ensnare them more completely in the web of another?

*sigh of relief* For a moment I thought the first version with the interesting font is gone! It works so well with the background picture and the written word - it adds to the vibe.

The revised version works well for me in the thread post ... and the extra text version is helpful, too. I absolutely love that you have used this broken "rearranged" font for the title, Tymber! It's this extra piece of illustration ... I also like to play with.


You took my little challenge and made a happy story!

Tymber wrote:

This poem feels like it happened somewhen in the time and story gaps of the Final Quest. A helpful Preserver, a peaceful slumber, a healed heart ... and a home waiting for the wanderer. Love it.
( there's a k missing in becon..?)
And it goes with an illustration again ... well edited. Firewing is of vibrant red indeed!
Take a look at the coding I've used for the quote. It's slightly laborious but a neat trick to solve problems with BIG pictures.


Always write what comes to mind, Hammer ... especially when it great like that! An amazing view on the microcosm. This kind of describtion needs a lot of observation, awareness and love for nature. And you made it a piece of EQ.
You've connected the tiny spider to a distictive moment. You compared the wisdom of nature to the stupidity of misleaded human actions. You've connected the microcosm of the spider weg to the big picture of EQ. And ... you made me feel sorry for the spider.
A presiously woven snippet.

Passion

Passion burns
desire
fire!
Caught inside a spider’s snare.

False vision made your head go spinning;
a resentful marriage never works.

Hm... short. And cryptic. Redhead at her best! ^^


I'm not sure what it is about. There are ideas - one ... or two or three. But mainlly the feeling that I miss something. Speaking of Spider and marriage I've decided to go for the most obvious suspects ...

And you are of course right.

I knew I had to write about this when spider was chosen as a theme.

Embala wrote:

*sigh of relief* For a moment I thought the first version with the interesting forn is gone! It works so well with the background picture and the written word - it adds to the vibe.

I thought so too. Two-Edge's font, if I remember correctly, was like the Preserver's - it was different than the regular text in the Original Quest. (Or maybe I am misremembering?) And I thought a "fancy" font fit his telling.

Embala wrote:

The revised version works well for me in the thread post ... and the extra text version is helpful, too. I absolutely love that you have used this broken "rearranged" font for the title, Tymber! It's this extra piece of illustration ... I also like to play with.

I love the IMPACT font.

Embala wrote:

You took my little challenge and made a happy story!
This poem feels like it happened somewhen in the time and story gaps of the Final Quest. A helpful Preserver, a peaceful slumber, a healed heart ... and a home waiting for the wanderer. Love it.

Yeah, didn't even mentally have a place for any sort of time line. But when I think happy and "webs" - I think Preserver, because they're so blissfully joyful.

Embala wrote:

( there's a k missing in becon..?)

You are correct! I did miss that.

Embala wrote:

And it goes with an illustration again ... well edited. Firewing is of vibrant red indeed!

Thank you!

Redhead Ember wrote:

Passion

Passion burns
desire
fire!
Caught inside a spider’s snare.

False vision made your head go spinning;
a resentful marriage never works.

Y'know, I was gonna peg that as Winnowill and  Rayek.  The first part sounds like their meeting at Blue Mountain and the second part sounds like everything after the Second Palace War.

Not everything is about Rayek, y'know.