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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2007 23:20:18 GMT -5
Continued Series[glow=blue,2,300] Twist of Fate: Part Two[/glow] *blinks at Fratimer’s new brother* Wow, that was sudden. Aw, it looks like he’s going to be good company for poor Fratimer. ^^ The little story about the storm in the first paragraph was nice, but seemed a little out of place, though it did emphasize Fratimer’s sense of being unwanted. I do like how Fratimer has the drive to stand up for himself rather than accepting Manda’s aid, though I hope he gains the confidence he needs to use that effectively. I think this is missing a “be”. That, or “taking” should be “take”. I looked up “pitiful” because I’d always thought it meant “one who is to be pitied” rather than “one who has pity”. The latter is apparently an archaic definition of the word. I think it’s rather uncommon now though. I think this development with the yellow puff ball is interesting, and I’m eager to see where Fratimer’s new brother takes the story. ^^ Thank you!!  And I should definitely do some proof reading next time I send something in xD I noticed those things too hah. As for the italics in the beginning, they all have a place when it comes to the end ^-^ It will make more sense, I promise! heh. And as for Vachello- I have a comic about him in an earlier comic I made a while ago; it sort of expresses his character more-as does part three of the story |
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Post by Nimras on Feb 23, 2007 18:06:04 GMT -5
Another Hero's Journey: Part Fiveby precious_katuch14 Oh, that’s so what Melissa needs right now… Three days of raining. I didn’t know Ruben was holed up where I live. Ruben and Omar seem too much alike to want to get on much. *grin* It’s funny how that works. Sword of the Shapeshifter: Part Threeby sarahleeadvent The mental image of Jeran being chained upside down is not good for my keyboard while I’m drinking cocoa. *snickerfits* *snerk* Yes, really really bad for my poor keyboard. And Kass at the end… Ohhh… *evil grin* Legend Seekers: Mysterious Magic - Part Fourby yatomiyuka Either Lisa is the wise one of the bunch or the air-head of the faeries… Hmm, paint brushes are expensive, the must have had a good reason for wanting to paint Pemero other than just wanting to make it harder for people to recognize him. At least that’s my guess…
The Mirror of Memories: Part Threeby sytra Malin seems to have … issues.  She’s not at all disturbed by finding someone in her bathroom when someone gives the excuse of playing hide and go seek and just ‘went in the wrong house’? And then she wants to give the complete stranger a bath? Scary woman.  And poor Kin, getting drug along for the whole adventure.
Twist of Fate: Part Twoby mandapanda9188 Heh, I love school nurses. “You got punched I the head, how do you feel?” Oh, just Ducky, thank you very much. Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I’m right there with Fratimer. If someone grabbed me and started yanking me about, I’d have decked him too.
The Adventures of Trina: The Return of the Staff - Part Twoby ummagine3284 Hehehe, the idea of someone using something they dug up on a archeological dig to defeat the Snowager tickles me. Oh, that’s not suspicious at all… No…
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Post by Nimras on Feb 23, 2007 18:14:22 GMT -5
Catching Up: Part Oneby extreme_fj0rd Ohh, Faerie Cloud Racers, I like that game, it will be interesting to see how you incorporate the game into the story. Of course the extra student would be a Dark Faerie. The idea of the first day of class looking more like bumper cars is scary yet funny. ^^
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Post by Nimras on Feb 23, 2007 18:35:33 GMT -5
Little Orby by tashni Poor Orby, getting zapped by the WoE just after he had the good luck of finding exactly the right NP. It may be just me, but did you use a different art medium to make the banner Orby as opposed to the Orby in the comic? They look… different. Jelly Restrictions Art by candykitty by pokemon_lunatic Anytime I see a royal Quiggle, I see the drag dressing Strophy. Does this make me a bad person? Was that a mouse trap his hand just got caught in? My fingers ache in sympathy! And the Meepits Outgrabe by kittylin Hehehe, what a way to bring up the ‘there’s someone new joining the family’ topic. *snickers* And only in Neopia could a ‘hallway’ become a ‘baby room.’ Grasping at Shadows: Technical Difficulties by mindsend *boggle* Trained… Meepits. Trained… I’m sorry, my mind can’t compute ‘trained’ and ‘Meepit’ in the same sentence. Especially in close proximity to each other… And the evil Meepit stare is creeping me out. Stop staring at me. Stop it. No Game Here - Illusen's New Fashion by kamikatze24 *gasp gasp* A Jhudora themed comic for Jhudora day! I admit I had to double take at the first panel to see the carrot, at first it just looked like he was getting an NP reward for doing a quest or something. Illusen looks disturbingly happy with her new look. The Happiest Quiggle by nut862 *gigglefits* You’d think if she didn’t want to know, she wouldn’t have asked… The sheer number of reasons is awesome. Faerie Blues by tristess Hehehe! Ungrateful Snow Faerie, she has no idea how much effort goes into some of that stuff. Love the way you portrayed distance in this comic. Their Own Little World by daughters_ofthe_moon Talk about an unorthodox way of getting your wish to come true… Very cute idea. ^^ |
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Post by Tashni on Feb 23, 2007 18:41:35 GMT -5
Little Orby by tashni It may be just me, but did you use a different art medium to make the banner Orby as opposed to the Orby in the comic? They look… different. Yes, I did. The banner I made at the same time as my first "Little Orby" comic, so the styling of Orby has changed. And then I was also using a different color palette for him. And last but not least, the banner was drawn by hand and colored on the computer, while this comic was the very first drawn entirely by tablet! (Hence the extremely poor anatomy of that Aisha.) |
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Post by Nimras on Feb 23, 2007 18:42:13 GMT -5
Fanmail for Jhudora
by star_29791
*dies of laughter*
I think I’ve gotten some of these letters. How terrifying. The idea of people sending Jhudora chatspeak-filled letters cracks me up.
The fact that at the end of the story she gives into her long held desire from the beginning of the story is a nice touch. ^^
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Post by Nimras on Feb 23, 2007 18:48:50 GMT -5
Only for Jhudora
by laurelinden
Also by precious_katuch14
Uh oh, I’m on cold medication and your picture has a moving background. Must… resist… urge to be… hypnotized…
Shiny….
Awww, I like how this isn’t a story where she’s just evil to be evil. Horray for Elisha.
I also like how you hinted that the Werelupe was some kind of test by Jhudora, or at last that Jhudora was able to see what it saw.
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Post by Nimras on Feb 23, 2007 19:06:16 GMT -5
Gross Food: Grossly Misunderstood?
by playmobil_is_my_life
Ewww…. Frog legs…
Heh, and article about gross food, with the argument that they’re not really gross. I think taste is in the mouth of the taster, but some things really won’t have … universal appeal.
*dies of laughter*
Making Guilds Fun!!!
by manda314
Coming from a very large, active guild I admit these articles always seem a little odd to me. Mostly because having multiple conversations going on in second nature. The triple exclamation point title scares me.
I admit the ‘board game’ section was confusing; I had to read that a couple times before it made sense. I love the caption contest idea though. *grin* I could have way more fun than is probably legal with that.
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Post by Nimras on Feb 23, 2007 19:17:56 GMT -5
Due to many requests... Despite the clear night time sky, and bright full moon, Jeran could hardly see. The thick branches filled with leaves managed to block out the silvery light of the heavens, and the blue Lupe didn't have his Kougra friend's night vision. There were times when his Lupe sense of smell was useful; this wasn’t one of them.
“Here it is,” Rolan whispered. “I knew there was a small path hidden around here somewhere. We should be able to follow it all the way to the ruins.”
Jeran shook his head, batting away a poking branch. So far tonight he'd managed to catch what seemed like every twig and branch in the whole forest in his ear. <i>Knowing my luck, I'll have either pierced them with a sharp branch, or have them rubbed bald by morning, the way my ears keep catching everything</i>. Jeran grinned to himself, imagining Mareian's reaction if that really happened.
“What's so funny?” Rolan gave him a sideways look. “You're grinning like Lisha when she finds a new book.”
“It's a long story.” Jeran wasn't sure he could even explain what was funny in the first place.
The small trail did make things easier; the number of poky things assaulting his ears as he walked went down dramatically. Idly the blue Lupe wondered if this small trail was all that remained of the main road that had led to the castle before it had fallen into ruin, becoming only a small road for explorers and hunters; or if it was a game trail that had come about generations later. He'd probably never know, but it gave him something to occupy his mind with as he and Rolan walked in silence.
“So Rolan,” Jeran asked, “what happened? I'm assuming Wellford wasn't just abandoned.”
“Civil war.” Rolan paused to climb over a tree trunk that had fallen across the trail. “Twin brothers; both claimed to be the eldest. They tore the country apart for years. Eventually, their younger sister ended up taking over while they were fighting, had them both arrested and became queen all on her own.” The yellow Kougra shot him a wry grin. “I don't think either one of the brothers had counted on her getting involved.”
“Well, it ended the war I suppose.”
“Pretty hard to keep fighting it when all your nobles are so sick of you that they pledge allegiance to someone else, and stop sending troops. Especially when you're in jail. Since Wellford was destroyed, she built her new castle where Brightvale Castle stands now. Part of the barracks we use now was the old outer wall in her time.”
Jeran shook his head. He was glad Meridell didn't have a long history of problems with royal succession. Meridell's founding royal family, the Sommers, had ruled fairly peacefully though the generations until the death of King Ethan. Prince Skarl of Brightvale had only taken the throne because everyone had thought the whole Meridellian royal family had been wiped out with the plague. It wasn't until recently Jeran had learned any better. He wasn't sure how many knew there were still people directly descended from the Sommers royal line alive; he figured it was probably less than he could count on one hand. However many or few there were though, he knew Skarl wasn't one of them.
The blue Lupe snorted softly to himself. Brightvale had too many royal children who wanted to take the throne, and Khalyen, Meridell's biological heir to the throne, had told Jeran point blank, “better you than me” when Skarl had decided that Jeran should be the next king after the blue Skeith. Mareian was just as bad as her brother, saying that ruling a kingdom sounded like her worst nightmare, though Jeran thought she'd make a very good queen.
Rolan reached out and grabbed Jeran's elbow, derailing the Lupe's train of thought. “We're here,” he whispered. “Keep your eyes and ears peeled; Jules might have left someone to guard.”
Forcing his attention back to the matter at hand, Jeran cautiously followed Rolan as the Kougra worked his way around the ruined castle. The yellow Kougra had obviously been here before, which made exploring much easier. Rolan stopped, nudging Jeran to get the Lupe's attention. “Over there,” he whispered, pointing to a pile of rubble. “Looks like the guard isn't very attentive, he's asleep.”
Straining his eyes, Jeran could just barely make out the outline of a dozing Bori, sitting crookedly against the pile of rubble. His pirate coloring blended into the aged granite; without Rolan's Kougra night vision, Jeran probably wouldn't have spotted him until he was right up to the Bori.
“Think he'll be much of a problem?” Rolan whispered as they crept quietly closer to the sleeping form.
Jeran gave a critical look to the sleeping Bori. The empty jug on the ground beside him suggested that he'd had a little help in falling asleep so deeply. Pulling his dagger from his sheath, Jeran hesitated, giving the snoozing guard a good look, then rapped the Bori in the head with the pommel. “Not anymore,” he said, keeping his voice quiet. “He'll be out at least until dawn.”
“I've got to learn how to do that.” Rolan looked at Jeran in admiration.
Jeran shrugged; when you were raised by a doctor you tended to pick up such talents. “Think our friend here had any companions?”
“I doubt it; otherwise there'd be two of them bickering over the jug.”
Jeran looked around the ruins; at least they were out from under the trees now. He may not be able to see as well as Rolan, but he wasn't in any danger of tripping over small bushes or rocks anymore. “I don't suppose you have any ideas on where the relics might be hidden around here?”
The yellow Kougra shrugged. “My best guess would be in one of the more intact buildings. I don't think they'd be left out in the open -- not only might some exploring kid come across them, but too many petpets might carry them off. After all, they are shiny.”
“That could put a kink in our plans.” Jeran grinned. “Jules really did hide them here, but some Albat took off with one of them and stowed it for winter.”
Rolan gave him a sour look. “Don't even tease about that; you're going to give me nightmares if we don't find them tonight.” Leading the way to one of the more intact walls, he pulled aside the bushes blocking the way to what had once apparently been a door, its wood now long ago rotted away.
“I hate Spyders.” Rolan grabbed a branch to sweep down the clinging webs. Clearing the way down the overgrown hallway, sweeping the webs out of the way the yellow Kougra continued. “They're such nasty, annoying creatures.”
“You do know that Lisha thinks they're cute, right?”
“Nobody's perfect.”
The painstakingly cleared of webs hallway proved to be a dead end, leading only to a mound of rocky dirt choked with overgrown weeds. As the night wore on, Jeran and Rolan ended up separating, working towards each other as they shifted though the piles of rubble and the halfway fallen ruins.
Jeran began to wish that he had brought Mareian along; an extra pair of hands would have been a big help. Finally, after shifting through a pile of stones that didn't look like they'd been touched in centuries, Jeran felt the slight hum of magic. Digging deeper, he uncovered a wooden box just big enough to hold a sword, a scepter, and a crown.
“Rolan! Over here.” Using his dagger as a lever, Jeran popped open the box. Three relics identical to the ones he'd seen in the vault. The blue Lupe grinned; their guess had been right after all.
“Good job,” Rolan congratulated, crouching next to him. The yellow Kougra opened a durable leather sack and placed the box and its contents into it. “There, that doesn't look like we're smuggling back in incredibly ancient and valuable relics, does it?”
Jeran snorted a laugh. “No, there's nothing suspicious about the two of us sneaking back into the castle with a big bulky sack thrown over your shoulder.”
“Was that sarcasm?”
Jeran gave his friend a flat look. “Forget the sack, maybe roll it up and stuff it in with the relics so they don't clink around.”
“We're not going to disguise the box?” Rolan looked extremely unconvinced.
“Who's going to be looking for it?” Jeran shrugged. “If anyone asks why you're carrying the crate, tell them it's for Lisha or something. Let's keep this as uncomplicated as possible.”
Rolan was silent as he led Jeran back to the small dirt path, the wooden crate tucked under his arm. Finally he asked, “Since when where you an authority on how to sneak things into the castle?”
“Since I've been spending a lot of time with Mareian.”
“That would do it.” Rolan grinned. “She's one woman who enjoys her job a little too much.” Adjusting his grip in the small crate, the yellow Kougra said with a hint of wistfulness, “I wish there was someone like that in Brightvale, we've got a lot of the same problems as Meridell.”
“She's taken.” Jeran made a face at Rolan’s laugh.
“My turn to ask a question,” Jeran paused to duck under a branch before it got his ears, “what are we going to do with these when we get them back to the castle?”
“I’ve got an idea,” Rolan said, “but I’ll need to talk it over with Mareian and Lisha first. For it to work, we’re going to need their help.”
Jeran hoped to be able to discuss it with Mareian and Lisha as soon as he and Rolan got safely into the castle, but it wasn’t meant to be. Lisha had retired to her bed hours before. Rolan carried the crate to the privacy of his room, while Jeran headed off to find his own bed.
Entering the common room of the wing reserved for the visiting Meridellians, Jeran found Mareian. It looked like she’d tried to wait up for him, but had fallen asleep on the couch. A book lying awkwardly on the ground suggested she’d been reading.
Kneeling beside the couch, Jeran gently shook her arm. “Hey,” he said, “you know, there are more comfortable places to sleep than that.”
Hazel eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice, not quite enough to wake. Carefully supporting her head, Jeran scooped up the sleeping pirate Lupess and carried her to her own – and probably far more comfortable – bed. She woke up a little bit as he was leaving, her alto voice mumbled though her sleepiness, “Any luck?”
“We found all three,” he reassured her. “They’re safe with Rolan.” He wasn’t sure she’d heard him; she was asleep again almost as soon as she’d asked the question.
At least she hadn’t asked him what the plan was. Jeran supposed he’d just have to wait until tomorrow when he, Rolan, Lisha, and Mareian could sneak some time together and figure out what they should do about a certain traitorous Zafara.
[shadow=purple,left,300] Chronicles of the Court Rogue: Jealousy - Nimras23Well, this was a shorter train of events. I like how Jeran and Rolan still managed to insert a little conversation into their mission without getting a tad too carefree. The transitions weren't too fast or too slow, which made this chapter, albeit not too action-packed or anything, an enjoyable read. Awww, Mareian was worried about Jeran. ^_^ Isn't that sweet. [/shadow] Mareian always worries about Jeran. He takes so much looking after, don't you know.  CCR: Jealousy by Nimras - Another good chapter. I want to know what the plan is! You said that a lot of this chapter was cut out? Mind telling us what it was? *puppy dog eyes* No! I'll never tell! *brick'd* Chronicles of the Court Rogue: Jealousy - Part Six - NimrasStory:Another wonderful part, Nimras. It flowed beautifully and was very interesting with good description and all that good stuff that I've already said in weeks prior. On the one hand, I don't know if I can say each part has been better than the last, but each part has been consistently as good, and that consistency is surely a good thing. Though it does happen to give me fewer words to say each week... You also mentioned that a lot was cut out. If possible, I'd love to know what it was, maybe even read it? Mechanics:Nothing much here, though in one instance I think the subjunctive case may have been needed, though since I'm not entirely certain of that, I'll leave it be. I also noticed, towards the end, a "though" that was probably meant to have been a "through." Though... Through... same thing... *shifty eyes* [glow=blue,2,300] Chronicles of the Court Rogue: Jealousy – Part Six[/glow] Ooh, the nighttime search for the relics was fun. The description was lovely and the witty banter between Jeran and Rolan was, as always, fun to read. I’m amused that Rolan doesn’t like Spyders, but more so that Lisha thinks they’re cute, and yet more so by by Rolan’s reaction to that. I can just see it. XD Like everyone else here, I’m curious about what was cut out from the chapter (I noticed Jeran carried Mareian to bed… ^^), but I thought the part stood on its own pretty well. Yeah, the one thing I figured might get cut stayed in, but the part I thought was pretty innocent gets cut. Who knows? |
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Post by Tashni on Feb 24, 2007 0:04:50 GMT -5
YAAAAY! Thank you for the sneek peek, Nim.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2007 13:08:47 GMT -5
Thanks, Nimras. ^_^ I enjoyed reading it, though I feel the one that was in the 'Times wasn't much different.
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Post by ohmandoh on Feb 24, 2007 16:10:04 GMT -5
Making Guilds Fun!!!by manda314 Coming from a very large, active guild I admit these articles always seem a little odd to me. Mostly because having multiple conversations going on in second nature. The triple exclamation point title scares me. I admit the ‘board game’ section was confusing; I had to read that a couple times before it made sense. I love the caption contest idea though. *grin* I could have way more fun than is probably legal with that. Thanks for the review. I sent the board game section in with indents, but they weren't used.  |
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Post by Kat on Feb 25, 2007 1:59:44 GMT -5
[shadow=purple,left,300]Thank you, everyone, for the reviews on AnHJ and "Only For Jhudora". ^_^[/shadow]
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Post by Nut on Feb 26, 2007 12:16:19 GMT -5
The Happiest Quiggle by nut862 *gigglefits* You’d think if she didn’t want to know, she wouldn’t have asked… The sheer number of reasons is awesome. Thanks for the review, Nimras. ^^ |
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And I should definitely do some proof reading next time I send something in xD I noticed those things too hah. As for the italics in the beginning, they all have a place when it comes to the end ^-^ It will make more sense, I promise! heh. And as for Vachello- I have a comic about him in an earlier comic I made a while ago; it sort of expresses his character more-as does part three of the story 
She’s not at all disturbed by finding someone in her bathroom when someone gives the excuse of playing hide and go seek and just ‘went in the wrong house’? And then she wants to give the complete stranger a bath? Scary woman. 
