Posted in D&D

Dungeons, but no dragons

When dice have a mind of their own,

though the possibility is known,

still last weekend was absurd

and with death did we flirt.

The wench, courageous and undaunted,

with her fiery flail she flaunted.

Only to be put in place,

her cleric level back to base.

When monster gazed into eyes, 

his will empowered through the dice, 

in cowering fright on floor she crawled

and shivering with eyes red, she bawled,

until her siblings saved her ass

and brought her back to mighty class.

Then from the corner a new beast stirs

and yet another fight is hers.

A hellish spider from the abyss

bit her straight back into paralysis.

A second rescue attempt was made,

lucky for her the fiend took bait.

The wizard, fighter and the scout

dragged her, found a safe way out.

And from the dungeon they fled in shame

just in case a dragon came.

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Another great Dungeons & Dragons weekend has passed. And though my part in the game was a failure challenge, it was awesome! Thanks so much, my Xaniqos siblings and great DM. I can’t wait until next time.

You can read all about our adventures on my website Dungeon DuTchess.

Posted in Animals, Nature, Photo, Photo challenge

Weekly Photo Challenge: Delicate

Share a picture that means DELICATE to you, Michelle said. Delicate could be the tracings of frost on a window, a child’s tiny fingers and toes, the intricate pattern of a tree’s canopy, or something yet-to-be-discovered. So much of this challenge depends on your interpretation of “delicate,” and we look forward to seeing the range of images you capture.

I chose these delicate spiderwebs, nestled in soft whiteness:

~ click the photo for a larger image ~

Delicate

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Over at WordPress you will find more Delicate photos!

Posted in D&D, Writing

About Evil Dwarves and Delvers

YES, I made it in time before our next session. In one week the Dungeons & Dragons madness will continue. If you want to follow us on our adventures, you are more than welcome to travel along. There are five episodes in the last session:

  1. Road to Dunspeirrin
  2. Spider Silk
  3. Even more spiders
  4. Dunspeirrin
  5. The Delver

It is hard to find fitting images, so I created one myself

And those two round things are spiders! Yes, they are! See, eight legs 😉

I hope you will have fun reading about our crazy actions in the land of the Underdark.

Posted in Nature, Photo, Sunday Post

Sunday Post: Close-up

Since it has got to be Sunday somewhere already and I don’t have time tomorrow, my Sunday post will go up now.

Jake Sprinter’s assignment for this week is CLOSE-UP.

Close-ups are used in many ways, for many reasons. In filmmaking, television production, still photography and the comic strip medium a close-up tightly frames a person or an object. Close-ups are one of the standard shots used regularly with medium shots and long shots (cinematic techniques). Close-ups display the most detail, but they do not include the broader scene. Moving in to a close-up or away from a close-up is a common type of zooming. 

My favorite way of making photos! 😀 And because of that, I decided to publish multiple images. Please click on the photos for the original (larger) size.

Have a close weekend!

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More close-upness in Jake Sprinter’s Sunday Post.

Posted in Nature, Stories

Gusts of autumn

Trees, attacked by wind clippers, have to let go of their green fur. Tired leaves flutter down and adorn the ground with a carpet of colors. Squirrels – busy with certified free-range acorns – stare in the distance with their black bead eyes, like they want to inculcate the whereabouts of winter supplies in their tiny red heads. Wood gnomes stand in line at the Garden Center, where a variety of mushrooms is on sale.

Soon the wind whirls around in search of chinks and holes, bumping into heated houses. Rain adorns windows with glistening drops, revealing a warm family life. Summer dresses and short skirts battle winter coats and woolly scarves, and eventually have to yield to thick leggings and fur coated boots. How ‘horrible’, hibernating in a cozy dry closet, while the vanquishers defy wind gusts and seeping rain.

Still the dehydrated indoor air germinates an anxiety for the rugged outdoors: it’s better to have the dark blush of a kingfisher than the white cheeks of a sparrow.

During a walk in the woods, the muse whispers softly:

Tender threads
delicate but tenacious
woven into a pattern
of intricate symmetry

Filmy lace
catches drops of dew
and reflects sun light
deep into your heart


With pursed lips, a fat spider awaits unsuspecting passersby in the middle of her sparse structure, so she can gaze deep into their eyes. Only her elects are surprised by a kiss on the lips. Usually this caress results in a bloodcurdling scream from the hiking party, followed by spitting out web remnants. Indignant the eight-legged madame turns around and grabs her tool box. Always the same with those two-leggers!


Slightly upset by this intimate encounter with the offspring of Mother Nature, the fur-coated legs return home, following the lure of a steaming cup of chocolate milk, a glass of herbal tea (the coffee pot only plays a minor roll in this house), hearty pea soup. Mulled or red wine, a sip of whisky. Or a hot bath.

Then a new day is born. Many a biorhythm has difficulties with the dark cold salute that blows in through the open window. King Frost waves his chilly scepter and covers the cars in hoarfrost. Isn’t that great: this monarch provides free morning exercises! The parking lot’s barrier suffers from RSI but bravely toils onwards: the university opens her arms and doors wide in a warm embrace, even in autumn…