[Kaylin88100]

Oh wow. I have to get in on this…
http://i1111.photobucket.com/albums/h464/Kaylin88100/Elfinthewoods.png
It’s an elven funeral. I’ve never been happy with it, but don’t know how to fix it.

[Kaylin88100]

Oh wow. I stop paying attention for three weeks, get back and you hit me with this? Wow. Your attention to detail, especially the faces, is astounding.

[Kaylin88100]

Does this count? I made them a while ago, using the same base and similar clothes for each one.

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I made a self portrait of myself wearing a rainbow t-shirt. I wish I owned one.

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I saw DiCicatriz’s rainbow tutorial and couldn’t resist making something, so I rainbowficated a t-shirt and then somehow it turned into a self-portrait of me wearing a rainbow t-shirt, just because.

I might update it with some text that says “ALLY” at some point, or I might not.

…Do you think I should use it as a profile pic?

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@prswirve said:

Go ahead Kaylin jumpstart it.

Me? I wouldn’t know where to start…

[Kaylin88100]

That sounds like fun. Maybe we could start up something like that on here?

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@Herr D said:

Don’t stop. It’s summer. Visitors and commenters on most peoples’ sites die down a bit.
Tris is good. What’s an Omega–the ‘low mutt?’
Are you going with “The One” theory that there’s a similar individual to every significant historical character on every Earth-clone in every alternate universe? You know, what with your place being Kairula and not Earth.
Anyway, when it comes to Arthurian legend, I’m just glad the family was into dragons for symbols and not fantasy creatures named ‘Itentiaries,’ or ‘Tuprages,’ or something worse.

If you want to know what an Omega is, look it up. It’s what I created the wiki for, after all.

The Arthur in the story is a modern-day descendant of the legendary one. His life does parallel the original in some ways, but not in others. For example, his father didn’t die when he was a baby, and is in fact still alive when he becomes king.

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@Lightningsword said:

He looks wise. I believe that story.

Umm…thanks?

Seriously, thanks for your feedback. If I don’t get any, I’ll probably stop posting these.

[Kaylin88100]

Kairulan Facts of the Week #7:
The story of Tris

The story, told by Tris
My name is Tris, and I am a lupus. I am also – and this is what makes me unique even among the few Omega lupi in existence – a sylvan. There are no other sylvan lupi on Kairula, for one simple reason: I am the first of my kind in over 100 years to have met a lupus, or even a human. My people – my former people, I should say – keep to themselves in a remote part of the Westerwood, where the only visitors are the occasional moredhel who strays too far south on a hunting trip, or who urgently needs our healing skills for one of their own people. While the eledhel may be skilled workers of green magic, the moredhel have sadly lost this affinity over their centuries of dealing in darker forces, and so they must turn to us for healing.

I say “our” and “us” from habit, but the truth is that the sylvans I grew up with would not now consider me to be one of them, and I am beginning to find that I do not, either. When I lived in the forest enclave that was my childhood home, I felt continually stifled and restricted by the strict rules laid down by the elders – which, I grant, are the reason the sylvan race has survived so long, but it has always seemed to me that mere survival is a poor substitute for truly living.

This attitude, which seemed to my thirteen-year-old self to be unique among my people, is a large part of the reason why on one particular day, in the summer of 1982, I was walking through a part of the forest that was quite near to the eledhel city of Lothiliviel, and had the fortune – or misfortune, as my family would have it – to hear a child screaming for help quite close by. As, I am sure, any rational person would have done in my place, I rushed towards the sound – and saw my first lupus, although I did not recognise him as such at the time. I saw an orange-haired human child, a boy perhaps three years my junior, whose foot had caught in a rabbit hole and caused him to trip, breaking his leg. There were no other people in sight, nor could I hear any coming to his aid.

One of the cardinal rules of our people, which had been instilled into me from a very young age, is that no sylvan may ever show himself to an outsider without permission from the elders. If I wanted to help the child, I would have to approach him, and therefore break that rule. Most of my peers would have dismissed the human and moved on, but there was something about this boy that fascinated me. Perhaps it was simply the allure of the unknown; he was, as I have said, the first person I had seen that was not an elf or another sylvan, and therefore strange and new. Perhaps I was simply looking for an excuse to disobey the elders.

Whatever my reasons, I approached the boy, spoke to him and healed his broken leg. We exchanged names, and I learned that he was Arthur Pendragon, a prince and the son of the King of Theriven. He was in the Westerwood, rather than at home in Camelot, because his father had brought him to Lothiliviel to meet his future bride. I then helped him find his way back to the lupus guards who were looking for him, and went on my way with mixed feelings: I was happy to have helped Arthur, and to have used my powers to do something good for another person, but also felt nervous and guilty because I had broken a rule.

I had originally hoped that I might be able to hide my infraction from the rest of my village, but it was not to be. My younger sister Maie had followed me and seen everything, and naturally she immediately told our mother, who was horrified and dragged me before the village elders. For breaking one of the cardinal rules and potentially endangering the enclave, I was banished and sent out to roam the forest alone, and that might have been my fate for the rest of my life had I not encountered Arthur, for a second time, five weeks later.

During those weeks, while I had been living wild in the forest, he had been in Lothiliviel in the lap of luxury. However, he had grown tired of the strictly vegetarian diet of the eledhel and had persuaded his father that they should take a hunting party into the Westerwood to obtain some meat. In his youthful enthusiasm for the hunt, the boy had been separated from the rest of the party, and subsequently cornered by a large, brown mother bear protecting her cubs.

As I happened upon the scene, a paw the size of a dinner-plate was poised above the young prince’s head, about to deal a crushing blow. Leaping forward, I pushed Arthur out of the way, the bear’s claws leaving three gashes down the side of my face. I carry the scars to this day, but the boy survived unharmed and has now ruled in Camelot these last nineteen years, in his father’s place.

For saving the life of his son and heir, King Uther rewarded me with a place in his court, as assistant to his healer. It was not very many years before I was the royal healer myself, my master having declared that he had no more to teach me; indeed, he had learnt more from me than I ever learnt from him.

I am now forty-four years old, and I have been a lupus for the last nineteen of those. When I was twenty-five, I came before Arthur and his father, having thought about the matter at great length, and petitioned to become a member of their pack. My petition was accepted as a fair reward for my twelve years of service in Camelot, and I was turned at the next full moon. The King and Prince were delighted to find that I was an Omega, the first the pack had seen in nearly half a century, but their feelings could not compare to the joy I felt at finally having a place to belong.

A picture of Tris:
http://i1111.photobucket.com/albums/h464/Kaylin88100/Sylvan2-Tris11.png

Sylvans:
http://i1111.photobucket.com/albums/h464/Kaylin88100/Sylvans-1.png

[Kaylin88100]

Okay, so I’m going on holiday tomorrow and won’t be back until the 26th. That means there’ll be no Facts of the Week next weekend, or if there are they won’t appear till Tuesday (the 27th). However, I do have something prepared for this week, and I’ll post it tomorrow morning before I leave. I don’t know who suggested this, but I think it might have been Herr D who asked a question about Tris, who’s mentioned on the Sylvans page. I’ve been meaning to write his story for a while, and I finally decided it was time. So, tomorrow you get a story – and a better picture of Tris, who’s actually the one on the left in the Sylvans picture. Also mentioned in the story are the other two: his younger sister Maie, and a village elder, Gern, who isn’t mentioned by name.

But you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for all that. Seeya!

[Kaylin88100]

Okay, I fixed it. I figured out the problem: when I copied and pasted the text originally, I pasted it twice instead of once. Problem solved, and it’s now loading fine.

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Hmm…it’s not letting me upload it either. Strange…
Let’s see if I can get another file to upload? No? OK…maybe it’s my computer, or maybe the file uploading system is down, I don’t know. Either way, it’s annoying. It’s not a problem with Internet Explorer, either – I’m on Chrome for this.

[Kaylin88100]

Wow, that’s cool!
Thanks, Harlekin.

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I think Nobody and Atomic Punk have made Anubis before. Have a look through their Character threads.

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