Creed Reports on the Harbingers

Creed sent the following report to TMN:

Hail Para!

It certainly has been an eventful couple of weeks!

Chance and I have both been busy sketching and trying to at least observe, if not scribble notes, when interesting events have happened around Puddleby. Here are some of our latest submissions.

We were not present for every one of the harbinger "invasions," but we did get sketches of two more of them (in addition to what's been posted before). I thought that exiles who missed some of these exciting incidents might like to see:

Rockodiles: fifth (?) Harbinger

Drakes: twelfth and final Harbinger

On to Savage Saturday! I made quite a few sketches during those wild 'n' crazy hours, and so did Chance. I haven't put these events in any real order; it's hard to remember now in what order they occurred.

Chum speaks! I had a rather content-free conversation with Chum, but it was funny that he talked at all.

Creed's pony: I prayed and prayed to the gods to make me into a pony until it actually killed me. Then "it" killed a whole bunch of exiles.

Various strange and deadly monsters appeared throughout the afternoon, including baby plesiodons and their mama, Largo's Bathhouse Crush, Kerrah's Wildest Dream, drakes, killer leeches, and even killer zu.

Baby Plesio

Bloodthorn

Drakes, Mantuan

Kerrah's Dream

Killer Zu

Largo transformed

Largo transformed 2

Largo's Bathhouse Crush 1

Largo's Bathhouse Crush 2

Leeches, meshra

Mama Plesio

Mama Plesio 2

Mama Plesio 3

Megamouths

Megamouths 2

Rats, lightning

A Snowy Place

Spriggins

The gods let us play with all sorts of strange items, and teased us with others that we couldn't pick up.

The gods also teased us a bit with their senses of humor. At one point, creatures called Rangers appeared in town. They looked like comical gnomes and ran around calling for "lasties" on various exiles. I believe someone said that Mystics were also lampooned, but I didn't get a sketch of that.

In the end, the gods reminded us of their power with great bursts of lightning.

It was all in good fun, but I know I was glad when Puddleby returned to being about as normal as Puddleby gets. Of course, the message from the last harbinger does remain in east field, a puzzle begging to be solved.

Cheers,
-Creed

Posted by Para at December 08, 2007 06:55 PM