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Okay- its thanksgiving! Let’s try a thanksgiving story! — Once upon a time there was a turkey, boy was it delicious! The End — (Can’t say I never finished a story now, can’ye?) Happy Thanksgiving everybody! ty,DD << First < Prev Next > Last >> aWLoN! prt.1 Black Noon aWLoN! prt.2 Swordbearer aWLoN! prt.3 Chalice…
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I’m going to take a moment to say, as unfortunate as it is to have a Hitch, Mitch and a Dutch- I’d like to point-out, they were characters brought in several years apart. The fact that last week, I called ‘Hitch’, ‘Hutch’, for most of the week (long since been fixed) probably added to the…
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By David C. Daoust The tick, every second it was there, like a clock… he was not sure where it was coming from though. It helped him steady himself, helped him prepare… the wait was the hard part. Actually, he realized, it was the standing still. Colin Vice was never in such a holo-mech as…
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Hear tell the tale of the muses, a tale they’ll love to tell if you’re one to listen– A tale of a small pack of ancient wolves that used to roam the lowlands. Lands that were known to fill with a blanket of mist, so thick, one could not see their own hand in front…
It’s Halloween!- NOPE! It’s almost Halloween! As such, I took the week to work on this years ‘Halloween Special’– which would be why no new Scribe went up this week… and now no new ‘aWLoN!’ today. This worked out great because I had such strong posts LAST week. Posts which I really did not want…
By David C. Daoust It actually took about ten to fifteen seconds for the Monolith to connect to a new form. Wasn’t really so for a form already in use. But a new one, that you haven’t been into yet, like, off the factory floor… there was that little bit of a wait time. Normally,…
Lost in the sprawling corridors of Dath’ryn’vale, our small fellowship of adventurers have become completely separated from the very person they had agreed to escort… Is it my fault? Did I cause this? Hmmf! Well- I guess we’ll show them what happens when you leave your narrator behind! This story begins long ago, so long…
By David C. Daoust “A long time ago, there were these stories that made their way around the Onion,” Gordon Hitch began as he casually tossed a small holo-mech from one hand to the other. He held the small device up before him as he collected his thoughts and tried to explain, “They were like…
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By David C. Daoust Colin was a bit too distracted by the severed robot-hands, still attached to his upper arms, to really pay attention to what the nurse was saying. In fact, even if he had been paying attention, the cryptic garble that she had spouted upon their arrival, probably would not have made much…
For anyone that happened to watch my Stream a couple years ago- Great News– ‘Mimiron’s Head’ finally dropped for me. Ah-ha! Thank you, thank you. For those of you who don’t know what the hell I am talking about, well, you missed out on my stream! Just kidding. I’ll try to explain. A couple years…
By David C. Daoust While it was true that Gordon Hitch was getting older- it hardly showed. The challenges in his life were few and far between, each overcome with a grace and style any onlooker, he was sure, would find impressive. Not only had he been top of his class, in every class, he…
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I spent so much time painting this, that I didn’t finish the writing part of this weeks post! 😀 Better luck next week! ty, DD << First < Prev Next > Last >> aWLoN! prt.1 Black Noon aWLoN! prt.2 Swordbearer aWLoN! prt.3 Chalice Squire’s End Bard Song Halloween Special Origins Efreet’s Solo Raid! Meteor Zero
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By David C. Daoust Deep within the old abandoned bowels of Halfhul, two men could be found hurrying within corridors what were otherwise completely barren of people. The urgency in their step was that of those who had just barely escaped a deadly situation. The thrill was there, still in their eyes, pumping from their…
By David C. Daoust The Hub– the simulated world built primarily to maintain knowledge of past worlds. Worlds that were left behind, so long ago, when mankind was forced to abandon their native solar system, lest they find themselves swallowed by the Swelling Sun. In this day and age much of what the Hub truly…
Deep within the dwarven City of Dath’ryn’vale… stands the somewhat bewildered Oliver. The young scribe, surrounded by his trusted friends– A small group of adventurers, who have recently found themselves plucked from their normal quest line, not only sidestepping a demon invasion of somewhat mild danger, but commandeered entirely by a new quest-giver. Swept up…
By David C. Daoust One minute, Colin Vice was trudging along, arms pinned by the vice-like grip of the serpentine construct that currently forced him to march forward. The next, he was trying to track, what he could swear, was an inky black shadow… It first appeared as the pair crossed a cross section…
The pitch blackness seemed to blot out every corner of reality. As though to suck said reality into some horribly vile void for which, surely, there was no escape! Or so the Scribe of Nightsong, Oliver, thought, as his eyes seemed to become lost in the nothingness. He searched for some wisp of light, some…
By David C. Daoust Still, stagnate, heat blasted air, stifling— dark, with a cacophony of industrial noise that seemed to vibrate the very hull of the repurposed Crucible of Halfhul. ‘Who would want to come down here?’ Colin Vice thought, once again, as he stewed in his predicament. The hard metal floor– made up…
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you- The funniest page ever made! (yep, this is what I managed to restore from that blue screen of death debacle a few weeks back!) Quality, single page print of this one image… um… $1,000,000.00! Don’t fall for the imitators, guys. I think this might have been a better joke…
By David C. Daoust The Organization stretched throughout the Solar System. However, Bernard found himself living and working, the most, among the people of the Trade Consortium. His friendship with Zeke Otomo, led to many business opportunities. The two were a symbiotic pair; one side on the up-and-up, the other, hidden in the shadows….
I so do not want to redo that entire page! For those that missed what’s going on around here, (a couple weeks ago) I had just started to put the finishing touches on the latest ‘Scribe of Nightsong’ page, when my computer went fucking ape shit crazy and showed me the blue screen of death!…
By David C. Daoust Far and wide, the city-stations throughout the Onion were ruled by the Royal Alliance. Through most of recent history they existed as these ‘remnants of the past’- where those of the populous that simply did not wish change- held out for, well, not something more, so much as… more of…
By David C. Daoust Bernard Vice kept pace with the starship captain as her long stride made short work of the corridors through the bowels of the stolen freighter. One of many stolen freighters, that was quickly forming a fleet. A fleet Bernard dubbed, ‘the Unheard’. “Well, I wish I knew what to tell…
By David C. Daoust Just as all the Onion were not shady smugglers dodging hapless guards, it was not ALL shiny happy people trying to make it through their lives- in the dark, in the shadows, there were grim men, monsters, covered in blood and numb to their own actions. Men with no care…
By David C. Daoust Colin Vice moved like a shadow through the lower passageways of the old repurposed Crucible of Halfhul. One foot in front of the other, just, with the added intention of not being heard. Nor seen, really, but the lighting was sparse and far between. Not to mention these levels were…
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By David C. Daoust Fancy’s day, had certainly taken a turn. It would surely affect her entire stay on Twin Crown- of this, she was certain. In point of fact, the sheriff had been shot! Shot before her very own eyes. Oh, but for the mystery: Why? Why had he been shot? This is…
By David C. Daoust Sheriff Dunn felt like he missed a lot. Driving the boxy brown land-speeder back through the newly refurbished gates of Grady, and then to find the entirety of the town restored… Well, he’d felt the reconstruction was inevitable from day one, though still, somewhat disorienting to find it all in…
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By David C. Daoust It was the guilt in his stomach that bogged him down. This weight up through his chest, over his shoulders. He’d felt like he’d been carrying it around ever since… There was that knowledge, that anger at himself- Jace Bram knew that the beating of Sadie Blue was his fault….
By David C. Daoust Raymond was a grim man, he knew it. He was known for it. More, he was a grim thug of a man and he knew that too. Raymond had spent most of his days since being ‘appointed’, standing on a holostage, meeting with officials throughout the UM; separate moons, separate…
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By David C. Daoust They were in the newly rebuilt upper offices of the Bram Family Nursing Home. It was a conference room, usually used primarily for business. Today, however, it had been commandeered by the actual Bram family. Most of the family, that is. “Of course, I didn’t!” his youngest son, Dylan, protested….
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By David C. Daoust Eduardo Bram was not born a wealthy man. In truth, he was born anything but. There were times, when he was young, he would awake in the night, just like any boy, rich or poor, wander out into the kitchen for water, flick on the light- that boy found himself…
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You demanded it- she’s back. Witness the Plight of Fancy! ty,DD By David C. Daoust Willian Fossick, Jr. was said to be the son, and heir-apparent, of the legendary detective of the same name. His ‘father’ had scoured the Onion for its mysteries- and made a pretty penny doing so. That is of course…
By David C. Daoust Its that little path of anger that had taken root in her mind, like a highway to just about every horrible thought she could imagine. Sadie Blue was sick of it. It was not always like this- it used to be her mind could wander- meander through whatever whimsical series…
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I actually made this quite a few years ago. It was pretty much just for me to see, to help me keep track of it all. Now that we got a UM and Protectorate moving in on the Big Govs, I got it out and started moving flags around just to try and figure out…
aWLoN!prt.4 starts here! By David C. Daoust Elma Parks slipped out of her room with a bit more energy than she had in weeks- maybe months. She made her way down the hallway, the small droid, pretty much a caddy for all her random remotes throughout the ritzy apartments she lived in with her mother,…
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By David C. Daoust He found himself standing before the community. His voice was loud, and it carried. He knew not what he was saying- the darkness had taken him. The voice that carried over the people, was rich and warm… and full of promise. He knew, the people, were glad to hear it….
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By David C. Daoust Dakota had gone her whole life without a clear picture of the Artificial Intelligence involved with the construction of the Onion. She knew about it, she knew it existed, she did not know the extent of its reach- or really that it held a consciousness. Even with the knowledge, now,…
By David C. Daoust Dakota was not a careless person. She was not a cold, ice queen. Admittedly, through her life, she had not had a whole lot of success with relationships. Mainly because she was a bit smarter than most- okay a lot smarter, than just about everybody, but that couldn’t be helped….
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By David C. Daoust Major was finally coming to terms with this strange new reality. Really, everyone was. Once the ‘Arklight Accord’ had been devised— all conflict, throughout the city-station, came to an end. The ‘true scions of Ergos’ had stopped the Wraiths from attacking, long enough, for the other parties involved to suss…
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By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo was on a Holostage of her own- flipping through the available feeds. Each, thanks to the small camera built into her agents’ armor. Her agents rarely knew when, exactly, she was going to be present– which she liked, kept her employees on their toes. They were less likely…
I had some last minute changes that led to me not liking some of my color choices for the new area. I considered just throwing up a black and white copy, but meh, I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. So, at 5am we’re back to– better luck next week! ty,DD << First <…
By David C. Daoust The grim faces of the armored soldiers, gave Clover pause. He was pretty sure he was in the right place- despite the fact he did not see the woman he sought. Instead he only witnessed the two guards before him, barking at his sudden appearance as he passed through the…
So… been a while since I updated ‘the Scribe of Nightsong’. I think I got rundown on it…. on the whole site, really. Most of my creative energy has been going into projects, elsewhere. Just random story ideas that got no where to go– and that I am not interested in posting here. We have…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo moved swiftly through the many corridors that led from Dakota’s lab, all the way to the central command center of the Red Faction ship. It was methodically designed, unlike any ship she had seen anywhere else in the Onion. It was well organized, and efficient, to a degree…
By David C. Daoust Dakota had a pretty solid hunch that Suzanne was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying. Dakota, however, was not kidding when she told Suzanne she may actually be mad. Having someone there, to bounce her ideas off, was as important to Dakota, as it was to Suzanne…
By David C. Daoust Suzanne found herself back in the lab, back in one of those conversations. By ‘one of those’, she means a conversation that really only ever makes sense to Dakota. The good doctor had just spent the past half hour telling Suzanne, how she has interacted with the past. Mind boggling…
By David C. Daoust Major Sims had to assume that these children in space suits, really weren’t terribly experienced at locking people up. And really, he felt like this was a good thing. Said a lot about someone, whether or not they were good at stripping someone of their personal liberties. Generally, if they…
By David C. Daoust Life, post the inescapable prison, has been a dreary dreamless nightmare. Ivan’s dream was his life. Always had been. The dream of a perfect world, orchestrated by the perfect institutions, raised from pure hope, by the infallible will of the Red Faction. In the past, he could see it, all—…
By David C. Daoust It’s like being in an abyss. So much information, so many ways to go. No way to know which is wrong, which is right. Ultimately, Clover should be okay with the idea, as an Agent of Ergos- flitting between the Black Beyond and the White Space that is their home…
Mya, the Cursed World by David C. Daoust She was running again. For someone made to be so strong, it seemed like Fiona Hart was always just cutting loose and flat-out running away. The pale blue, ghostly girl slid, bodily, over the tiles that covered the roof; her foot slipped a little too close to…
By David C. Daoust Major wasn’t going to lie– when he’d decided to just chuck it all, and grab some food, he had no idea just how many of these flying children there were. If he had to guess, make an estimation, that estimation would be- An army, there was an army. They were,…
By David C. Daoust Clover moved with purpose. When it came to the Wards of Ergos, ‘moving with purpose’ was not truly a thing one could tell- just by looking (considering they flew everywhere they went). One may note his legs were a little more tense than they would normally be; bent a bit…
250 comic strips! Here’s a link to my very first post ‘Paragon’ — from 6 years ago! Six years I’ve been doing this! Such hope at the time. Now its like, meh, anybody ever see this shit? Whatever. Join the site, post some comments, tell some friends about this place, and if you see some…
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By David C. Daoust Danielle Donaghy’s life was not without sudden revelations. Not only the kind that led one to a new path, a better life, or maybe open one to new areas of understanding. But also, the kind one secretly hoped, no one ever learns, they thought such situations may work in some other…
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By David C. Daoust The woman was a frail little thing, gaunt in the cheek, with stick-like arms. Armis Clemente, while witnessing this very sight daily, could not help but feel shocked. Wrapped in her arms was an infant, one that she bounced lightly, swaying back and forth. The child was not crying, though the…
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By David C. Daoust Following ‘flying’ beings, through a multi-tiered city, was proving far more trying than Major could have guessed. In point of fact, he had lost the Wraiths almost immediately. All he was going by now, was the general direction they were headed before they’d vanished from sight. All he could do was…
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By David C. Daoust Suzanne Otomo pushed her face down into the bunched-up pillow as she shifted her body around into a new position on the long mattress. She’d managed to secure herself the most comfortable mattress she could find. And why shouldn’t she? Without her, the ‘bots’ would’ve drained days ago, their leaders would…
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By David C. Daoust Clover was sprawled out over a long table. His face pressed against the solid surface as an endless array of data-tablets spread from one end to the other. Mismatched and unordered, many threatened to spill off onto the floor… to join those that already had. The young Ward was out, he’d…
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By David C. Daoust Danielle shifted nervously in her boots. She stood, alone, on one of the long walkways that stretched through the Galliant Hangars of Luxxon. A place she has been spending more and more of her time. Luxxon was her hometown, she was born and raised here. Nothing truly rang of home since…
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By David C. Daoust The city-stations of the Onion were teeming with life. Skyscrapers reigned paramount above, wrapped in walkways that varied from level to level, connecting bridges from structure to structure, like a great cubic grid that faded off in the distance; lost in a haze of atmospheric distortion. Every walkway packed with people,…
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By David C. Daoust Dakota’s stomach rumbled. She’d been scouting through the city-station far longer than she had intended, found herself regretting that she told Vincent she’d eat later. She could be munching on something right then and there– if she hadn’t been so absorbed with her breakthrough earlier. Fact was, she really wasn’t too…
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By David C. Daoust The nanites were working as a network, taking in every aspect of the city, and feeding it through to her holostage, Thus the hologram surrounding her, was formed of the millions of nanites, spread throughout the city-station, all feeding her data. The cityscape moved around her as she spun the small,…
Okay, rather than do Scribe’s update, I finished reworking the first four pages of Squire’s End. Why? I got a new way of doing things, that takes care of a lot of the old ‘fighting the computer’ problems. …So, good news on the Squire front. I was going to stop and do Scribe today, but…
Okay! I redid a little work on this weeks ‘Scribe of Nightsong’ page. Yes, I totally misspelled ‘different’. Thanks all! That’s not even the first time I misspelled that word. I’m probably too old to still have ‘problem words’ but whatever, it keeps happening. I think, subconsciously, I just like to be ‘differant’! Ha! Yeah,…
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By David C. Daoust It was like a long tendril, stretching through the room. She knew what they were, clouds of nanites, unperceivable to anyone else. Dakota, however, was in the body of her solid-light doppelganger, which allowed her to detect the nanites that flowed around her. Plunging into the microscopic worlds could only take…