I sort of imagine the gnomes using World War 1 style weapons. Maxim guns, square tanks, etc. I just hope that the officer in charge of those gnomes wears a monocle, massive mustache and the poshest British accent one could imagine.
That is what I’ve been saying all along…
BUT technically… those are Varren. Different spelling.
I’m sure what these wood elves are giving out aren’t alien fish-dogs.
Yeah, but the five missing people seems to be what’s spurring on Shanna’s quest, and Daedalus prompted the savage races’ attack on the wood elves before Shanna even found out about the tubes delivered to Hurricane…I think.
Anyway, we’ve had quite a few touchstones between Arkerra timeline and Sepia timeline, Daedalus in boxers=the night of that battle the troll and currently ghosted human ran off from to the cultist convention.
Which was before he crushed that guy’s head and had Carol dispose of the body.
Which in turn was before her confrontation with Shanna at the coffee shop.
First things first : Locking feelings down ain’t a bad thing. People tend to associate it with dishonesty, but it is quite the opposite in practice. Feelings aren’t selected by choice (though their expression can be readily controlled and their triggers modified), and are thus not an accurate representation of one’s personal appraisement. Furthermore, feelings are ill-suited to decision-making where efficacy and efficiency are concerned.
In the absence of opportunity to do away with emotion entirely, it serves as the practical choice to lock them tightly down and only exercise them under tight restriction and observation in non-sensitive situations.
… NOW… that aside…
Turns out I was only away from this site for half a year since the last archive-trawl. Meta-issues and all that.
But I’ve reached the end of the archive as of this moment again.
As I passed the point where I last did so, I noticed several people expressed confusion as to the nature of my marker-comment. Several others again expressed their distaste at my existence in general. Fair enough.
By way of an explanation, I tend to leave these marker-comments when I finish reading an archive as much for my future self as for anyone else reading. A way of gauging my progress through a webcomic for future reference while also letting “current reader” types that I have been doing so.
As I mentioned once in the past, the comments I leave throughout the archive are much akin to one walking through a graveyard and talking to the dead… I’m an archive-trawler. The way of daily readers is utterly alien to me and holds no appeal… so inevitably my perception of the passage of time in the communications that take place in these comments sections is quite different to those of a daily. Except for these points where I catch up to the present day at the end of an archive-trawl, all my comments are made long after the conversations they relate to have been forgotten in the past… so if it weren’t for these few marker-comments, it is quite possible I could remark upon entire archives while barely being noticed.
Again… I prefer it that way.
So… I hope that serves as an explanation of sorts for those who were confused.
As for the people who would rather I didn’t exist… I don’t begrudge you that opinion. People don’t like me, and I don’t like them… and that seems fair to me at least. If it gives you a little hope, democracy usually leaves me metaphorically beaten and raw-ringed in a back alley in the end. 9/10 people endorse gang-rape and all that.
Anyway… I’m done here… again… for now.
Hi and bye Phil. Hi and bye T. Hi and bye Waltrip-bros.
Keep up the good work! =)
Maybe see you in the next year or thereabouts.
Um… *raises hand* That’s something I would tell an older sibling who has/had similar relationship hurdles. That’s the kind of thing I have told my very closest friend when I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Not having an older sibling, I can tell you as an older sister that my little sister talks to me about relationships a lot and that often includes things that her partner(s) may prefer never see the light of day. However, she trusts me not to broadcast those secrets to the world and trusts me to not say anything to her partner(s) unless, like in this case, I feel the issue is something that could really harm her.
I only had to do that once because I recognized the symptoms of a particular type of a**hole and she didn’t, and the moment I confronted said partner about it he flipped his lid and showed my sister exactly what kind of person he was.
So yes, among family there may be some limits to sharing, but siblings, especially sisters who are emotionally close, will share things in nearly the same utter confidence as lovers.
Yeah, I can kind of see both sides to this one. If it were me personally I’d be kinda miffed… But Scipio doesn’t do anger.
On the other hand I completely understand the desire to protect a family member so Syr’Nj playing the card about extending the olive branch while also putting out a warning makes sense. I’ve done the same thing with my nieces and their boyfriends.
I disagree. What we saw Scipio tell her, he didn’t tell her to hold in confidence, nor did he reveal an exceptional amount of detail. The rest of the story we haven’t heard yet, though he may have told her more. Scipio’s a very smart person, though. He could likely have guessed that two sisters in a strange land involved with men of the same species might discuss them.
Note also that he doesn’t jumpt to conclusions about how much she knows, or get angry. He makes no mention of it being something she shouldn’t have told, just observes that Frn’j did tell her. His opening his eyes to look at her just looks like focusing in on the fact that she used that title. Taking note, as it were.
S’okay if you tell your family in code. That way you really aren’t directly telling them.
“My hubby has an issue; he thinks it’s a small nuisance, but it’s a matter of great impotence to me.”
“Mary seems sweet, but she has a heart of gold; I really digger.
“My Italiano boyfriend is fond of fog; he wantsa to be a fog. He says he plans to be a “big-a-mist”.
Girls will talk, I hear. No use in getting mad about your secrets getting spread, because you lack the context they were spread in (how different would you feel if she was speaking of you glowingly? Now don’t you feel like a dick? *Points to the door* )
No. No I don’t. Something said in confidence should be kept in confidence, the tone of the telling has no bearing on the breaking of that. There are good reasons to break said confidence, to be sure, but those reasons are extreme and rare.
Byron didn’t “learn better.” He was put into a rigorous, experimental chemical therapy program, to cure a condition he would never have been able to resolve through natural means. A condition for which the only “treatment” prior to that was, indeed, to lock down his feelings, because the alternative was people dying horribly. A condition which most people would have at best written him off for.
Comparing all that to a guy who’s more for actions than words really isn’t a remotely fair comparison, Syr’nj.
So…about those gnome riflemen.
One of my favorite games had a great line concerning the small races: “Never Trust Anything That’s Head-Height With Your Groin.”
Arming them with sharp pointy things makes me just….guh. The testicles I don’t have still shrank into my body at the thought.
Testicles or no testicles nobody likes bayonets and musket balls impacting their varryn grove. They’re cute though.
” I do not doubt his heart, only the reach of his arm.” Eomer, LOTR
If they are whacked before they can close they aren’t doing much groin stabbing.
I doubt the reach of their arms, not the reach of their blunderbusses, nor of the sharp, pointy things attached to the aforementioned.
thats why they have ranged weapons ;)
I know I’ve heard that somewhere before… Care to share the name of the game?
Better for everyone that they’re ranged attackers than front line meat shields.
British square, only without all the troubling kneeling down bit. Gnomes, Dwarves, Humans.
I sort of imagine the gnomes using World War 1 style weapons. Maxim guns, square tanks, etc. I just hope that the officer in charge of those gnomes wears a monocle, massive mustache and the poshest British accent one could imagine.
Named Melchit of course (probably spelt the name wrong :()
My problem is that every time the wood elves use that word, I always think of Mass Effect.
Implications… unpleasant.
That is what I’ve been saying all along…
BUT technically… those are Varren. Different spelling.
I’m sure what these wood elves are giving out aren’t alien fish-dogs.
I bet you are right, they are just normal regular fish.
The Fish-dogs are sent to the grove of shame.
*reads the alt-text*
…OMG! Syr’nj is Shanna. It all makes sense now!
…I’ll see myself out. -__-
Fr’Nj has always looked like Carol to me and if that goon Carol hired is Scipio…well, it sort of fits.
Except for the fact that they all can’t be in two places at once.
These things aren’t necessarily going on in direct parallel.
Yeah, but the five missing people seems to be what’s spurring on Shanna’s quest, and Daedalus prompted the savage races’ attack on the wood elves before Shanna even found out about the tubes delivered to Hurricane…I think.
Anyway, we’ve had quite a few touchstones between Arkerra timeline and Sepia timeline, Daedalus in boxers=the night of that battle the troll and currently ghosted human ran off from to the cultist convention.
Which was before he crushed that guy’s head and had Carol dispose of the body.
Which in turn was before her confrontation with Shanna at the coffee shop.
Okay, the alt-text made me chuckle.
Well, they do say people tend to end up with those who one way or another remind them of their parents.
My “Character Building” sense is tingling.
First things first : Locking feelings down ain’t a bad thing. People tend to associate it with dishonesty, but it is quite the opposite in practice. Feelings aren’t selected by choice (though their expression can be readily controlled and their triggers modified), and are thus not an accurate representation of one’s personal appraisement. Furthermore, feelings are ill-suited to decision-making where efficacy and efficiency are concerned.
In the absence of opportunity to do away with emotion entirely, it serves as the practical choice to lock them tightly down and only exercise them under tight restriction and observation in non-sensitive situations.
… NOW… that aside…
Turns out I was only away from this site for half a year since the last archive-trawl. Meta-issues and all that.
But I’ve reached the end of the archive as of this moment again.
As I passed the point where I last did so, I noticed several people expressed confusion as to the nature of my marker-comment. Several others again expressed their distaste at my existence in general. Fair enough.
By way of an explanation, I tend to leave these marker-comments when I finish reading an archive as much for my future self as for anyone else reading. A way of gauging my progress through a webcomic for future reference while also letting “current reader” types that I have been doing so.
As I mentioned once in the past, the comments I leave throughout the archive are much akin to one walking through a graveyard and talking to the dead… I’m an archive-trawler. The way of daily readers is utterly alien to me and holds no appeal… so inevitably my perception of the passage of time in the communications that take place in these comments sections is quite different to those of a daily. Except for these points where I catch up to the present day at the end of an archive-trawl, all my comments are made long after the conversations they relate to have been forgotten in the past… so if it weren’t for these few marker-comments, it is quite possible I could remark upon entire archives while barely being noticed.
Again… I prefer it that way.
So… I hope that serves as an explanation of sorts for those who were confused.
As for the people who would rather I didn’t exist… I don’t begrudge you that opinion. People don’t like me, and I don’t like them… and that seems fair to me at least. If it gives you a little hope, democracy usually leaves me metaphorically beaten and raw-ringed in a back alley in the end. 9/10 people endorse gang-rape and all that.
Anyway… I’m done here… again… for now.
Hi and bye Phil. Hi and bye T. Hi and bye Waltrip-bros.
Keep up the good work! =)
Maybe see you in the next year or thereabouts.
Archive Trawler – sounds like a Pathfinders Prestige Class.
Welcome aboard. Or Back. Or whichever.
Sláinte
You?! You and your brief, pithy comments? People … don’t like you??? In the words of Yoda: Mystified, I am.:)
Scipio should be angrier. That wasn’t Fr’nj ‘s secret to tell. “We’re family” is just an excuse.
scorp dosen’t do anger. he’s too scorpio for those silly emotions
I think we saw some extreme emotional expression here for Scipio. I almost jumped out of my chair when I saw his face in panel five.
Um… *raises hand* That’s something I would tell an older sibling who has/had similar relationship hurdles. That’s the kind of thing I have told my very closest friend when I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Not having an older sibling, I can tell you as an older sister that my little sister talks to me about relationships a lot and that often includes things that her partner(s) may prefer never see the light of day. However, she trusts me not to broadcast those secrets to the world and trusts me to not say anything to her partner(s) unless, like in this case, I feel the issue is something that could really harm her.
I only had to do that once because I recognized the symptoms of a particular type of a**hole and she didn’t, and the moment I confronted said partner about it he flipped his lid and showed my sister exactly what kind of person he was.
So yes, among family there may be some limits to sharing, but siblings, especially sisters who are emotionally close, will share things in nearly the same utter confidence as lovers.
Yeah, that was kinda not cool. I’m sure Fr’nj spoke of it positively but as you said, not her secret.
Yeah, I can kind of see both sides to this one. If it were me personally I’d be kinda miffed… But Scipio doesn’t do anger.
On the other hand I completely understand the desire to protect a family member so Syr’Nj playing the card about extending the olive branch while also putting out a warning makes sense. I’ve done the same thing with my nieces and their boyfriends.
I disagree. What we saw Scipio tell her, he didn’t tell her to hold in confidence, nor did he reveal an exceptional amount of detail. The rest of the story we haven’t heard yet, though he may have told her more. Scipio’s a very smart person, though. He could likely have guessed that two sisters in a strange land involved with men of the same species might discuss them.
Note also that he doesn’t jumpt to conclusions about how much she knows, or get angry. He makes no mention of it being something she shouldn’t have told, just observes that Frn’j did tell her. His opening his eyes to look at her just looks like focusing in on the fact that she used that title. Taking note, as it were.
S’okay if you tell your family in code. That way you really aren’t directly telling them.
“My hubby has an issue; he thinks it’s a small nuisance, but it’s a matter of great impotence to me.”
“Mary seems sweet, but she has a heart of gold; I really digger.
“My Italiano boyfriend is fond of fog; he wantsa to be a fog. He says he plans to be a “big-a-mist”.
Girls will talk, I hear. No use in getting mad about your secrets getting spread, because you lack the context they were spread in (how different would you feel if she was speaking of you glowingly? Now don’t you feel like a dick? *Points to the door* )
No. No I don’t. Something said in confidence should be kept in confidence, the tone of the telling has no bearing on the breaking of that. There are good reasons to break said confidence, to be sure, but those reasons are extreme and rare.
So … she deserves a vote of “no confidence”?
what’s that giant dust cloud in the last panel bg?
That would be a storyboard “turning point”.
Byron didn’t “learn better.” He was put into a rigorous, experimental chemical therapy program, to cure a condition he would never have been able to resolve through natural means. A condition for which the only “treatment” prior to that was, indeed, to lock down his feelings, because the alternative was people dying horribly. A condition which most people would have at best written him off for.
Comparing all that to a guy who’s more for actions than words really isn’t a remotely fair comparison, Syr’nj.
Is someone willing to post a link to whatever Scipio told her? Becuase I can’t remember.
Remember when he said he used to be a gladiator?
Scipio is Russell Crowe?
Yes… It all makes sense now.