Clodin bids a gold piece for Amuletts’ vote. Dirk is horrified. Amuletts attempts to draw Martin into a bidding war, but he refuses to co-operate, even though the position of leader is at stake. He points out that they are best friends and and perhaps that should be of value. As she considers the dwarf holds up a shining gold piece and grins.
This week in Epic Fail:Amuletts, exasperated by Clodins stubbornness, laments that Martin paid her so little. Hearing this the dwarf is even more outraged. Amuletts realises she has hit a brick wall and, growing impatient, uses the force magic to manipulate him. It works. Clodin accepts her apology, however, Dirk is still being held by her minion, Andy Roid. She thinks it is funny, but agrees to order his release after Tinuvielle threatens her. Tinuvielle is most embarrassed to discover Amuletts finds her ‘cute.’
Creator’s Commentary: So now you’ve been introduced the main abilities Amuletts receives from her God, Loki. She can produce fire and use a minor charm spell (like the Force magic can have a strong influence on the weak-minded). These mimic abilities the deity himself has, but are far less powerful. Unlike normal spells they require no preparation and are used at will, so she tends to throw them off rather casually.
This week in Epic Fail:Amuletts, in an act of friendship, explains to Martin that he should expect her to try and cheat him. (If she hitherto succeeds Amuletts will consider Martin responsible since he was warned but let her do it anyway). Unfortunately, with a mix of subtlety and a word of over three syllables, she merely manages to confuse him.
She offers Clodin a rather glib apology which only in angers him further. Finally, the irate dwarf feigns deafness.
Creator’s Commentary: The title for this page is a quote from Star Trek III: The Search for Spock. Look, I took a screen capture of the alien Dr.McCoy was referring to. Yep – them’s some huge ears! Anyway, I used it in this instance to poke a little fun at my own cartoon style. I tend to, shall we say,exaggerateears a bit.
I have three new pieces of fanart to show you all. First up Barry Linck, of the webcomic Phineus: Magician for Hire, has drawn the whole team! His comic, like mine, has roots in role-playing. I suggest you check it out.
Next we have two peices done by friends of mine. ‘There is Clodin: natural state’ (which is to say he dies a lot) by Jonjo. This is something of a spoiler but not-really. I have begun to describe Clodin as a stick of dynamite: you can be sure he’s going to blow up; whether anyone goes with him depends on how close they’re standing!
‘Lady Clodin’ by Jason is just… wrong. It poses the question ‘Would Dwarfs die less if they looked like this… or would the beard still be a
Interestingly this led to a whole debate on female Dwarves. Are there female Dwarves? Do they look just like the men? If they are so indistinguishable could Clodin, in fact, be a woman? Our favorate theory was that Dwarves are like bees: they only have one female – the Queen, who is an enormous, fat Dwarf that all the others ‘service.’ Have I given you disturbing mental images? I’m so sorry.