“Due to budgetary restraints, all light sources and paper have been temporarily or permanently excised from meetings of the Skymoore PTA. If you are a creature who depends on light to see, we recommend providing your own illumination. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Continue reading “A Meeting of the Skymoore PTA”
Welcome to Odd & Ends! I’ve made this post in an effort to help new people get settled.
The series is a mix of episodic and serialized story telling, by which I mean there is an overarching plot with character arcs and an end goal in mind, but I also have a nasty habit of writing tangential stories about side characters.
Frankly the best place to get started is the first arc, Opening Day, because it sets up the tone, the setting, and the characters pretty well. Alternatively you can check the Synopsis, which will spoil everything up to the last time it was updated. If you don’t like playing by anybody’s rules, here are just a few of my favorite stories!
A horror story in which a young man makes some unsettling new friends on the way home from work.
A story about a woman finding herself and finding peace within art, and helping others to do the same.
A group of interdimensional travelers get stranded, and have to fight for resources and meaning in a world filled with giants.
The Story Keeper, a traveling teller of tales, shares the legend of Good King Dundermoat, a ruler who attempted to defy the status quo, and allow his people to live in peace no matter how great the personal cost.
Tuck Greenston, a young blacksmith, seeks the heart of Talbot Windomere, the son of a wealthy lord, but can he possibly compete with the man’s many wealthy suitors?
Gwendolyn Bottlehelm, who is growing bored and frustrated with her life, and Linda Arterford, who is struggling to feel at home in a new city, seek comfort and excitement in one another, but have a difficult time finding it.
Dug Pifton has always wanted to be a druid. Now that he is, he’s beginning to think it may not be all he wanted it to be. But when the birds of Skymoore reveal a deadly plot to wipe out humanity, he discovers that maybe what he actually needs is a new perspective.
So, as it turns out, I am only capable of continuously uploading Odd & Ends for about eleven months in a row before needing a break.
I just got burned out after a very busy November/December, so I will be taking January off to recover my brain and prepare the future of the series. The end of Odd & Ends is far off, but I’m starting to get a clearer picture of what it will look like, and I’ve got a lot of exciting stuff on the horizon!
See you in February, and thanks for understanding!
Nestor Pinkly was not much for regret, nor for thinking ahead, but if he had thought ahead when attempting to save the prisoners trapped in the coffins, he might almost have regretted it, because his instinctual plan involved two spells that he had never used before, and the power involved in casting them might literally kill him.
But when it came to helping others, Nestor Pinkly did not think, he did. Continue reading “Nestor the Incomparable, Part Three”
Fifty years ago, a dozen gnomes left their homes in the dwarven nation of Barlagtelen, having grown tired of their neighbors disrespecting their careers as entertainers. They made their way to the neighboring woods of the Dol elves, who for a long time hated dwarves and were considered their opposite. The idea of a variety theater troupe was more palatable here, but they were unimpressed by the gnomes’ complete lack of magic in any of their shows.
These gnomes were a statistical impossibility, for it is just as uncommon for gnomes to lack magic as it is for dwarves to possess it, and yet there was not an ounce of magical blood among the twelve. But they didn’t allow this to deter them; what they lacked in arcana they made up for with talent, passion, and showmanship. Whether it be dancing, singing, acting, or acrobatics, these gnomes did it, and they did it well. Continue reading “Nestor the Incomparable, Part Two”
“And that,” Nestor Pinkly said, “is why friendship and joy are the most valuable resources even in a capitalist economy.”
“I think you misunderstood,” the golem replied. “I said gold is the most important thing to me because my body is actually made of it.”
“That was a lovely speech, though,” the golem’s boyfriend added. “Even if it did last a quarter of an hour. So, thank you for that.”
“My pleasure!” Nestor said, saluting the pair. “I hope you two have a wonderful day.”
“Can we get to the bank now, Nestor?” Karessa Plunderton asked. “People are staring.” Continue reading “Nestor the Incomparable, Part One”
Hello and howdee doo, citizens of Skymoore! It is I, your illustrious mayor and humanoid potted plant Gendry Dew, here to recount the highlights of this wonderful Autumn as we prepare for the coming winter. It was a fun season, graced as always by love, by the arts, and by the hardworking men, woman, and others of Skymoore who make this blessed city what it is.
Of course, I am legally required to inform you that this pamphlet is compiled from the quarterly Citizen Surveillance Report, where the various government agencies of Skymoore compile all of the private and public information from your lives that we’ve gathered these past ninety days. The CSR helps us understand what makes Skymoore tick, and what we as your benefactors can improve on in the coming season.
Now, without further ado, let’s get highlighting! Continue reading “Skymoore’s Seasonal Community Recap for Autumn 1677, Highlights”
In Skymoore, finding someone was rarely a challenge. Community was everything there, so finding someone who knows someone was only ever a few questions away. In the week following the Autumn sale, however, one particular citizen alluded Donovan, no matter how hard he searched. Continue reading “The Storm, Epilogue”
When morning came, the storm remained as virulent as ever. The sky was bright, for aftermaj storms did not require clouds, but the hail still rattled and the wind whistled along. Odd & Ends’ patrons had become restless, and as Donovan and Hega reentered the shop (to some curious whispers), the shopkeep was inundated with all manner of complaints. Continue reading “The Storm, Part Eight”
“And that’s why Nestor Pinkly is not only my creator, but my best friend in the whole wide world!”
Even the shrewdest in the crowd found themselves swayed to a kind of parental adoration of Dovetail by the time she finished her story. The automaton took a bow, beaming with pride, and everyone clapped. Continue reading “The Storm, Part Seven”