The Lady of the Lake Was Likely a Smith

Here’s an interesting take on how The Lady of the Lake from Arthurian Mythology might very well be a smith, and not a graceful lady in a flowing gown. [Source: jenniferrpovey]
Here’s an interesting take on how The Lady of the Lake from Arthurian Mythology might very well be a smith, and not a graceful lady in a flowing gown. [Source: jenniferrpovey]
Jcmrickett wrote this love letter to Dungeons & Dragons in response to a question that was posted on r/AskReddit. “To the children who’s parents participated in the satanic panic of the 80’s/90’s, what are your stories?” Here is his story: A photo of his Player’s Handbook: [Source: jcmrickett | Via MC – Image generated with […]
“What the frell do you mean ‘inconclusive’?” Jass rolled the chewed-up wad of cellulose he had been munching on and spat it into the nearby recycling bucket. The four-armed tub of barely sentient jelly that called itself a scientist shook its many chins in a way that probably indicated exasperation in whatever passed for language […]
They were new. We didn’t know much about them. They came from an unexplored arm of the galaxy. They came in ships that were so primitive, we couldn’t help but laugh. Thin aluminum hulls, no energy shields, radio-based detection, and communication gear. Their sublight drives were mostly chemical rockets. They relied on so much ancient […]
Humans were a new species. Perhaps not new; but new to us. Their application to join the United Systems had been received shortly after first contact and had been duly approved shortly thereafter. Humans had appeared, first in small groups, then in a flood as they strove to consume knowledge of the wider galaxy as […]
The Mercy of Humans: Part One I had heard about humans. Everyone in the Galactic Confederation knew about humans. Descended from predators, they were often violent, even to each other. They were contrary, illogical, confrontational and worse, easily angered. In the three hundred narns since the humans discovered FTL, they had dozens of armed confrontations […]
I expected dying to hurt… I watched my crumpled body mournfully, the gash in my neck still leaking blood that stained my white fur pink. The Traxian responsible frozen halfway through a running step. It only hurt when the knife got to my throat… Then it was like falling into a deep sleep. I started […]