Dawn of Justice

Posted: March 29, 2016 in Movies

Dawn of Justice

Now that I’ve seen Dawn of Justice I finally have gotten around to reading some of the bad reviews that have been posted.  I did a right after the movie video review but I guess this is more of a response to many of the articles I’ve read.

The movie was great. The argument that “this isn’t what the characters are about” is moot for comic characters. For over 20 years batman was Adam west and Burt Ward which included such great moments as the Bat-tussi and Shark Repellent Bat spray. Dark Knight Returns made batman the dark knight we know and love today. Zack Snyder is a darker director. . Comic books are always retelling stories. Injustice Gods Among us. Red Son, Superman 3 all have different versions of Superman. Heck Lois and Clark had a superman who’s supersuit got burned and was quite silly at times. My favorite superman is still Christopher Reeve but after seeing this and coming to terms with what the movie is doing i realized it is a good movie it tells a good story about a super human coming to terms with his place in the world. Batman is great and has yes this Batman is more free with his weapons and collateral damage on bad guys but again this is a grizzled older Batman. Go into the movie with an open mind this is like picking up the Vertigo version of Batman v Superman its going to be darker its going to have different imagery and the charachters will act differently than the Justice League TV show. Enjoy it it’s a movie.


Batman V Superman

Posted: March 28, 2016 in Movies

Dearest Sister,

I apologize for not
having written sooner but in fact the day after I sent my last letter I was
chosen for an intensive training at the academy.   Today I am writing from
an outpost guarding the North Fork Bridge. I have been, for the past few days, travelling
to Richter Keep which lies to the southwest of Ancor. I will explain more on
that later.

Perhaps I was a bit too hasty in referring to Master Isston as a fool.  As
a master of astrology he was uniquely suited to advance my training as a
warlock.   It was arrogant of me to believe that only I could gaze into
the void and discover its secrets.  Master Isston has heard
their whispers and knows far more than I had given him credit for.
I digress however these past six months has been almost full time
intense study and I barely had any time to find more information about the
group that I had told you about before.  Apparently the Magistrate was
putting together a party for a special quest.   All the members of the
group had been conscripted into their respective

     The Moon Sister Eladrin was taken to the House of the Holy and apparently they do
more than just chant and look somber.  I still don’t understand how so
many faiths are able to exist in a place like that without constant
battles breaking out in the courtyard.  Then again the holy men do enjoy
hearing themselves talk and there they can do it ad infinitum.
Apparently she was trained in combat and the ability to assist wounded in
the midst of said combat with an elegance that reflects the vintage of her
race. Her name is Kalamitee and I wonder if that was not intentional.

     The Tiefling woman is called Zerkorza Zaidai.  I am not familiar with her
family name; I must remember to check the record hall perhaps I can discover
more.  It turned out she is an admirable fighter besting some of the
strongest and most cunning warriors in the city guard.   Most of the time
that is not truly an impressive feat, she does have a fierceness that
brings honor to our kind.

     The Halfling was a bit harder to track down which is apparently his way.  After the
first night when I tried to find more information about the group he
had disappeared without a trace.  I actually took me weeks to
find out what had happened to him.  I was of course engaged with
my own studies but that does not mean that I had to forgo some of the barest
essentials.  I had taken advantage of a short recess and intended to make
contact with one of my contacts that assist me with procuring some of the more
exotic wines and leaf. I arrived at the location off the beaten path of course
and he was there with my usual contact it appeared he was playing the part of
the idiot servant so I never spoke directly to him and of course these
transactions need to be done with the utmost discretion.  I
don’t believe he recognized me when we were brought together again.
I don’t think I would have recognized him if my own training was not
often focused on memorizing small details for reproduction.

     The human I never actually saw I believe he may have been taken to train with the
game wardens that manage the wilds surrounding the city.  Since only their
elders truly come into the city and that is rare enough. It is my opinion that
they prefer it that way.

     So after six months of this training we are called before the magistrate.  He
says he has a quest for us which is exciting since I have been hoping to get
out of the city for a while to really test my powers on the evils of the world.
I donned the leather armor I had specially made for when this day would
arrive.  The leather especially made, black as night yet gleaming as a
midsummer night starfall.  He said that Richter keep which lay 2 days to
the southwest had been infested with kobolds for some time and the last party
that had been sent had not returned.  Kobolds, after six months of intense
training and study he was sending us out to destroy a band of kobolds that have
made a nuisance of themselves. Surely a squad of common soldiers
would have been a much better option doe such a mundane task.   Though
myself, not being one to complain, graciously accepted this quest and praised
the wisdom of the magistrate.  My new companions were at a loss for words
so I reluctantly accepted the mantle of leadership and received the
map of the area with the keep and roads marked on it.

     The magistrate did not send us out empty handed however each of us
did receive a gift.  I removed the velvet wrappings discovered I
had been given an iron rod the runes etched into the crown and shaft identified
it as a Rod of Corruption.  The name of such an item is misleading as it
allows my own influence to grow exponentially on the battlefield.  I
humbly accepted the gift and made preparations for the journey.

     On our first day we made it to the South Fork Bridge and small trade post that had
grown there.   I immediately found a local merchant and began to negotiate
for passage down the river which of course would have been the fastest and
easiest way to make it down the river and would have cut our travel time in
half.  The captain of one of the larger barges which would have carried
our party easily was a rather large man and of course quite unwashed.  Yet
he was very shrewd and told me about other trading vessels that would not come
back from a journey near the keep and how most trade that way had completely
dried up since almost no barges made it through.  I was distraught we had
not been give horses or any quicker method of travel.  A barge would have
been perfect yet it appears that an easy journey was no in the stars for

We traveled on to nightfall and spent an uneventful night under
the stars they were beautiful as always it was exhilarating to sleep outside
the city on the ground near the campfire.  The morning came quickly, as it
always does. Kalamitee and Morobunce, which I discovered is the name of the Halfling,
had awoken much earlier and prepared a porridge breakfast.  It is nice
not haven’t to delegate every little thing being the leader
of this party had me worried that I would have to give instruction at every
turn.  So as we were eating and preparing for the long journey ahead of us
a loud crash startled everyone and into our clearing come scrambling a bear.
That is right a bear I had never seen one up close but this one was
frothing at the mouth and running as if for its life.  Now humans do tend
to be clumsy and slow but Alek, the ranger drew his weapon faster that I had
ever seen.  He surely would have dispatched the bear for mad if Kalamitee
had not called out.  He stayed his hand and I noticed this bear was more
diminutive than I had expected.  It was then a pair of rather hungry
looking orcs burst from the woods.  Weapons were drawn and I tried to
reason with them yet they must have been crazed with hunger and they
immediately attacked.   It was all a blur or motion and sound as my
companions sprang into action.  I myself dispatched on of them, it is
amazing what just a hint at the vastness of the void will do to such a simple
mind as these.   It was almost intoxicating the feeling after the battle
then two of the largest bears I had ever seen also appeared in our clearing. I
was about to begin to strike them down when Alek stayed our weapons. He of
course knew what had happened these dire bears, as he later identified them to
use, were only trying to protect their cub.  Now that we had saved it from
the orcs that has tried to take it they would do us no harm.

     We traveled to the North Fork Bridge shortly after that and were welcomed graciously by the
garrison stationed here.  I shared a bottle of wine I had secreted into my
travelling pack thankfully they accepted.  They are an amicable lot not quite
refined but civil.  We engaged in a few wagers and Zerkorza even bested
the captain of the guard here. They should not have underestimated her.
Alas I need to get some sleep and stop writing before this letter gets
too heavy for even the strongest messenger bird. Luckily the guard here will be
able to send it.  Tomorrow we will continue to the Keep so I do not know
when I will be able to write again.   I look forward to hearing from
you soon give mother my love.

Love Always


Jet Brothers

Posted: January 31, 2013 in Writings

Once there were 2 Jet Brothers and they loved flying super fast.  So fast the would fly faster than the speed of sound and make sonic booms.   They both loved to hear the crack-BOOOM.   The only problem was the people living nearby would wake up or jump when they heard the BOOM.  They told the jets to quiet down and fly slower which was not as much fun.

One day some giant monster pigs came to the city. They started eating everythign they could find.  All the food the grass even the trees.  The people tried poking them with sticks and yelling at them even tried honking thier car horns but nothing would scare them off.  The mayor ran to the airport as fast as he could.  Please jets you have to fly super fast and make a big boom to scare the pigs away .  The jets were not sure they could fly that fast anymore,  but they said, “Lets do this” They flew high up in the sky and came down as fast as they ever had.  Their wings started to shake and their jets glowed red and then suddenly Crack-BOOOM.  The sonic boom sounded loud over the town and all the pigs went SQEEEEEE!!!! and ran away as fast as they could. When they stopped running they were in the dump and found all the trash they could eat and the people of the town cheered for the Jet Brothers.

The games are back on :)

Posted: January 27, 2013 in Writings

The Bi-weekly D&D games are back on and you knwo what that means some great writing here are journal entried by Tawmis of Neverending Nights and Colleen of Wyngdlyon Creations 

The Journals of Morobunce Greenhills, Page 42

Journal of Kalamitee Wolfsmoon, page 32.

Our D&D games have started again and the tradition or getting a bit of extra role playing in through creative writing is also starting up.  I actually missed the first session of this  adventure with the group but that does not mean i have to sit out completely until next game 🙂 

My dearest sister, 

What an interesting night.  More like interesting morning.  As i had written you previously the starfall had happened last night as predicted.  I had taken up my ususal perch on the upper southern balcony at the arcane academy here in Arncor.  I had also procured a fine bottle of wine and bit of pipeleaf to relax and enjoy an enchanting night.  The Baneid starfall promised to be one of the finest in years.  This balcony is truly the best part of this academy.  The old fools still believe pouring over ancient tomes is the true way to power.  Rituals and crude manipulation of the forces around us barely scratch the surface.  Event the old astrology master didn’t know what was staring him right in the face.  There are far more  ancient and secret sources.   I do love sitting up here listening to the silent song of the deep night,  the ancient whispered names of the stars.  Of course most of the overly superstitious population was cowering in their homes not because of course Bane’s night is a night of evil and no one wants to bring that upon their houses.  I apologize for rambling again but as i was saying.  Dawns light had come again dimming the vast reaches of the night and my bottle was empty and I was ready to turn in.  Then out of no where a most motley crew making a great racket near the front gates of the city, and so early in the morning too.  Through my watchglass I observed an Eladrin cleric I believe,  she wore the sigil of the moon Goddess Sehanine.  She was leading a mage bound hand and foot.  Come to think of it he looked familiar, I believe he was kicked out of this very academy some time ago.  Must have fallen in with a bad crowd. Anyways she was leading a group of toughs, probably adventurers by the looks of them.  A human woodsman, he looked more worried about entering the city than the other,  most likely he feels more at home in a tree than in a nice feather bed.   One appeared to be a halfling, rouge of some sort, his wary eye kept a lookout even while they were talking to the guards.   This will shock you a bit the last in the group was a Teifling.  She was a surprise i was not sure until she lowered her hood but unmistakable though she was in an absolute shamble her armor and weapons were in need of a thorough cleaning. Unfortunately I was a bit too far away to hear what exactly they were saying but the Captain of the Guard was soon called then the whole lot was marched off to see the magistrate.  At that point the wine had worn off completely and weariness had won out over curiosity.  Something tells me this will not be the last I see of this group. Well i should be off again the astrology master will likely need me to assist with his research and may want a report of last night’s starfall.  Maybe I’ll make some inquiries later today.  I look forward to hearing from you soon give mother my love. 

Love Always


Grandfather’s Tale

Posted: November 15, 2012 in Writings

The old man puffed on his pipe, thick smoke encircling his bald and wrinkled head.  Rain beat steadily on the roof and windows.  “Thank you Sally,”   he said as the serving girl brought him another mug of ale.  “Of course grandfather,” she smiled as she pulled his blanket tight over his shoulders again and took his plate.  It clattered when she collected it, the chicken bones and half eaten bread rolling around, the old dog next to the chair looking up in anticipation of some leftover treat.  He was not her grandfather but that is what everyone called him.  He had his chair by the fire, every night he was there plate of whatever Sally’s mother had cooked a few mugs of strong beer; to keep the cold and sea spray out of his old bones he would say.  Then he would light his pipe and puff away.  Some nights he would tell a story to guests others he would just listen.  Passing bards would never deny him the seat by the fire.  He had good coin and paid for songs and tales to cheer the nights.  

There was no bard to sing songs tonight and the old man stared into the fire.  the Inn was busy tonight travelers came and went through this small port and fishing village, and the rain made a nice dry bed all the more  “The old house on the hill overlooking the sea?” he said to no one in particular.  “Oh yes I know that house well, quite haunted.”  He puffed his pipe a few more times and took a long pull from his mug.  “That house used to be owned by a man that claimed to be a pirate,   said he was the last of the crew of a great pirate lord.   They had sailed and plundered and pillaged for years and years, usually one step ahead of their enemies.    They had gained and lost comrades.   All the time their cache of plunder greater each year they would sail to this very shoreline to hide their treasure.  Finally when they had their fill of running and started to feel the creaking in their bones.  They decided each man could take his share and live out his days in comfort.  Though you know how this sort of story turns out. Some say it was the first mate some say the boatswain others the cook nobody really knows.”  He took another long pull on his drink and puffed a few rings of smoke from the old pipe in his hand.  “Swords and magic were drawn and the battle was fiercer than any they had ever faced on the seas.  When the smoke cleared and the echoes of battle were ringing from their hidden cove the Captain lay mortally wounded.  The last of the crew, the cabin boy, knelt at his side.”  “Give me a drink boy,” the captain whispered.   “The boy ran and fetched a cup for his captain.”  ”You stayed true boy ready to serve and ever faithful.  The treasure is yours make a good life.  The hells are a special place for mutineers and traitors.  They will now spend all time guarding the treasure they tried to steal and serving with those they betrayed.”  A shiver fell over the old man; Sally tucked his blanket over his shoulders again and stirred the fire.  “As the Captain breathed his last a cold light entered his eyes and he rose calling his crew to stations.”

“The boy fled but did not go too far.  The claimed his share of the treasure small amounts at a time build a nice house, comfortable and lived a nice life, or so I’m told.   There was far more than any man could spend in a lifetime.”   He took another drink draining the mug. “He lived up there a long time never bothering anyone but no one could figure out where he got his money from.   Occasionally a servant would go missing.  He always said they should not have gone looking for what was not theirs. Finally before he died he dismissed his servants and it’s said he went back to join his captain and shipmates.”   ” No one has lived up there in years and the weather takes its toll.  Sometimes strange sounds come from the place.  Treasure hunters have tried to find the gold but they usually come back with nothing, or they don’t come back at all.”   “They say wild things have taken over the house.  Some say the boy set traps and secrets to keep his Captain’s treasure safe. Others say the ghosts still roam to keep safe what was theirs.  ”He stretched a bit and tapped his now empty pipe on the fireplace. “Maybe someone will find that treasure or maybe the house will fall into the sea one day taking its secrets with it.”    The rain had stopped but the common room was silent.  He stood up and called, “Sally helps me to my room please.”  “Of course Grandfather,” she responded already at his elbow.  He slowly climbed the stairs old bones creaking along with the stairs of the inn.   Slowly sounds of discussion returned to the common room.  Some talked of the possibility of treasure.  Some talked of the evil of that house.   A few started making plans.