#Garster

[dodifikus]

garster

[splatwav]

doubleyou dee garster

[mxyzptplk]

amogus garster

this could prove to be an interesting social experiment

[the-science-of-stories]

A Beautiful Day.

Demi’s back! But she hasn’t heard from Trona in awhile... 

“Oof! Huh, that didn’t take too long. Thanks for the ride mister!” 

A small but boisterous female voice expressed its gratitude to a burly man steering a stationary horse-drawn wagon. He gave a tip of his sun hat with a hand holding two gold coins in his large palm before spurring the horses back into motion. 

As the wagon pulled away there appeared a waving small figure. A short, female Halfling with tan skin, chestnut hair and a wardrobe of browns, yellows and greens. She kicked up one heel, turning around on the other before stamping it on the ground and placing her fists on her hips with a haughty ‘Hmph!’ through a tight smile. 

She was back in Waterdeep! 

Finally she got to get back to adventuring. Finally she could tie her hair back up again. Her parents probably wouldn’t like it, but who cares? She did! Almost made her feel older, and maybe... Just a little taller. 

But either way it was going back up because she was back! And she had adult responsibilities again. 

And she wouldn’t have to wait long as a heavy, gruff voice called across the street from the other side of the gate.  “DEH-MEH!” 

It was more yell than voice, but she knew exactly who it belonged to. Turning around she immediately spotted a rag-tag group of individuals with the fuzzy culprit towering over the others. 

A bugbear was waving his heavy palm. 

In front of him stood an armored knight carrying a flail with a kite-shield and patterns of green painted over his armor and standard. He rolled his shoulder to adjust one of his pauldrons when he looked up and caught eye of his party mate. 

By his shin a male halfling with grey clothes and a disinterested look, impatiently clicking a very expensive looking pen. When he looked up an almost mischievous smile spread onto his face. 

Behind the bugbear on an already commandeered and loaded cart sat a beautiful elvish woman with silver hair kicking her feet back and forth in the air.A sight that might’ve been a little less unsettling if not for the spire she had on the back of her hand she was staring at with a casual smile. 

Demi excitedly waved as she ran a few feet in their direction before taking a few rapid looks around. Immediately she was aware of one silhouette missing. There was no long beak of a plague doctor mask sticking out anywhere. 

The halfling cupped her hands around her mouth before leaning forward a bit to try and carry her voice to the others, “Have you guys seen Trona yet!?” 

“Not anywhere, was supposed to meet us an hour ago! Much longer we’re gonna be late!” Ferrum, the knight, called back. 

“I said we should just leave her!” Haelgrukk, the bugbear rumbled like thunder across the clearing, clearly displeased. 

Garster, the sketchy looking halfling just raised his hands in a shrug along with a few rapid shakes of his head while Val, the elvish woman, was still clearly preoccupied with her spider. 

“Hrm...” Demi whined, slightly in pondering but mostly in disappointment it was gonna be longer before they could leave. 

“Have you checked her shop yet!?” Ferrum called again, earning equally surprised stares from all sides of his party. 

“She has a shop now!?” Demi called back. 

“Why didn’t you tell us that!?” Garster demanded, kicking his armored shin with about as much success as one would expect. 

“... Because it wasn’t relevant until now?” Ferrum answered, not doing very well to appease the frustrated stares, “Hey I was getting the cart!”

Demi rubbed a hand over her face with a heavy sigh, turning on her heel again as she took off down the street, “I’ll go find her, just gimme a minute!” 

“Two blocks down, you can’t miss it! Looks exactly like what you think it does!” Ferrum called back before the distant sound of metal clanking together. Hale likely lost his patience and got mitts hands on him. It was a small wave of relief Demi didn’t have to see, or really hear, any of what was coming next. 

Before long she found a building that stood out to her from the others just by the newer, fresher wood and stone to build the structure. She didn’t know much about architecture, but she could always tell when forest material was fresh. 

It was a rounded building with windows embedded into stone piling that gave way to long stretches of wood. Behind the glass she saw hanging, drying herbs and the glint of a few colorful potions in the reflecting sun rays. 

She could definitely smell it was her place, if anything. The combination of burning chemicals and fragrant herbs was an odor no one ever agreed on if they loved it or hated it. 

But that didn’t make her hesitate to push the door open with a high jingle of a welcome bell. 

Before she almost choked on a wave of dust. 

The halfling stumbled into the room with a few light coughs, waving her hands in her face as she was startled by just how thick the air was. The sunshine and twinge of the salty air from the Sea of Swords gave way to a pungent odor of something like lavender crossed with sulfur. 

When Demi wiped her eyes she got her first look at the shop. Shelves and notes lining the walls around a desk on the far side of the room. A bed nestled under a window to her left and a staircase cascading over a small kitchen up to a loft. 

A figure turned around with a start at the desk across the room. A head whipping around with the flourish of a very long, white ponytail. Looking back at her were foggy, baggy eyes of a pale-complexioned woman. It was almost impossible to make out the alchemist against the curtain of smoke that immediately dissipated as she took a couple steps to turn fully around. 

“Demi? You’re back already?” She asked in a faintly accented voice. 

Demi coughed, giving her chest a couple pats as she stood up to full height again, “Yeah! *Cough* It’s me, Trona! Didn’t think I’d be back so soon, either, but couldn’t be happier I am. Eugh, it’s hard to breathe in here. What are you making, some kind of new poison for Garster?” 

Trona blinked, sheepishly looking at a mug and saucer in her hands then back up at the ranger again. 

“Tea.” 

“Tea-!?” Demi started to question, shaking her head in dismissal of the topic, “Nevermind, we gotta get going! Everyone’s waiting for us!” 

“Waiting for-” Trona had barely enough time to set down her tea and flip up her hood before Demi scampered forward and took one of her hands. 

“Yeah! Waiting! The party got us a job for us,” She explained as she pulled Trona along towards the door who leaned with almost both of her arms at full length reaching for her plague doctor mask and satchel off the bed, “So we gotta get going!”

Trona scrambled to adjust her mask as they burst out into the morning air. She almost lost her footing underneath her as the sun bore down on her. What she didn’t have time, or the courage, to tell Demi was she hadn’t left her shop in a couple of days. Her time sank into a black hole trying to synthesize a tea using nightshades with minimal success. 

The aggressive light and almost thin air made her lose her breath for a second, but she kept jogging at the behest of the halfling pulling her along. 

“I’m not waiting any longer for an adventure, we got things to do! Besides, it’s a beautiful day!” Demi exclaimed, clearly the excitement of returning starting to stoke her halfling spirit. 

It made Trona look at her feet, watching as almost grey ground gave way to spills of color. Her eyes adjusted to see sprouting flowers in the cobblestone path. The complimentary shades of Demi’s wardrobe and the glow of her smile over her shoulder. Ringing in her ears giving way to melody as birds chirped, just returned from their first fly of the day. The smell of the billowing bread oven of the bakery just up the road with windows thrown open to circulate the breeze. Yes, even the colorful language spouting from Hale’s mouth at Ferrum as they got closer to the rendezvous point. 

You’re right-” Trona breathed to herself, not quite audible to Demi,

“It is beautiful, isn’t it?” 

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fellsanster

[almost-casey]

So I was looking thru a couple of files on my desktop n came across this slightly ambitious theory comic (my 1st comic!) i started on a bit after deltarune came out! It was mostly just rehashed canon dialogue n I tried to mimic the opening credits style a bit,, I prob won’t ever finish it but I spent a bunch of time on it so keep reading for the theory thing!

The idea was basically that it was an ~alternate universe~ where the monsters had won the war instead of humans, and the living situations were flipp-flopped. The barrier kept the humans underground cause they don't have a monster soul accompanying them. But Kris (who should be way younger but I'm dumb okay) tried, and?? Idk Gaster helped them or something,,, and they made it!! And its like the opposite of a fallen human situation ig. I just thought it was strange how they were the only human around above ground so it led me to this!! That plus the (shpoiler alort) soul thing at the end of the game just so obviously gave off chara-esque vibes. I’m not great at concrete/logical theories but I hope this was interesting!!

[freljord-le]

I forgot to upload @yordlerust‘s halfling rogue, Garster. So there it is

[yordlerust-blog]

I'm just following orders. No, you're wrong! I'm not a monster! I was just-

Dreams of memories that should've remained buried brought once more to the light. Voices echoing through Garsters head, ones he knew but not from his current party. Old voices that he forced from his mind long ago. The cold wind blowing against his back while he stood there beside a bed that was not his own. Darkness then nothing almost like his mind was trying to fight the memory that was playing through his head. Now this time a memory of an open field. Bodies strewn across it the sound of battle radiating through the air. Looking down the body different than his own, his younger self. Looking up an enemy in front of him sword already swinging down. In the physical world Garsters face scrunched his eyes moving under the closed lids. A different scene now playing a continuation of the first. The bed he stood beside now slowly being stained with blood. His body moving on it's own as it turned back to the window. A glimpse of toys on the floor by the moon's light. That's when he awoke at the inn, alone. Mugs around him some knocked over others standing empty.

Garster sat up looking down at his hands clenching them into a fist before letting go. He looked around and saw the same moon light that had witnessed all of his actions in this life. A wince of pain his hand brought up to rub the side of his jaw. A soft curse under his breath given towards Trona. This was her fault. Growing teeth back in were not bad unless they were your wisdom teeth. Slowly poking through your gums forcing their way up in the most annoying way. The drinking really didn't start until that happened. Sadly it had it's own negative effects on Garster. Memories of his younger days flooding back while he struggled to hide them from himself. Acting like they never happened. "The Zhentarim is your family... My ass." He spoke to himself and reached over grabbing empty mug after empty mug. The pain of remembering, of these teeth growing in, pain of playing the reaper for someone who didn't deserve it. His attention went over to the bar but there was no one there. Pain turned into anger as Garster threw the empty mugs to the ground walking over and hopping the bar. Climbing up grabbing what ever bottle was the closest. He wasn't even back over the other side before he was already glugging it down. By the time he was back at the table the liquid was already gone from the neck of the bottle and down to the top part of the label. Drink, drink, drink, darkness. Memories returning of family and a empty bed beside his own. A child laying down into bed and closing his eyes. Opening them Garster felt a cold wall against his back now. His eyes looking around, a staircase that he was descending. The figure wearing armor like his but it was different. His hand resting on the hilt of a sword. The man turning into a room. Garster following then the sound of a weapon being drawn, then a thud, then nothing. The stairs bringing him up and up. Darkness, nothing, then voices in his head. Orders being barked the promise of the war ending. The Zhentarim is your family. You watch out for it, and it watches out for you. Loose ends needing to be dealt with. No one else can be trusted. Visions of the same bed in front of Garster. His dagger drawn and in the air already coming down. I'm just following orders... I'm just following orders. Heavy breathing, grasping the sheets, silence, blood. Turning to leave the window, toys in the moon's light... Darkness, doubt, sorrow, nothing. The morning light like a warm hand on Garsters head as he felt himself being shaken. The nightmares of the past forced back behind the door they were hidden in. Eyes opening and for a moment the sight of a child's face. His arm reaching up hand acting as if to cup her cheek. Then his vision cleared and his arm fell back to his side. It was just one of the owners children, just a dream.

Everyone has a secret, something to hide. I am no different.

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

JANEL PARRISH AND RYAN PAEVEY STAR IN ‘COYOTE CREEK CHRISTMAS’ A NEW, ORIGINAL MOVIE PREMIERING OCTOBER 30, ON HALLMARK CHANNEL

Part of the Network’s “Countdown to Christmas” Programming Event.

STUDIO CITY, CA – October 4, 2021 – Janel Parrish (“Right In Front of Me”) and Ryan Paevey (“A Little Daytime Drama”) star in “Coyote Creek Christmas,” a new, original movie premiering Saturday, October 30 (8 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Channel as part of the network’s annual “Countdown to Christmas” programming event, your home for the holiday.

Paige (Parrish) offers to plan the annual holiday party at her parent’s hotel in the Rockies, the Coyote Creek Inn, which will surely help her score a promotion at the upscale event planning company she works for. She decides on a “Christmas around the world” theme, to showcase the universal magic of the season through the diverse Christmas traditions of the Inn’s guests. Dylan (Paevey), a charismatic real estate developer and single father, is visiting Coyote Creek for the holidays with his son. What Paige doesn’t know is that her parents are planning to sell the Inn and that the potential buyer is her new acquaintance Dylan. The fate of the Inn and Paige’s relationships are both left for the magic of the holiday season to decide.

“Coyote Creek Christmas” is from Unity Pictures. Antonio Cupo serves as executive producer. Ron French and Stephen Harmaty serve as producers. David Strasser directed from a story by Alexa Garster.

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[thirdwednesdayorg]

Me, Sixty Years from Now / Alexa Garster

Me, Sixty Years from Now / Alexa Garster

[ferrum-the-conqueror]

So Ferrum’s a D&D character now.

I’ve recently started a D&D session with a few friends, and my old character did not work out, so Ferrum is her replacement. So far, we’re fresh in the game, and I’d like to do another series here where I add my written exerts of our adventure, one in character as Ferrum.

This will always have the #No Honor tag, so if you only came for For Honor, blocking the tag will block this, too.

Otherwise, if you’re interested, entry #1 will start with session #2.

Last Time on D&D:

I've found work. Good work, too. I've met with a rag-tag party of adventurers. Another human, two halflings, an elf, and a bugbear. The human, Trona, is an alchemist. I've come to find out that she has not perfected her craft yet. Her potions had less-than-pleasing side-effects. They'll save your life, but they'll make you pay for it. The halflings are two of a kind. Garster is brash. He nearly forced us to abandon him for his own angry pursuits. I'm no stranger to a temper, but he'll need to get that under control if he wants to keep sucking air. Demi is more lax. She's got a good head on her shoulders. She can carry herself, but it helps that her companion is a  bugbear. Speaking of him, he's a beast. Not just in the usual bugbear kind of way. But I'll get to that. Last, the elf. Vynil is his name. He's a quiet one, but he's saved our lives too many times already. We nearly got eaten alive on our first adventure. I wouldn't be writing this if it wasn't for him. We were given a job, or more like a plea, to pursue a group of prisoners into a goblin den. They were kidnapped from a household in Phlan and taken to a goblin den in the wilderness. Naturally, as a Knight of the Alliance, I answered. The party needed me, and so did those people. While our motives were spread apart, we had a common goal. When we located the entrance to the den, we spotted one of the goblins conversing with a hooded figure who we have yet to identify. They exchanged a few words, and none of it was good. The most blaring was the planned return of more patrols. If we didn't move fast, there would be more goblins cramming down our throats. Once they left, we began to enter the cave, and were stopped by two goblins hidden behind heavy defenses. We tried to sneak past them, but Garster was spotted and wounded. It was messy, but we passed. Upon locating an entrance into the deeper reaches, we were attacked. Several goblins and their attack wargs surrounded us. It was by the jaws of one of those beasts that Trona I nearly met our end. Fortunately, at the hands of the party, we were saved, if onlybarely. I owe them my life. Upon the defeat of the group, we found several passages leading in different directions from the room, a small living quarter. Demi, Hale, Garster, and Vynil searched the South corridor, where Trona, shrunken to half her size, and I, skin blue as a hanged criminal, chose the Southwest. A goblin had his back to me. With one bolt, he was swiftly dispatched. By the violent noise from the next corridor, I was certain our friends were hard at work. However, the roaring laughter that came not long after stopped me cold. Gorrunk. It had to be him. Gorrunk was a bugbear that ruled over the goblins of this den. I learned later that he had ambushed Vynil, nearly striking his head from his shoulders. They were trapped in a tight corridor with an angry bugbear bearing down on them. I was ready to act swiftly. I discovered another corridor that connected mine to theirs. I was ready to ambush the bugbear and pince him from both sides. However, I never got the chance. The battle ended almost as soon as it had begun at the hands of our own bugbear. An agile dodge followed by a crushing strike, and Gorrunk met his end. The goblins that heeded his command fled in terror. The day was ours. Just down the way, in the throne room, we found the prisoners. However, we were told we were looking for eleven missing people, and instead found twelve. The twelfth was a man named Chaab. He was a soldier, stripped of his armor and taken prisoner all the same. For now, I know little of Chaab, only that he is a member of the Zhentarim, and had wealth to spare. He gave me a bag of precious gems as "payment for saving him." I thought little of the payment and sold the gems to a jeweler. It will serve well to acquire better armor. As we rounded up the prisoners, Chaab was very insistent on leaving the cave as soon as possible. I cannot help but wonder why. He is a soldier, and one of Zhentarim, no less. They pride themelves on knowledge and power. They command fear, not feel it. What could have driven this man to flee a goblin den so quickly?

He told us the origins of this den. It was once a cave that housed a great dragon, slain by adventurers in times passed. The remnants of it were scavenged, but it was home to the goblins now. The shield Gorrunk carried was a large dragon's scale. If it's any indication of the might of the beast that once called that cave home, I am glad we did not arrive while it was still alive. Hale has taken the shield for himself. I won't dare try to take it from him. The townsfolk were returned safely, but I still have many questions, and almost all for Chaab. But now is not the time to ask them. For now, we rest, until we learn what the future holds. You were right, Aurin. I did find new friends to keep by my side. But no matter how long they stay, no matter how many battles we face, they will never fill the space you left, in our ranks, at my side, and in my heart.

What I would not have given to bring you along.

~Goisfrid

[the-science-of-stories]

Garster ( @yordlerust ), Trona’s party Rogue sent me a Darkest Dungeon Plague Doctor (who was the inspiration behind Trona’s original design) pin for my satchel bag. It matches my keychain I got from Phoenix ComiCon! 

Thanks for the gift, buddy! I love it. 

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[full-imagination]

Garster, Joan T.

SPARTANBURG, SC- Joan Tanner Garster, 86, wife of the late Robert Garster, passed away on Wednesday, August 7, 2019. Born July 10, 1933 in... http://dlvr.it/R9wylQ

[freljord-le]

Man, halfling rangers are the best!

Halflings in general are the best! Demi’s glad that she’s got another Halfling friend in the party.

[dailymusicreleases]

CALUM STEWART Tales From The North Label: Earlywood Music Released: October 17, 2017

1 Am Monadh Ruadh 2 The Anble’s Share The Angles Share/ Copper Stills/ Gladstone 3 The Bell of Ardclach The Bell of Ardclach/ Rose of Rothhes 4 Randolph’s Leap – Part 1 5 Randolph’s Leap – Part 2 6 Am Fear Liath Mór 7 The Seven Men of Glen Moriston Garster’s Dream/ The Seven Men of Glen Moriston/ Fisherman’s Lilt 8 Sueno’s Stone 9 Music O’Spey 10 Lasses of Stewarton Tailgating the Minister/ The Lasses of Stewarton / Loch Earn