#gortus...

[enjoylentgreen]

Pyrrha and Wake is hot as hell, don't get me wrong, but I feel like I definitely know how that would've happened.

Gideon and Wake? I need to know what was going on. I need to know their thoughts. Let me in there.

[gender-mailman]

G-gortu- gorture bullet hell gendie when? /silly /nf

ya' gority (gorture personhood term) is redownloading jsab because kie misses it :3 do expect relevant stuff

[homiecid3]

A fox and his demon husbands….

Oc : Kichi nobuchika from my pathfinder campaign, and his husbands Gortus and Gurnak

[absolxguardian]

Me, knowing that Ortus is short for Mortus, when Ortus the First has G.P as his call sign: Hmmm, Gortus

[recentanimenews]

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic Stage Musical Unveils Seven New Visuals

  Shinobu Ohtaka's Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic is getting the stage musical treatment this summer. We've already seen a few of its stars in full costume — today, we get to see seven more.

  Kotaro Yoshitani, whose previous work includes stage musicals of Revolutionary Girl Utena and BANANA FISH, will be directing, with a script by Touken Ranbu musical writer Sayaka Asai.

  Check out the rest of the cast in costume:

  Takuji Kawakubo as Jamil

  Daisuke Hirose as Cassim

  Mitsuhiro Nagatomo (Hibiki) as Budel

  Miho Sugimoto as Baba-sama

  RELATED: Shinobu Ohtaka's Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic Manga Gets Musical Adaptation in June 2022

  Shogo Onozuka as Gortus

  Shina Tanaka as Hakuei Ren

  Akito Tejima (SOLIDEMO) as Judal

  RELATED: Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic Musical Releases Documentary Clip Following Its Main Cast Members' Challenge

  The stars appear alongside ORβIT member Yugo Miyajima, who plays protagonist Aladdin.

  Musical Magi -Dungeon Suite- will be performed June 3-12, 2022 at Tokyo's Tennozu Galaxy Theater, and June 18-19 at Osaka's Morinomiya Piloti Hall.

  © Shinobu Ohtaka / Shogakukan / "Magi" Musical Production Committee

  Source: Comic Natalie

    Watch Magi on Crunchyroll!

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Kara Dennison is the book reviewer for Sci-Fi Magazine and a regular features writer for Otaku USA Magazine. Follow her on Twitter @RubyCosmos, and read more at KaraDennison.com.

By: Kara Dennison

[transvavsquad]

i have no reason to explain myself but i have to so like i was a terrible roleplayer and i probably always will be but at some point loxie and gortu went from hatesex buddies to. something. else. and like the sex was still there but he... legit cared about her? and she was pretty cool with him too? and like i feel like if she hadn’t been with adam then things might have turned out different but who knows how and i just honestly? think about this a lot. like a lot. i shouldn’t. i do.

[b133d-4-u]

Korrosin Chronicles Workshop #14

Now that I've finished the races, I'm starting on the religions. There are several religions in Orstrys, and, like the races, I will be splitting them up for easier reading; first up is the overview of religions.

The Pantheon of the Nine Lords

The Pantheon of Nine Lords is the most common religion in Orstrus, and while some kingdoms may not worship the Pantheon, several of the deities have appeared in their religions. It consists of the major deities Ortos of Eternity, Kiiras of Dimensions, Shakkar of the Rebirthing Flame, Marrion of the Verdant Forest, and Moriat of the Willful Gale, and the minor deities Kairoban of the Cavernous Mountain, Corina of the Bountiful Waves, Teribos of the Enticing Winds, and Faeridor of the Violent Blaze. Two other deities are known, but worship is all but non-existent; Dorinum of the Dominant Shadow - Shakkar's rival deity and ruler of Dustaman, the Prison of the Gods - and Balseer of the Mystical Arts - Shakkar's brother and first casualty of the War of the Ten.

Tekii Azutta

Literally translating to "Great Gods", Tekii Azutta is the religion of the Kruk. It consists of Basako Gradak (Lit. "Light River"), Jes Bukakap (Lit. "Dark Guardian"), Tekii Dratak (Lit. "Great Tree"), Glatruk Kekuna (Lit. "Ruin Worker"), Jatiiko Riiko (Lit. "Family Fire"), Kako Riiko (Lit. "Earth Fire"), La Gortu (Lit. "Devour Feast"), and Kan Tagasa (Lit. "Sky Anger"). The first six correspond to Ortos, Kiiras, Marrion, Moriat, Faeridor, and Kairoban respectively, though their roles are different from the Pantheon of the Nine Lords; Ortos is day, Kiiras is night, Marrion is the great tree the Kruk'Gul inhabit, Moriat is warfare, Faeridor is sex and sleep, and Kairoban is the volcano whose lava surrounds Zukar. The two other gods - La Gortu and Kan Tagasa - represent celebration, specifically feasts (as their name implies) and the weather.

The Beasts of Ice

The Beasts of Ice is the religion of the Lobaas, and consists of Marrion, Moriat, Amaroqar, Bantuk, Samatempi, and Olulhuaqan as cardinal deities, with several smaller figures in their mythology. Marrion, being their chief deity, influences many aspects of Lobaasi culture, including their reverence for nature. Moriat is still the antithesis of Marrion, but is viewed as a necessary part of Lobaasi society. Amaroqar is the "Chief of Snow", and used the Amaroq to control the winds. Bantuk represents the hunt and graces hunters with either luck or peril, depending on their respect for their prey. Samatempi is the embodiment of Lobaasi will and music, constantly battling the wintekowa. Olulhuaqan is the deity of destruction, making room for new life to be created.

Coreborn Religion

The coreborn religion is primitive and lacks information due to the violent nature of the practitioners, including a proper name. It consists of at least 3 deities: Grul, the war god, Nik, the family god, and Orf, the healing god. Grul is invoked before every raid or battle by setting fire to bones and then devouring them; Nik is invoked during times of joyous occasion or childbirth; Orf is invoked during the healing practices or during what rudimentary funerals the coreborn have.

[warpnwefttrends]

A privileged moment for Warp 'n Weft to be with H. E. Mr Navtej Sarna & his lovely wife Mrs Avina Sarna at Benarasi Fabric of Antiquity in London. Thank you Mr Gortu for all your support. #highcommissioner #indiauk #navtejsarna #avinasarna #privilege #warpnweftmoment #culture #benarasi #fabricofantiquity #benarasinlondon #art #craft #artisans #handweaves #warpnweftway #heirloom #boastofindia #gloryofindia #texminindia #pmoindia #makeinindia #thefdci (at Nehru Centre London) https://www.instagram.com/p/BLDLFeBgu-U/?igshid=116dpy3gnq8d8

[ask-the-frames]

"I'm not going anywhere with you until o figure out how to get off this planet and definitely not deeper into criminal territory. Gortus, where is the ship? Is it even on your navigation?"

"I....no, I have no idea where it is and I don't have any connection to the operator.."

"Hallo? Anybody in there or are you just a hunk of junk like ze others?" (Magiccatburglar)

The machine awoke from her long slumber with a chime and was greeted by the pink-haired burgular. From her sensors came a blinding blue light that assaulted Maeve’s eyes before Trinity stood up

[origami-goblin]

Episode 25 - Habe ‘N Fever

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Thursday, November 16th, 2017 

Eager to uncover more answers, the party heads south to Habe’s Sanatorium to interview the only survivor from the first series of attacks in the murder spree – Grayst Sevilla. When they arrive at the asylum, they find the place meticulously clean and well-kept. Upon entering, the reception area is empty save a rope instructing visitors to ���Pull for Service’, which they do. Minutes later, a lanky man in layered robes greets them coldly. The man, Erin Habe, regrets to inform the party that the Sanatorium is simply too busy for visitors at the moment, and asks them to return at a later time. 

Krask mentions that Sheriff Hemlock had given them information about Grayst and they wished to ask him a few questions. At the mention of the Sheriff, Habe appears uneasy and insists that nothing can be done. A pair of tiefling twins in simple garb appear to stand behind Habe, exerting their presence in an imposing manner. Barnaby takes over the diplomacy, convincing Habe that he is a well-trained, certified psychiatrist who trained under the famous Magnimarian doctor, Wilbur Retford. Habe and Barnaby exchange their thoughts on medical terminology such as agoraphobia and dementia, while Theo secretly casts Message to assist Barnaby in his persuasion. Gradually, Habe’s disposition towards the group turns from indifferent to friendly and he agrees to bring the patient downstairs. 

Grayst is knocking on death’s door; his gaunt face, gangrenous complexion, and wild hair serve as a horrific accompaniment to his mindless groans. Even in a straightjacket, this ex-bodyguard is a formidable sight. He mutters incoherent thoughts about razors, teeth, and the Skinsaw Man. When his unfocused eyes finally settle on Barnaby, Grayst’s eyes bulge and he says: 

“He said. He said you would visit me. His Lordship. The one that unmade me said so. He has a place for you. A precious place. I’m so jealous. He has a message for you. He made me remember it. I hope I haven’t forgotten. The master wouldn’t approve if I forgot. Let me see… let… me… see… He said you should come to the Misgivings soon, to meet the Pack, for they have something wonderful to show you.” 

With that, Grayst’s head collapses to the tabletop and he begins to groan. While Habe looks on in confusion at this outburst, Grayst suddenly breaks free of his straightjacket and lunges at Barnaby. Fobias steps in and eliminates the threat, leaving Gortus to mop up the bloody mess on the floor. Habe apologizes for the party’s troubles, and implores them to keep the incident between them; no need to get the authorities involved with the Sanatorium’s affairs. 

As the party begins to leave, however, they find their way blocked by one of the orderlies – Habe wants their word that nothing will be spoken of what happened. Barnaby is unconvincing, and Habe refuses to let them leave without giving them a mental examination. Krask fires his crossbow and kills the orderly. While Habe reels in surprise, he is struck down by the rest of the group. Fobias chases after the other brother, who runs downstairs and out of sight, preparing his blade for when the tiefling returns. But when the orderly returns from the basement, he is followed by four zombies and a hooded man who instructs the party to leave the Sanatorium grounds. 

They stay. 

Fobias is quickly swarmed by the moaning zombies and his strength is sapped by the hooded man. The rest of the party focuses their attention on the zombies, but before they can give Fobias a clear exit, the hooded man raises a gnarled finger and relieves Fobias of his sight. Through a series of wild falchion swings, crossbow bolts from Krask, calculated strikes from Barnaby, and complex hexes by Theo, the party is able to turn the tables and kill the remaining zombies. The hooded man drops to his needs and begs for mercy, but he is granted no quarter. Barnaby strikes him down. 

Fobias remains blinded. 

What secrets lie within the stark white walls of the Sanatorium? Why would an asylum have undead humans living in the basement? Can we get a Keynote presentation from Dr. Barnaby Daryngton?

[enjoylentgreen]

Started calling G1deon Gortus and now I can’t stop helpp

[roland-terrasold-blog]

Journal 57

I am, quite often, an over dramatic fool. It would seem my last entry was an example of this. All is well. Our group feels closer than it has since before Runeforge. Elkin especially seems to be in a better mood than I’ve seen him since…maybe ever. I’m finally feeling that celebratory mood we should have had since freeing Blackwell and returning to Sandpoint. It was a long and messy process, but it looks like our little family has patched things up. I’m glad.

Let me start from the beginning, however. I left off after Elkin left the group, with Linda fuming, Unae hurt, Ichibod concerned, and myself guilt-ridden. We decided that before we figured out what to do about the Elkin situation, we first needed to figure out how to put out the pillar of fire just outside of the town’s walls. After some attempts to put it out or dispel it, we realized that this wasn’t just a pillar of flames, but was actually a portal. Into hell. Right outside of Sandpoint. I can understand why Hemlock always looks so grouchy whenever he sees us.

Linda and I figured that Amara was our best bet to close the portal, and we returned to town to see if we could track her down. Unfortunately, all that our questioning got us was a lead that she probably teleported herself to a demiplane of her own. And that she may have been drunk. Linda told me that she would keep an eye on the portal to make sure nothing dangerous could get out of it, and in the meantime I would get some rest and prepare a sending spell to try to contact Amara in the morning.

So I returned to the demiplane and wrote the entry before this one. After that last part, my mind was in a haze of guilt and self-hatred. I did something I regret. Something I knew better than to do. I took a dagger to my skin and carved open all of my old scars, as a twisted kind of penance for my mistakes. As if Elkin would want that. As if Sarenrae would want that. I knew better. I knew in my head that Elkin would be upset if he ever found out. But I just couldn’t seem to stop myself. I felt numb and stretched thin, and I knew that the dagger would feel real, it would be something I could latch onto while everything else swam in my fucked up emotions. I don’t know why I do this. I know that the others would be disappointed in me if they found out. I know that I need to be stronger than this. But sometimes I just can’t.

I eventually bandaged the cuts and went to bed. I didn’t heal the wounds with Sarenrae’s power for a number of reasons. I didn’t feel like my injuries were worth her power. I felt like it would defeat the purpose of cutting the scars open. I felt it would be disrespectful to hurt myself and then use her power to heal it. I felt like I needed to suffer. I had a number of reasons, but none of them were good reasons.

The next morning, I found a single white feather on my bedside table, identical to the one I’d found after fighting the mummy some time ago. When I picked it up I had a sense that someone was trying to reach out to comfort me. I assume that both times I was visited by the celestial that the Manipulator had held hostage, whom she’d promised to free if we defeated the mummy and retrieved her scrolls for her. I deeply appreciate their concern, although I’m admittedly embarrassed that they’re aware of my moments of weakness. Perhaps someday I’ll meet this celestial in person and can thank them properly for looking out for me twice now.

At the time I felt conflicted, however. I didn’t feel worth the celestial’s notice. I felt like a waste of their time. I felt lowly for being so weak. I felt like I had to force myself to be stronger, to put back on the mask of ‘everything’s fine’ that I so often wear. If this being was trying to comfort me, I had to force myself to move forward, to not waste their efforts. I was clearly not in the best mindset. I think the first thing I’d do if I meet this celestial is apologize for taking their attempt to help me in such a negative direction.

After I did my morning meditations and prayers, my head had cleared slightly. I attempted to contact Amara with the sending spell I prepared. I told her in so many words that there was a portal to hell outside the city, and that I needed to meet with her. Then I awaited a reply. I sat in silence for many minutes, until suddenly a written message appeared for me. All it had were two symbols. Not even letters. Just a colon and the end of a parenthesis. I was baffled, uncertain if this was some kind of code, if Amara was still drunk and did the sending wrong, or if she was simply messing with my head. Amara told me later that it was supposed to be a smile, turned sideways.

:) …I guess I see it…

Frustrated with the waste of time and magic this entire endeavor had been, I decided to go downstairs. I could smell food cooking, and it turned out that Nel and Meinus had made pancakes for the rest of us. An even more welcome sight was Elkin, outside of his room and in a surprisingly chatty mood. He was encouraging Unae to eat the pancakes, which were apparently giving her a severe sugar high (to the point that she ran around playing with the animals outside until she passed out). Linda was also there, but she passed out almost immediately after I got downstairs. Apparently she’d really stayed up all night outside the hell portal.

Elkin offered me a large mug of wine. I was confused by the complete change in his mood but gladly accepted. After Unae passed out from the sugar high and Elkin returned from taking her to her room to sleep it off, I asked Elkin if he was really doing alright. I didn’t know if he’d just decided to go back to completely burying his feelings like he had been when we first met or what, but this was such a huge change from his stormy mood the last few days that I didn’t know how to take it.

Elkin explained that while he’d spent time with his new friends, the tieflings Gortus and Gurnak, they’d told him about the god Cayden Cailean. Elkin’s decided that he wants to embrace the philosophy of the god of freedom. I asked him to tell me a bit about Cayden Cailean, as I’m less familiar with him than many of the other gods. He’s apparently one of the rare gods who ascended from being mortal after passing the trials of the Starstone, and he encourages freedom and an adventurous spirit. He lacks a true holy text, and his temples are various taverns set up by the faithful. He sounds like a very different god than Sarenrae or Desna, but not in a bad way. Seeing how much more cheerful Elkin’s been this past day I heartily encourage his newfound faith.

Elkin apologized for how he’d reacted the day before, although I feel his frustration with us was justified. I apologized for making such a mess of things and for hurting him, however unintentionally it may have been. Elkin told me not to worry about it, and that he shouldn’t have expected us to be perfect in such a strenuous situation. I’m glad that Elkin is feeling better and isn’t holding any of what transpired against us, yet I still feel bad for how I handled the situation. I wish I could think of some way to make it up to him.

In the meantime, Elkin had decided to see how far he could push his good cheer, and decided to prank Linda since she’d fallen asleep on the kitchen table. He put a glob of syrup on Linda’s hands and stuck them to the table. Normally I wouldn’t likely encourage this, especially after Linda stayed up all night keeping watch so the town would be safe. But Elkin’s good mood was infectious and it was so good to see him feeling better that I let it get the better of me.

Afterwards we both decided to hightail it out of the kitchen before she woke up, as neither of us wanted to face her wrath upon discovering the prank. As we made to leave the demiplane, who should show up but Amara? My old friend told me that she would be able to close the portal into Hell, no problem. Except that she wanted to go through it first, because she needed to catch up with Bulba and the other Pathfinders. And she also needed money for her expedition, so she’d have to settle affairs in town before she’d be willing to help. I was set to be frustrated with her flippant disregard for the potential danger of having a portal to Hell wide open outside a city, when she mentioned that we could help to expedite things. She offered me a number of powerful magical items which would be incredibly useful on our own expedition. They were expensive, but less expensive than they would have been if it was someone other than Amara selling them. And some of them were absurdly useful. My personal favorite being a Ring of the Ecclesiarch, which I’ve replaced my ring of protection with. I think I’ll see if Elkin would like the ring of delayed doom, considering how often he’s been hit with mind effecting spells. There’s also a ring of spell storing, which I’m going to fill with some of the arcane spells I like. I also asked Amara if she could make some scrolls for me, so that I could cast invisibility purge and true sight without always preparing them. Considering how badly things would have ended without Cardinal Zalbrag the other day, I’m not taking my chances with invisible enemies ever again.

Amara seemed pleased with the transaction, and joked she’d throw in closing the portal to Hell for free (at least I hope she’s joking that she even considered charging for that). As a parting gift I also gave her the cloak of bones that I’d found the first time our group was in Sandpoint. I don’t have a use for it, and I suspect it’ll help Amara in her research, if “Stumpy” is any indication of her current line of research.

By now, she’s probably in Hell and the portal is closed. I hope she’ll be alright. She can be frustrating and infuriating sometimes, but she’s also a dear friend. I know she’s a powerful magic user and I’m sure she knows what she’s doing, but she has such a habit of following whatever little whim she has that I fear she may find herself in over her head one of these days.

Regardless, there’s nothing I can do to help her now. I have to hope she and the Pathfinder Association have things under control, because we have our own venture to return to soon.

By the time I was done talking with Amara, Unae had woken up and Ichibod had come down to the entryway to join us. Unae decided that Elkin needed some new clothes. It’s true, for basically the first time Elkin was walking around without his heavy armor on, and the clothing he typically wore underneath were in tatters. Ichibod and I tagged along. I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts after the night before, and Ichibod I think just likes the company and spending time with us.

We made our way to a clothing shop that I believe was in town even before the recent expansion. Unae found some nice daily clothes for Elkin, and picked out a breathtaking dress for herself designed to emulate Desna. I bought some clothes Ichibod picked out for Timmy after we remembered that he had basically no funds of his own. I also bought some robes for myself. Something formal, but not so much as the clothes I’d worn the day before. Really, all I wanted was to buy some basic tunics for daily wear, but I guess I do need to look the part of a bishop now, and the shop didn’t sell the more simple garments I was interested in. The colors are right for it, at least.

Afterwards I split off from the others. They planned to go to a blacksmith to buy armor and new under-armor for Elkin, while I still wanted to go to another clothing store to buy some regular tunics. I spent some time browsing on my own and found a couple of outfits that were to my liking.

Looking back, going by myself defeated the purpose of wanting to spend time with the others to keep from being alone with my own thoughts, but by this point I was thoroughly distracted, so whatever works I suppose.

I returned to the demiplane and changed into one of my new outfits. Despite having to see my bandaged scars to change clothes, having a new outfit did help me to feel marginally better in a way.

Afterwards I went outside with the intention of watching the ocean waves for a bit, but as I left the ship I saw Ichibod approaching with the wheelbarrow of scrap metal, which he was struggling to push. I offered to lend him a hand, which he readily agreed to. I was more than happy to help, as I told Ichibod, I’d prepared the perfect spell which was going to go to waste otherwise.

I cast plane shift, teleporting myself, Ichibod, and the wheelbarrow directly into Ichibod’s room in the demiplane. Ichibod was a bit giddy afterwards, and his mood was infectious. Teleporting in this manner was actually a fun experience. Not like some dimension jumping experiences I could mention and wish I could forget.

Ichibod began fiddling with his scrap metal and we chatted for some time. He showed me a machine he’d brought with him that could help him to perform surgeries and allowed him to create pieces of technology if he had the right materials. I’m not keen on the idea of someone cutting me open and sticking metal bits inside me, that’s typically what I spend my day-to-day life avoiding. Ichibod said he knew I didn’t want to undergo surgery, but that he wanted to make a gift for me regardless, in the form of one of those tablets that Clyde had given Linda. He said it could be used to continue writing this journal, but without as much risk of damage. It might also be able to hold arcane spells or other kinds of magic that depend on written word. It would take some getting used to, but the idea is intriguing. It would certainly take less room than carrying multiple scrolls, journals, and writing supplies, with less risk of being damaged during our journeys.

I told him that it seemed like a good idea, and that I deeply appreciated the thought. Afterwards he showed me a lovely design he’d been planning for a metal flower with a clock or compass in the center for Unae, which I believe she’ll love. Ichibod expressed that he wanted to make something for every member of our group. He wanted to feel useful, and to be able to make things to benefit all of us.

For the first time I think I’ve come to appreciate just how hard Ichibod is trying. He’s foreign and seems strange to us much of the time, and until now I’d disregarded many of his actions as absurd and poorly thought out. But from how he talked to me today, all he really wants is to be our friend and to find his place in this strange world with his son. Sometimes I think he tries a little too hard, and that causes him to throw himself into things without thinking it through, but his heart is clearly in the right place.

Eventually our discussion turned to our group and this world. I told Ichibod that I would gladly answer any questions he had to the best of my ability. He deserved as much, after following us blindly for the past week.

Ichibod’s first question surprised me, he wanted to learn more about our deities. The city of Blackwell had lost virtually all knowledge of the gods under the former King Blackwell’s rule. I explained the concept of the gods to Ichibod in the most basic way I could think of. I went on to tell him more about Sarenrae, about her affiliation with the sun and about the desert land where the Dawnflower’s worship first took root. Ichibod asked if I was from the desert. Much as I would like to claim Keleshite descent, I told him that no, I’m originally from Cheliax.

Fortunately Ichibod didn’t ask for specifics of Chelaxian society, instead asking how I ended up following the Dawnflower’s path if I wasn’t from a land that worshipped her. I admitted to Ichibod that my story might sound a bit farfetched, but Ichibod pointed out that everything about our group seemed a bit fanciful at this point. I cannot disagree. As such, I told him a bit about my history. I did not go into much detail about the Dragon Raiders, although I do intent to tell Ichibod about my past before we leave for Xin’Shalast. There’s a couple of things I need to do before we head out, knowing that I’ll likely face Emmery for a final time there.

I did tell him about my time as a lone mercenary after leaving the Raiders, and about throwing myself into battle to find some semblance of purpose. Then, of course, I told him about how that life lead to my death, and how I was brought back by a celestial servant of Sarenrae. Ichibod chimed in that it reminded him of when I brought him back to life. He said that in a way my resurrecting him had given him the chance to embrace his transformation after awakening, much as I embraced a new path with Sarenrae’s blessing. I had never considered this. For me, resurrecting Ichibod had been a horrifying moment in which I held a new ally’s life in many hands, in which I was the only one who could keep that life from being cut short. From Ichibod’s perspective, however, it would seem it was an eye opening experience very similar to what I had been through.

We spoke for some time more. I told him about our fight with the giants, about Linda besting the red dragon, and our journey to the giant’s fortress. I explained to him what our group’s current goal was in Xin’Shalast, tracking down and destroying the Rune Lord Karvoug for the evil he has and will unleash on the world. I told him that each of us had a personal enemy who was likely waiting for us there. Ichibod admitted that he felt it was likely that Mary would be there. He admitted that while things had been getting cold between them for a while, what really hurt him about her betrayal was how she abandoned Timmy. This struck a chord with me, and I fear some of my anger must have shone through as I spoke. It’s cruel that she left her child alone with people he didn’t know in a world that was completely alien to him. What if she’d been wrong about us stopping in Sandpoint? What if we’d gone straight from Blackwell to Xin’Shalast? What if we hadn’t thought to stop by the Rusty Dragon to see Betsy? What if Timmy had wandered off on his own without his parents there? There were a number of things that could have gone wrong, that could have left Timmy without either of his parents, or lost where Ichibod couldn’t find him.

It’s bad enough that the boy will likely spend much of his young life wondering why his mother abandoned him and his father. Timmy seems like a smart kid. I pray that he’s smart enough to know that this was her choice and not something caused by him. I don’t know if anything can hurt a child more than believing their parent abandoned them, and questioning if it was because of them, if there’s something wrong with them that caused it…

These same thoughts crossed my mind when Ichibod spoke of Mary abandoning their son. As I said, my emotions must have gotten the better of me, because Ichibod put a hand on my shoulder and tried to comfort me. I’m a bit annoyed with myself for being such an open book in the moment. Ichibod is the one whose wife abandoned him and his child, and who was likely manipulating him for many years before then. I should have been trying to comfort him, not the other way around.

Regardless, we drifted to more pleasant subjects and stayed in his room for a bit longer before Ichibod decided he needed to go check on Timmy. He offered for me to join him, to which I agreed. I had an idle idea as we left the room, and asked Ichibod if Timmy had any animals he particularly liked so far. When asked why, I explained to Ichibod that I’d been practicing whittling and wanted to try making some small toys for Timmy and the Blackwell twins.

When I had to explain what whittling was, Ichibod suddenly began freaking out. For some reason Ichibod was under the impression that trees were sentient creatures, like animals or people. I had to explain what a plant was, but not before Ichibod managed to slip in a particularly gruesome comparison to whittling being like chopping up a person’s child. I’ve asked Ichibod to never use that particular word choice again. Ever.

Ichibod eventually seemed to understand that I wasn’t suggesting chopping up a live feeling creature, and he calmed down a bit. Before we could find a new subject matter, however, a new subject found us in the form of Elkin bursting into the demiplane with Unae. He started yelling for me in a panic and told me that “Unae’s brain is rotting”. When I finally managed to calm him down enough to form a more coherent sentence, he explained that they went to see a doctor about Unae’s strange condition that causes her to get sick around Elkin. The doctor in question claimed that Unae could be suffering from “elven dementia”, hence Elkin’s assertion that Unae’s brain was rotting.

This diagnosis didn’t sound right, and when I examined her I didn’t find anything to suggest this. I even used spells to sense poison or magic on her, just in case, but there was nothing. Ichibod insisted on trying out his “new toy” on Unae. He folded out the cube, now apparently named Nemo, and had it examine her. The machine came to the same conclusion as me, Unae is perfectly healthy. The only other cause Ichibod could think of was a curse, which sounds reasonable. I have a spell I could prepare later to attempt to remove it if it is a curse. It’s a shame I lack any magic that can identify curses to know if it’ll actually do anything, however.

We didn’t get to discuss more possibilities, however, as at the moment Linda woke up.

As you may recall, Elkin played a prank on Linda a few hours earlier, in which he put syrup in her hands while she was asleep.

Elkin heard Linda’s enraged yell and made a dash for his room. Linda came barreling up the stairs after him. She drew her axe with the intention of breaking down his door.

I warned Linda not to do it. I told her that if she tried to break down the door, I would eject her from the demiplane. She didn’t listen. So I did. Only as far as the ship, so she could reenter as she wished. I’d hoped that it would give her a moment to cool her head.

It did not. Instead she charged back into the demiplane and made a beeline for Elkin’s door. I ejected her again. This continued for maybe a good five minutes, and I don’t regret a moment of it. After the first few times I really just kept going out of curiosity for how long she would keep it up. Would she exhaust herself first, or realize that trying to force her way into the demiplane was futile and give up?

Neither apparently. She kept going without any sign of even considering giving up, until Ichibod decided to backstab me and used the same planeshift spell I’d shown him only an hour earlier to teleport Linda directly into Elkin’s room. A moment later Elkin had dashed out of his room with Linda hot on his heels. They ran outside to the pasture where we’d relocated Unae’s animal friends. There Linda tackled Elkin and began rubbing the half-day old syrup all over Elkin’s face and horns. The small muscle-bound queen tackling our towering tiefling friend to the ground and rubbing gelatinous sugar on his face was quite the sight.

Our merriment was halted for a moment by a strange sight in the pasture. Timmy was playing with the ever growing number of rabbits, and a creature we’d never seen before had joined him. It had the body of a wolf and the head of some kind of deer. The being spotted us, and bounded over to Unae. It nuzzled her gently before running to the edge of the demiplane and vanishing.

Unae came to the conclusion that the creature was the reincarnation of Lamatar Bayden and his fae lover. When Unae had returned his spirit to her, the two of them had joined together to form a new being. That was when they left behind the twin rings that now linked Unae and Elkin.

I’m glad to know the two of them found peace in the end. I wasn’t in a state of mind to go with Unae when she went to sooth the fae’s spirit, so I never really knew what happened to their spirits. It’s good to finally see the result, and know that they’re happy despite the hardships they faced.

After the moment passed, we all returned to the manor. With all of us finally together, awake, and in high spirits, Ichibod suggested we have a little party to celebrate our recent string of victories. Elkin quickly jumped on board, offering to supply us with more than enough alcohol to last the night. Unae and Ichibod vanished off to somewhere together, and I excused myself for a moment as well. Elkin was not just back to normal, but was in a better mood than I’d likely ever seen him. The others were all happy, and we’d had a great day together without anything trying to kill us or tear our group apart. I felt that in the spirit of my friends’ current joy, I needed to mend my own open wounds. There was no place for that kind of self hatred and self pity at this party.

When I returned, Elkin had brought out a number of barrels of alcohol for us. Ichibod returned with Unae. He’d used his form changing magic to dress up in a fine outfit, even exchanging his witch’s hat for a top hat. I poked fun that he was the only one dressing up, but it looked good on him, and he was clearly having a good time with the rest of us. Linda suggested some drinking games, and we all decided to join in.

Honestly, my memory is a bit hazy after that. I recall we played a game Linda called ‘never have I ever’, and I’ve done enough that the night blurred together rather early on. I think that due to the nature of the game (and the charcoal drawings we found on our faces the next day), Unae was the last one left standing. She was alos the only one who actually made it to her room for the night, the rest of us woke the next day still at the table.

I wish to end this entry on a good note. Unfortunately, we didn’t wake up in the same cheerful mood we’d gone to sleep in. As we slept, we had another vision. At least, I think it was just a vision. There was something decidedly different about this one that the visions and dream scrying we’d experienced in the past. I will document it next time.

[recentanimenews]

Shinobu Ohtaka's Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic Manga Gets Musical Adaptation in June 2022

    A musical adaptation of Shinobu Ohtaka's fantasy action adventure manga Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, entitled "Musical 'Magi' - Dungeon Kumikyoku (Suite) -," is scheduled to be performed at The Galaxy Theater in Tokyo from June 3 to 12, then at Morinomiya Piloti Hall in Osaka on June 18 and 19.

  The manga was serialized in Shogakukan's Weekly Shonen Sunday from 2009 to 2017, then its TV anime  adaptation was aired for 50 episodes from 2012 to 2014. This is the first time this manga has been made into a musical.

  Kotaro Yoshitani, known for his stage play adaptation works based on popular Japanese game/manga/anime series, such as Hetalia, BANANA FISH, Bakumatsu Rock, and Revolutionary Girl Utena, is attached to direct on a script/lyrics by Sayaka Asai (Touken Ranbu musicals). Yugo Miyajima, a member of the seven-member Japanese-Korean dance vocal unit ORβIT, is cast as the protagonist Aladdin, while Hiroki Ino (Tenya Iida in the My Hero Academia stage plays) plays another protagonist, Alibaba. And voice actor Toshiyuki Morikawa, who voiced Ugo in the anime series, will make a voice appearance as his character.

    Message from director Kotaro Yoshitani:

  A dazzling world of magical strange adventure. Please come to the theater with the excitement and thrill like experiencing an attraction. The vibrant city, the wide expanse of grassland, and the terrifying labyrinth (dungeon) are all presented with full visual and aural effects, making each scene a moving, three-dimensional experience. Come and join Aladdin on his magical turban for an adventure. The musical "Magi" will take you to a magical world. 

      Teaser visual:

    Main cast:

  Aladdin: Yugoa Miyajima

Alibaba: Hiroki Ino

Morgiana: Nana Okada (AKB48)

Budel: Mitsuhiro Nagatomo (Hibiki)

Baba-sama: Miho Sugimoto

Gortus: Shogo Onozuka

Hakuei Ren: Shina Tanaka

Judal: Akito Tejima (SOLIDEMO)

Kasim: Daisuke Hirose

Jamil: Yuji Kawakubo

Ugo: Toshiyuki Morikawa

    大高忍 による人気漫画「マギ」が、初のミュージカル化！ 22年6月東京大阪にて上演！https://t.co/032R2hccEc 週刊少年サンデー最速先行：23日10時～ ※明日発売のサンデーQRから 最速HP先行：25日正午〜#ミューマギ #宮島優心 #猪野広樹 #岡田奈々 #廣瀬大介 #川久保拓司 #森川智之(声の出演) pic.twitter.com/wFhhnNwU7q

— ミュージカル「マギ」－迷宮組曲－ (@musical_magi) March 22, 2022

    Source: "Musical 'Magi' - Dungeon Kumikyoku -" official website / Twitter

  © Shinobu Otaka, Shogakukan/Musical "Magi" Production Committee

  By: Mikikazu Komatsu

[recentanimenews]

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic Musical Releases Documentary Crip Following Its Main Cast Members' Challenge

    The official website for the forthcoming musical adaptation of Shinobu Ohtaka's fantasy action adventure manga Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic, entitled "Musical 'Magi' - Dungeon Kumikyoku (Suite) -," has posted a 10-minute documentary clip following its three main cast members' first photo session in costume, interviews, and practice.

  Yugo Miyajima (a member of the seven-member Japanese-Korean dance vocal unit ORβIT) is cast as the protagonist Aladdin, along with Hiroki Ino (Tenya Iida in the My Hero Academia stage plays) as another protagonist and Nana Okada (a member of Japanese female idol group AKB48) as the main heroine Morgiana.

  In the end of the clip, Miyajima says, "I hope you will see a new side of me on this Magi musical. I also hope that Magi fans who don't know me will get to know me, and I will do my best to make this a wonderful and heart-warming stage."

        The stag play directed by Kotaro Yoshitani (Hetalia, Revolutionary Girl Utena) is scheduled to be performed at The Galaxy Theater in Tokyo from June 3 to 12, 2022, then at Morinomiya Piloti Hall in Osaka on June 18 and 19.

    Teaser visual:

    Main cast:

  Aladdin: Yugoa Miyajima:

    Alibaba: Hiroki Ino:

    Morgiana: Nana Okada:

    Budel: Mitsuhiro Nagatomo (Hibiki)

Baba-sama: Miho Sugimoto

Gortus: Shogo Onozuka

Hakuei Ren: Shina Tanaka

Judal: Akito Tejima (SOLIDEMO)

Kasim: Daisuke Hirose

Jamil: Yuji Kawakubo

Ugo: Toshiyuki Morikawa (voice-only)

    Source: "Musical 'Magi' - Dungeon Kumikyoku -" official website / Twitter

  © Shinobu Otaka, Shogakukan/Musical "Magi" Production Committee

  By: Mikikazu Komatsu

[ask-the-frames]

The second the pieces hit the ground she touched it, causing them to glow a blinding green. The pieces began to fit together until there were two Trinity primes sitting next to each other. From the other Trinity came a confused male voice asking what was going on, the onboard AI names Gortus

"Operator? What's going on? Why am I in a Warframe?"

It was then the actual Trinity turned her attention back to Maeve, obviously not impressed by the display. If the Lotus saw that she'd be ordered to capture the scrapper so she could be forced to replicate rare resources

"Hon, you're gonna have to try a bit harder to make a buck off of me"

"Hallo? Anybody in there or are you just a hunk of junk like ze others?" (Magiccatburglar)

The machine awoke from her long slumber with a chime and was greeted by the pink-haired burgular. From her sensors came a blinding blue light that assaulted Maeve’s eyes before Trinity stood up