Dwarven Fighter

Here is a dwarven fighter in the armor I drew up a little while ago.

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Helm of Agir

Agir, lord of the sea.

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More on Dwarves

I tried sketching some lower-class dwarf clothing. I like the east-west mix style of clothing found in Avatar: The Legend of Korra, so I tried recreating that.

Of-course, all dwarves need hoods. ;)

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Dwarves and Armor

It's been a while. I haven't had a lot to present, although I draw as often as I can. Today is special, though. My players are just about to set off on a quest that will bring them into contact with the dwarves of the western mountains. As such, I've had dwarves on the mind and I've been sketching them out quite a bit.

In my world the dwarves were introduced to the world quite late, later even that humans, although their race is much older than the race of men. They lived underground for centuries, thriving, building vast kingdoms beneath the earth. It was not until the Black Tyrant began digging his great mines that dwarves at last beheld the outside world. Their culture had plenty of time to develop independently, which is why I decided a while ago that I wanted the dwarves' culture to be quite different from the cultures of the regions their mountains inhabit.

Tolkien created a lot of staples in fantasy. One of them is dwarven masked helmets. I'll probably be breaking a lot of traditional dwarven staples, but this is not one of them. For one thing, I think masked helmets are super awesome. For another, it fits with my conception of dwarven warfare (fighting in tunnels with no light means not a lot of reason for having open faced helmets). Originally I went for a "tribal" look. While I rather like it, I wasn't completely satisfied.

I tried a lot of different ideas. I had decided I really liked the lamellar plates, so I was sticking to eastern looks, but didn't like any of the results. I decided, "Whatever, I'll try it with a viking ocular helmet."  Which pretty much became the basis for the final design. I tried incorporating Central Asian elements into the final look of the helmet.

Overall, I'm really happy with the way it turned out.

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India Diary

A children's story I've written. There may be more of them in the future. Also, that story about the boy and the gnome is being worked on. I've made a lot of edits so it's pretty slow going, but I am making some progress.

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Today I met a boy unlike anyone else in this godforsaken country. Ever since I arrived, this place has been a special hell for me. The constant, muggy heat makes me sweat gallons so that I am always thirsty. The city is hardly a city; it resembles more a country town with dirt roads and filthy, stinking animals everywhere I turn. And outside this city? A jungle. The canopy of which rises higher than the largest buildings in town, and is so dense you can't even see the sun if you wander in. Nothing like back home. And the people? They are the worst! Savages, really. It's true everything they say about them. The other children are the meanest little roaches on the face of this earth. They'll tease me, and sometimes hit me with sticks, but I can never give them what for as they always run off scuttling across stalls and scurrying under carts and I lose them before I've even begun to chase them.

My only consolation is that my parents have taken much pity on me, so that I am never in need of sweets should I wish them. Indeed it was because of my parents coddling that I met that boy. I was on the outskirts of town, flirting with the line between the city and the jungle. I am under strict orders to never venture into the trees, but outside the city palisade is the only place I ever get any peace. I had a lovely bagful of sweet round candies that I was very much in the process of enjoying, when I got this weird sensation. It was like a prickling on the back of my neck, like someone was watching me. I looked around, but could spy no one.  Unconcerned I turned back to my walk. I had not gone but a few steps when I thought I heard the rustling of leaves. I whirled around and there, right before my eyes was a most unusual boy. He was right behind me, and I had not even heard him coming. He grinned a big Cheshire cat grin, then grabbed a candy from my bag and ran off into the jungle.

Well I wasn't about to leave it at that, so I took off after him. I could see him just up ahead, weaving through the trees, grabbing branches and swinging himself along like those monkeys one sometimes sees playing amidst the old town ruins. I soon lost sight of him, and assuming he had run well off, stopped to take a break, wheezing from the exertion as I was. As it turns out, it was quite lucky I was wrong in assuming he had run off. As soon as I got my breath back I realized that I was quite lost. I couldn't see the sky for the canopy, and the foliage around me was far too thick to see the palisade. I figured, however, that I had not run too far off, and with some careful guesswork I chose a direction back towards the town. Well, it was not back towards the town I am sure. I saw neither head nor tail of the town after much walking and I was becoming tired again.

I laid down with my back against a large tree and popped another candy in my mouth. I was beginning to dread my predicament and my nerves were on edge when I heard a sound off to my right. "You again!" I cried, leaping to my feet, preparing to really show the boy what for. But it was not the boy. Out of the brush came a large cat. Immediately I recalled the stories my father had told me of man-eating tigers and I admit I froze to the spot, too terrified to either fight or flee. I cursed my ill fate and that boy who had lead me into this wretched jungle. The cat stalked towards me, its feet padding along silently. I could see its eyes watching me intently; I could hear its breathing; I knew in that moment I was a goner. When out of the blue came a screech so loud the cat gave a start and sprung back several feet, looking up as he did. Out of the canopy above came that boy, flying to the ground at an alarming velocity. He leapt from the lowest branch (some fifteen or twenty feet from the ground!) and landed between the cat and myself. He wielded a large stick and, hitting the ground in front of him, gave another ear splitting screech that sent the cat running into the bush. I learnt later it was, in fact, not a tiger, and that if it had been, neither he nor I would be around to speak of it. But it was plenty big enough, with teeth and claws, and that is all I have to say on it. I stood there, shaking like a leaf. The boy turned back to look at me, gave me another of those Cheshire cat grins, and grabbed a second candy from my bag. I did not resist. Apparently that was all the currency he required to be my bodyguard, for after that encounter he stuck with me as we made our way back to the village.

He is a very odd boy. He has dark skin, made darker by the layer of dirt which covers him. His hair is a bird's nest if ever there was one, with twigs and leaves sticking out of it. He wears no clothes, save a cloth diaper, and in this he seems to keep various things he finds as he walks. Twice I saw him hide rocks in there, for what purpose I have yet to discover. He doesn't speak a lick of English, though I'm not sure he speaks much of anything as he never said a single word during our trip, which took maybe an hour. He left me at the city gate and bid adieu with a wave of his hand, then disappeared once more amidst the trees. I made my way straight home to write down everything that transpired, and here it is, the whole tale. I don't think I shall go back into that jungle any time soon, but if I should see the boy around town I'll not hesitate to offer him a candy. 

Ancient Men

I've been fleshing out the history of my world, including armor from different periods.

This is the armor of the ancient men as they arrived to the world from their ships of many sails. I began with the armor on the left, but decided to stick to the armor on the right.

The finished version.

These are from when I first began looking at the armor after the ancient men landed, during the Troll War. I tried chainmail, but I thought it looked too... plain I guess. Additionally, I think chainmail might be a later invention. So I tried a more fantastic idea, articulated arms. They look alright, but I'm glad I experimented more...

...Because I tried scalemail next. I got rid of the under layer on the leg protection so you could see the scale hauberk better. I'll try a larger version later.

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Creating Fafnir

I think of Fafnir as a great wingless wyrm. In some adaptation of the tale Sigurd and Regin find Fafnir's trail because he drags himself along the ground and creates a furrow in the earth. In Penn State's translated Volsunga Saga Sigurd claims that Fafnir is not just some ordinary wyrm but perhaps the greatest of dragons. 

So with this in mind, and the sketches of the Komodo Dragon and crocodiles, I began sketching. This was the first conception of Fafnir. 

I like it, but something about him isn't very draconic. I decided to test out this look some more.

The first one looks way too much like a dinosaur to me. The second one is something I could begin to sketch out a little more. He also follows along the same sort of tract as I've seen with other conceptions of Fafnir. Neither of these looks like "iconic dragon" to me, though. I decided it was the neck that needed work, so I produced this guy next.

I lifted the head and curved his neck back on itself. (The spikes were later when I began experimenting with those.) I think he looks much more dragon like. I decided I would look at exactly what spoke to me as an iconic dragon so I began doodling.

I paid close attention to the nose. Curving it back, pointing it, and working at the curve. I also focused on the neck. I don't think I want a Fafnir with horns, I only drew these to help discover what an iconic dragon was to me. However, all things are subject to change here.

It was soon after drawing these I decided I would explore a more snake like figure and fiddle again with the nose. This line of thinking produced these.

Currently I'm looking at combining aspects of image 3 and these guys somehow. I may have a long way to go. Feedback is welcome.

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San Diego Zoo

I had the chance to sketch some animals at the San Diego Zoo. Since I am on a mission to create a Fafnir dragon I was interested in drawing crocodiles and the Komodo Dragon (if you're gonna draw a fantasy dragon, why not start with the real one?). However, there were some others that I took the opportunity to draw. 

Here there is a hippo at the top left and an otter at the bottom right. I don't remember what kind of bird that is, but it was fun to draw. The building in the bottom left was something I saw above the tree line while in the zoo. 

The Komodo Dragon. Part of the reason I have so many was that he wouldn't come out from hiding, so I would sketch what I could see and start a new one when I got a better view. I was really hoping he would be the easiest one to draw since lizards don't tend to move around a lot, but this guy was really active.

You may be able to tell but I had already started experimenting with creature designs on this page, thus the combo monitor head with crocodile snout.

A Chinese Crocodile. He was really good, he stood very still.

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Summer Trip Sketchbook

I had lots of chances to draw while on the trip. Here are a few things.

An Elven Soldier. Just felt like doodling a few ideas I had. This is what came out. 

A marmot. These are cute little squirrel-cousins which we saw a lot of in the rocky mountains.

I got to listen to the Percy Jackson novels while driving. These little guys are from the second series where Percy looses his memory. This line made us all crack up laughing and for the rest of the trip a conversation could not be had without this line being quoted at least once.
For those who haven't read the books, this is what the little wheat daemon is willing to give if our heroes would only let themselves be killed.

I read 'Prometheus Bound' while on the trip. This was a lot more promising in the early stages of development. I think I may tinker with it more. We'll see how that goes.

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Sketches 3

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Sketches 2

More of those promised sketches. I couldn't upload them before the trip, unfortunately.

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Sketches

I have a lot of sketches to share so I'll be posting them all over the next few days. After that I'll be away on a trip to Yellowstone, Seattle, San-Fransisco, and elsewhere. No doubt there will be a lot of things to sketch so I'll come back with even more illustrations to share. Anyway, here's the first batch.

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Beowulf

I just love this guy. Beowulf is really an all around bad-ass. Having fought Grendel with his bare hands and overcome Grendel's mother with some impressive grapple checks, he's already a great hero at a very young age. He then gets a chance to prove once more he is still that great hero when he is well past his prime.
(I hate Hollywood forever for their "Beowulf" movie.)

I've always thought about drawing a picture of Beowulf fighting the dragon. This will hopefully not be the end of this idea. As of now I intend to create a larger and more finalized version. I also have an idea in mind for Sigurd and Fafnir, just working out some kinks with Fafnir's image.

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King Kole

King of the Northern Shield of Skyldia. It is in Kole's kingdom that my players first begin their adventure. He has a really intense stare that wasn't what I was aiming for, but it kinda fits since he's an intense guy. I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. It is a very large drawing (compared to what I usually draw).

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Some Sketches

Tiermud the Dwarfen Fighter. This guy's a character I played in a short game run by a friend of mine. It was only his second time DMing, but he did very well. He devised this really intriguing devise. Our characters had no memory, so to try to remember something of their past they took a sleeping potion. While in their dream we still got to play our characters, although our actions were fairly restricted. It really added to the mystery aspect of trying to remember who we were while still getting to play in the game. It's something I think I might incorporate into a game of my own, but with freer boundaries so that our actions in the memory have a greater impact on the outcome in game.

Kilic is back! He's level three now and really coming into his own as a wizard. I'm really interested in the glide spell he just learnt.

Finally, a wyrm. Drew this while I was bored and wondering how I might go about drawing a skinnier, more snake-like dragon. I think It came out alright, and might warrant a full drawing.

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A Great Hall

Sketch of a great hall.

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The Scribe

Part of my world building project, I'm working on classes. He was pretty fun to draw, but the real enjoyment came when I was coloring him.

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Orf Abak

Alien Detective from a Sci-Fi Roleplaying Game I played the other day called Lasers and Feelings. It was tons of fun, I definitely reccomend it to anyone who wants to sit back, relax and enjoy a few hours of laughing hysterically.

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The Coming of Man

Sailing light on fair ships,
singing trumpets calling,
men enter now and make
masters of the whale road.
Craftsmen apply their craft
create for men a tower
higher than the hilltops,
hidden not by mountains.
Then was spotted by trolls
that tower in the sky.
Sang well the cunning skald
song frightening the fiends,
"Mighty are those making
masters of the stone wall.
Doom will our descendants
dread from the mighty foe.
Foreigners and fighters,
fear comes to our doorstep!
Hang the new come humans,
hunt them to the seashore."
So did the loathsome swine
sally forth to bring death
hidden amidst the hills
holding out for nightfall.
High walls of stone well hewn
halted the enemy.
Scaling walls and spearmen,
scalding oil pouring,
difficult the dreaded
door holding out for siege.
But fair ships beautifully
beholden in dock sit.
Cunning plans are crafted.
Conniving minds cause death.
Dreaded comes the downfall
destroying those fair ships.
Straight from battle strode
swordsmen to do battle.
Those who drew their swords there
their enemies did slay.
Fire from death fanned flames
fuels burning rage'n hatred.
Woe to trolls so weary,
war pronounced for ages.

Book of Invasions, Modern Tales

As part of a project we were asked to retell one of the stories from the Celtic Cycle of myths. However, we were to adept them into a modern setting. I chose the Book of Invasions. I hope you enjoy.

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How the Caesars came to the Big House   

The Caesars came to this area many years ago. After finding a house they loved, they bought it. The Family moved into the house and lived happily for many years, until one day tragedy struck in the form of a massive storm. It flooded the whole area, killing the entire family.

How the Perrys came to the Big House

The Perrys came after the Caesars, some thirty years later. They were ranchers and brought cattle and other animals to the Big House, but they were killed by the Plague.

How the Nathans came to the Big House

The Nathans were a big city family that moved out to the country for the first time. They didn't know much in the way of farming, but the head of the household, Mr. Nathan, picked up on things quickly enough. However, he got sick and died and the rest of the family couldn't support themselves, what with not having much help and the rent demanded by the new owners of the land, the Formans. They had to leave the Big House until the sons had grown up.

How the Five Boys came to the Big House

Sometime after the Nathans left the Big House, their sons, known to all who knew them as the Five Boys, returned to the Big House in hopes of buying it from the Formans. Now the eldest of the Nathan boys, Erin, had called the Formans about the Big House before they had decided to return. The Formans had given Erin a steep, but reasonable price for the Big House, and after pooling their money the Five Boys figured they had just enough to get them there and buy the house. So they set off from the apartment they had moved into some years before when they left the Big House as children, in hopes of returning to their parents’ home and a better life. However, when the Five Boys reached the Big House and offered the Formans the settled price, the Formans changed their minds and refused to sell the house. They claimed they would only sell it for twice what the Five Boys could pay for it. The Five Boys didn't know what to do. Their other house they had sold, and they had no money to buy themselves a lawyer, even if they were sure they could win the case. Besides, they needed a place to live now, and the Formans were only too willing to offer them a more reasonable price for rent. So the Five Boys settled down at the Big House, not as owners, but as renters and it wasn't long before they were out of money and longing for their old home, away from the Formans.

How the Dansons came to the Big House

Not long after the Five Boys had settled at the Big House, a new family came trundling down the road towards the area of land owned by the Formans. In fact this family came right up to the front drive of the Big House. Now it was well past the middle of the night and there was a heavy mist not safe for driving in, and a large storm threatened to break at any moment. So, knowing of no other place to stay, the Dansons decided to ask at the Big House, to see if there was a spare room they could spend the night in. Well, it was well known to all who knew them that the Five Boys could never turn down guests, especially ones right on their doorstep in the middle of the night, in a dreadful mist with a storm about to break. Besides, Erin had sworn he would never leave a traveler on his doorstep. So they invited them inside, prepared a lovely meal, and sent them off to bed in the spare room. The next morning when the Dansons made to leave, the Five Boys begged them to stay until they had some breakfast. Well, it was no wonder, the Five Boys being sociable people, that after breakfast came lunch, and after lunch, dinner, and soon the Dansons were staying another night.

Now Mr. Danson was named Nathan, and those who knew him called him Nathan of the Silver Tongue, for he was always good at making talk. However, Nathan was also known for making people do what he wanted, and after a day at the Big House, Nathan decided he liked the place too much to leave. Whenever he offered to go, he always twisted his words so that the Five Boys felt convinced they must allow the Dansons to stay another night. Nights became weeks, and weeks months, until at last the Five Boys felt the Dansons' welcome was quite overstayed.

Slowly, the Five Boys became less and less hospitable, hoping the Dansons would get the hint and leave. Unfortunately for them, their ploy had the opposite effect. Some say it was then, other say he had planned it all along, but it was at this time that Nathan began to put into effect his plan to stay indefinitely. He went to see the Formans and struck a deal with them, that if the Five Boys couldn't pay their rent the Formans would evict them. Well, the first of November came about and the Formans demanded the rent for the last month, but when the Five Boys went to look for the rent money, they couldn't find it. Nathan had hidden it from them, and when the Five Boys protested to the Formans, Nathan produced the cash and said, "If they can't pay, I'd love to buy this place, and I can always pay the rent." The Five Boys knew they had been tricked, but they could do nothing about it, so they packed their things and left that very same day.

The Birth of Luie

Now the Forman family business was run by Berry Forman. Berry always wore dark sun glasses and they say that he wore them to cover the fact he only had one eye, but others say that if he ever took them off, whoever looked into his eyes would have a heart attack and die! Berry had a beautiful daughter named Eileen who was his pride and joy. He always made sure she had whatever she asked for, but he never let her out of his sight. Indeed a whole quarter of the Forman house was sectioned off just for her, so that no one could go in without Berry knowing, and no one could leave either. Now the Dansons had lived in the Big House for quite some time, and Nathan was getting old. He had a son named Cale who spent more and more time working for Berry Forman so that the family could meet the rent. It just so happens that one day as Cale was sweeping out the Forman house, he saw Eileen through the doorway as he father left the apartment. Their eyes locked, and their hearts soared and each vowed to themselves that they would see one another again.

So Cale went to his aunt Bernia to ask her how he should proceed. Bernia knew Berry very well, and knew he would never let Cale anywhen hear his daughter, so she thought up a plan. She told Cale to sneak out at night and visit the Forman's house. Just to be safe, Cale would need to disguise himself as a woman, in case he was recognized. He tried three times, the first time he was nearly caught by his parents, the next time he was nearly spotted by Berry, but on the third night he made it to Eileen's window and spent the night with her. Well in nine months’ time, basic biology had done its part, and Eileen gave birth to a baby boy. Berry was furious, but he didn't know who the father was. Still he didn't want the baby growing up in his family because of the shame it would bring, so aunt Bernia offered to take the baby off of his hands and it was she who raised him, the little boy, Luie.

How the Formans were bought out at last

Now Luie grew up a very skilled boy. He knew how to fix a car, and how to wrestle, he could play the most beautiful music, and compose the loveliest poetry, he could make very nearly anything, and he was an avid student in nearly every subject. He was well admired for his skill, and when the Dansons realized their son's potential, they pooled their money that they might send him to the city to learn business. Luie quickly became the best of his class, and many businessmen began to take note of him. One businessman, Merry Macintyre, took the young Luie under his wing and taught him to be a stock broker. Luie proved to be very successful at the job, and after a few years he had made a lot of money. However, Luie always missed his family back at the Big House. One day, the homesickness became too much to bear, and Luie decided to visit his family. He bought a ticket back home and arrived to find his family in dire straits. With Lugh gone, his family didn't have enough people to help out and Lugh father and grandfather were getting too old for much of the heavier work. Even as he arrived his father was struggling to lift a barrel onto the wagon and was very nearly crushed under the weight. Luie rushed to help him and easily lifted the barrel from his back. It had been so long and Luie had grown so much, his father didn't even recognize him at first, but as soon as Luie told him who he was the Dansons had a big celebration!

Luie was shocked by his family's state. In a fit of anger he ran to his grandfather Berry's house and demanded that Berry hand over the rights to the land. Luie argued that he inherited the rights to the land through his mother and that Berry needed to hand them over as recompense for his cruelty. Berry was not one to give up so easily, though, and countered with a challenge. If Luie could beat him in a game of chess, the land would be his. Well, that got everyone riled up, as it is quite well known that people love competition, especially competition when the stakes are high, especially when the stakes are one's own home! Aunt Bernia set out the old chessboard in the lawn between the two properties and Luie sat on the side of the Nathans, and Berry sat on the side of the Formans, and everyone from both families gathered around. The game was long and difficult, but eventually it seemed the game was going in favor of Berry. That is when Aunt Bernia spoke to Luie in the form of a riddle telling him what his next move should be. Luie saved himself and continued playing, but once again the game seemed to be turning in favor of Berry, and Aunt Bernia told Luie another riddle to give him a hint. Luie was able to turn the game around once more, but again, after some time Berry was getting the upper hand. Luie saw the way the game was progressing and had to think fast in order to win. He spied a little pebble on the ground next to the game board and when his next turn came he pretended to yawn, stretched and grabbed the pebble. Then in one fluid motion he threw the pebble at Berry's glasses and moved his chess piece. Berry's glasses shattered and he had to play without them, but he couldn't see the board and the Formans kept yelling conflicting instructions at him so Luie quickly won the game, and thus the rights to the land. The Formans accepted the game and shortly after moved away. They were never heard from again.

How the Milsons came to the Big House

Many years passed since Luie won the chess game against his grandfather. The neighborhood around the Big House had changed in that time. More houses had been built, each steadily getting closer to the other until there were only small yards sandwiched between large houses. A proper road had been built and children had played on it. As more time passed the children grew older and the people moved away. A university was built nearby and the houses started to get rented out as student homes. Through all this, however, the Dansons had remained living at the Big House, which was now number 379 Green Hill Ln, as it is to this day.

One morning, a man by the name of Ith Milson came wandering down the lane when he heard yelling from inside the Big House. He was just wondering what the fuss was about when three large men came out of the house, shoving and shouting, seemingly prepared to settle their dispute on the front lawn. Ith was aghast at the behavior of the men and quickly strode forward to break them up. He learnt that the three were brothers and that they were fighting over which one of them owned the Big House left in their father's will. Ith couldn't understand the argument which the brothers were having, the Big House was the largest and most beautiful house on the block. There was plenty of room for all three brothers to live there. He began to explain this all to the brothers but they refused to listen. They jeered at him and presented the will shouting that someone had to inherit the house. Ith was very offended, but as he read the will he thought of a way to get back at the brothers and to teach them a good lesson at the same time.

The will, it seemed, had some stipulations with regards to inheritance, and one could only inherit the house if he met all the outlined regulations. Now Ith had a brother named Amergin who was a real-estate agent, and he knew a house like the Big House would be very good for business on the market. He resolved he would explain the will to Amergin, and Amergin would attempt to meet the stipulations and claim the house his own. He left the brothers to their squabbles and set out. The brothers were suspicious of Ith's quick exit, however. After a quick brawl and some muttered apologies they set out to hire a lawyer to properly explain the will to them. Well you must imagine their surprise when they discovered the true nature of the will, and Ith's probably intentions. Immediately the brothers set out to meet all the requirements of the will for themselves and keep their inheritance.

Completing the will's stipulations became a race between the three brothers and Amergin, but whenever the brothers completed a task, they discovered Amergin was already finishing the next one! He was always one step ahead of them and it became apparent that they would not be able to win the race. Each of the brothers' wives went to meet with Amergin individually, and each explained that he would win the race if he kept completing the stipulations at the speed he was going. However, Amergin showed no intention of letting the brothers off the hook, and so he continued to beat them.

Eventually the brothers themselves went to meet Amergin, and, humbling themselves, they asked him to give them a little bit of time. Amergin consented that he would complete one task of whatever nature the brothers could devise, and that he would not work towards completing the stipulations until after he had finished their task. The brothers thought hard about it. They came up with this: Amergin must compete in a triathlon to buy them more time. Amergin agreed and set out to participate in the local tournament. The brothers were very crafty, and prepared tricks to trip Amergin up in each of the competitions, but each one he passed and they only got a few of the will's stipulations completed while Amergin was distracted. The brothers knew it was useless to compete with Amergin, so they hired a lawyer and made a settlement with Amergin. Amergin could own the bottom half of the Big House, if the bothers could reside in an apartment on the top half. Amergin agreed and so it came to pass that the Dansons lived in the top half of the Big House, while the bottom was inhabited by Amergin and his family, the Milsons. The Milsons resided at 379 Green Hill Ln, while the Dansons resided at Other 379 Green Hill Ln, and that is the way it has been until the present day. 

Creation

Behold the great beings

bend all the world to them:

gods of pow'r glorified.

Golden thrones seat the high,

ruling many races,

ruling lands of plenty.

Days of light then dawning

dew of morning formed.

Stood then the races straight,

strength entering the limbs.

Great Tomen most ghostly,

good Aven most skillful.

From shadows next did form

fearful creatures evil.

Goblins, teeth a gnashing,

Giants of fearful might,

Trolls of under terror

tore into world so new.