Back to Jack. Yep. The troll got away… for now.
I had a tough time getting the right look here. I wanted to do a neat reflected piece… Looks okay but I think I need to play with a few more effects.
Back to Miss Muffet, and the promise of some action soon! Again, because the… other font… is hard to read, here is a transcript:
I really like Dorothy but sometimes I just don’t understand her. Not prey. Not prey. Too nice. Too many. Like with the bridge. What’s the big deal? I ran over to it because SOMEbody had to know what was goin’ on and I didn’t see anyone else volunteering. But then Dorothy ran down to stop me and then Jack and Humpty and even the sheep came over and there was even more talking. Geez! Adults talk so much! Well, I didn’t feel like waiting so I just leaped right onto the top of the bridge because then I knew we’d get the bad guy’s attention.
“See?” I told ‘em. “You guys talk too much.” Loud. Loud talk always. And I tapped my legs on the bridge to kinda drum up whatever lurks. Happy Dance! It was loud, too, cuz I wanted to make sure I was heard, and to drown out… other things.
That’s when it got a little dark. I thought it was cloudy. And then I felt the raindrops. Except it wasn’t rain…
NOTE: Due to not getting much of a response, and because I’ve had a really long work week, the next journal is delayed. Please vote on the version of the troll/Red Cap you like best in the meantime:)
Happy Halloween! Why not kick off the holiday with a peek ahead at our current monster and a little contest, eh? First, a little backstory on the big guy:
Above you see different versions of the upcoming creature, referred to by one of our Merchant of Venice characters as “The Red Cap”. In the play, Shakespeare states that Jews must wear red caps in order to be identified as such, much in the same way that peoples throughout history have been marked for being considered a lesser race — which we now call racism and shun completely but it was the thing to do in the old days. And as some of you may know, a Red Cap or Redcap is a vicious little goblin/troll/fairy which catches travelers unawares and usually eats them/sucks out their blood. We at Shards love to combine stuff and so came up with this version of the Billy Goats Gruff troll being designated a “Redcap” due to Shylock forcing it to wear said cap to mark it as his personal slave.
So! From the different appearances above, which is your favorite? Beady eyes? Droopy cap? Crazy wide eyes? Warty guy or smooth-skinned guy? Pick your favorite and give a shout. I’ll be keeping tabs:)
And we start back again with Dorothy! The picture at the bottom is courtesy of Tin Man this time:) If you recall in the closeup of Dorothy’s room a while back I showed paints. Those belong to the Tin Man. He’s so full of feeling now that he has a heart that he found it to be a good outlet. Better than sarcasm;)
And here is Dorothy:) Ha, this one was also fun! It’s been a blast digging into each characters’ head. Now that you’ve seen it, we can start getting to the actual story along with the internal stuff.
The background for each personal journal is unique at least to the individual owning it. It is hard to make out but behind her journal page, Dorothy’s background is a tiled cameo version of her four forms. If you’d like to see the full version of this background, it is available for anyone to see on my Shards Patreon page.
And if you’d like a transcript of the text, here ya go!
D: Golly, I guess I should start with the city. It was pretty but awful quiet for a trading town.
T: Yeah. Too quiet.
S: But we knew we were walking into danger. The sheep warned us, though at the time I was still deciphering the clue’s elevance to our surroundings.
L: Doesn’t matter. We can take ‘em. And for the record, that wolf wasn’t
T: Now, let’s not get cocky, Lion… Oh. Sorry. Dorothy’s turn.
D: That’s okay, Tin Man. I think we all agree we needed to stay alert. I didn’t want to be snuck up on again.
L: Yeesh, yer tellin’ me! That wolf wasn’t bad but he DID get the drop
S: Hush now. Let Dorothy transcribe what occurred in Venice.
T: Scarecrow’s right. Pipe down there, Lion, so Dorothy can write.
L: I know, I know. Sorry.
D: Well, I’d just started into a shop that sold clothing when I saw Miss Muffet hurry out of the one she’d chosen. Tin Man said she looked sad
so I asked, “Did you find anything?”
And she said, “No.”
I asked, “What’s wrong?” because I thought he was right.
And she said, “I’m hungry.”
T: See? Sad.
D: “Didn’t you, um, eat before we left?” I asked her.
And she said, “I did but… I’m hungry again.”
L: And that’s never a good thing. That kid gets weird when she’s snacky.
T: Lion, you know the kid can’t help it.
L: Well, you don’t have a tail she was eyeing hungrily last week.
D: Er… Can we please focus? Scarecrow is being quiet.
T: Yeah, sorry, Dorothy.
D: So I invited Miss Muffet to come with us and I’d just started into the shop when we heard Humpty give a startled yell and fall over himself to leave the shop he chose to investigate.
“Humpty! What’s wrong?” I asked him and we rushed over to see if we could lend a hand. He needed the assist and when I took hold of his cartoonly oversized hand, I was reminded that, for an egg, he’s got a soft grip.
“Eggs…” was the only thing he said, and said with a shudder to boot.
T: Honestly, why did he go into a bakery? Why does he even like cooking?
D: Tin Man… Does anything really make sense about Humpty? We just accept him as he is. He’s our friend.
T: I know, Dorothy. That’s why I don’t like seeing him upset. I just–
Scarecrow? Did you just doodle all over the page Dorothy’s working
on using her other hand?
S: … Um. Yes. Sorry. Just trying to keep occupied.
My brain just keeps going!
Humpty has been in the background for far too long in my opinion. He’s a really nice guy. Hope you enjoy this little trip into his head:)
As for the next journal, not sure yet if you’re going to get Miss Muffet, Jack, or Dorothy next. We’ll all be surprised!
Note: I made a small change to the strip — changed the spelling of “senior” to “signore” which is the Italian spelling — and it doubled the strip up again… Huh. Wish I could find a way to make it not do that when I clearly click “replace image”…
Oh, and the text:
I do a lot for Mother Goose and the others: cooking healthy meals, keeping the peace, minding my own goo, not smoking inside. I’m a giving kinda egg-man but I gotta tell ya, there are some moments…
That last mission. Venice, right? Great city, nice folks. I started to walk into the nearest shop for some intel, like Miss Muffet and Dorothy and presumably Jack went off to do, but I heard someone down the way call out.
“Signore, come in, come in!”
A guy wearing a cook’s apron was grinning and waving, asking me into his shop. Well, I’m always interested in new cuisine and fellow chefs so I put on a big smile and went in. Smelled pretty good but as soon as I walk in, the guy put a tray of poached eggs right under my nose and I nearly fainted!
Now, I know I’m not supposed to be upset by that sorta thing but I also know I’m not supposed to even BE an egg, least of all a walking, talking egg-man. I’ve been cracked, shelled, stretched, enlarged, and shrunk. I can turn into wood or metal or whatever I want, but I always turn back into… well… me. I can’t help what I am, just like I can’t help getting upset over seeing my ‘brethren’ cooked. Sometimes ya just gotta suck it up and move on, too, like my goo. Huh… I haven’t been very leaky lately. That’s a good thing, right? Gotta keep positive. One day soon maybe I won’t be so cracked up and in pain all the time. Heck, I’ll suffer some egg-citement for that.