Ashlar So thanks for reminding me this was a thing. ;P I thought your scribe entry for this last month was interesting. I think relating the framework/shambling of the mansion with the imagery of a skeleton worked really well. I think the rotting out of the interior especially apt. It paired well with the idea of decomposing flesh and internal organs. I think the effect could have been magnified by describing the crumbling walls like juts of weathered bone. Maybe if the entire thing was paralleled more to a skeleton architecturally the effect would echo and build in the rest of the work more?
Posted 11/30/20
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Posted 11/30/20
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teaunicorn (Canvas Circle) Such a cute doodle! Nice contrast in reaction, encapsulates all you need to know about august and elizabeth’s personalities. I could criticize that the art’s context is partially incomplete, you wouldn’t be able to tell this is supposed to take place in a haunted house without the caption, maybe if there was something in the drawing that the characters were reacting to? However, that doesn’t make the art itself any less good! Ashlar (Scribe Circle) This was really a nice short story, charmingly spooky and funny. The leadup was great for setting the tone that was going to be subverted by the end, leading the reader through every move Athreil makes, painting a vivid picture of the gloomy, spooky ruins the story is set in. It perhaps was long-winded at times, but it feels to me like it was in service of the tone so it’s probably fine Calibris (Canvas Circle) Even if you aren’t fully happy with your linework here, for what it’s worth what you got isn’t too shabby! The details on the clothes—the folds and wrinkles and such—are amazingly good. The body language is the crux of the comedy, and while the anatomy could use some work it doesn’t detract from how well the punchline lands. The way Cali doesn’t even seem to be supported by Michi holding him up, like he’s so scared he’s holding himself up in her arms and she’s so done with his antics she knows she doesn’t even have to try. Really great! Purr (Canvas Circle) A sweet little shadow friend with a snazzy tie! It’s a simple piece, good use of lighting, shadow and color. however, I would like to raise the critique that the character being the same black as the background shadow makes them blend in too much. perhaps if either the background or Woe were a dark blue instead of black, it would help distinguish the two? Other than that, love everything about it!
Posted 11/30/20
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![]() The Feedback Raffle We had 5 individuals leave feedback for October’s submissions, with a total of 12 comments! Here are the winners of the feedback raffle:
December’s Prompts Scribe Circle Celebration Season This month, we’d like you to explore a time of celebration for your character. It can be a seasonal holiday, an in-universe celebration, or even a birthday - any type of celebratory event fits! Did they enjoy celebrating it, or did they wish they’d stayed home? Does this celebration have personal meaning to them, or is it something spontaneous? Did they have a particularly good or bad experience that shaped how they view it going forward?
Canvas Circle Brr! Some handle the cold well while others do not - how does your character fare? This month, we’d like to see your character in the cold. Do they bundle up in coats and scarves, or are they unbothered? Maybe they prefer curling up in front of a fire as opposed to snowball fights - show us a snapshot of them! Adventure Circle Gift Giving Some games require items to be delivered for quests while some require gifts to raise the player’s affection with NPCs, but the exchange of items in any form is a staple! This month, we’d like to see you add some sort of item exchanging mechanic to your adventure. Maybe it’s an item trade, maybe it’s a fetch quest, or maybe giving an item unlocks a hidden option Feedback Due to last month’s break, there will be no Feedback Raffle for this month. We look forward to all the feedback you’ll have for December’s entries once January rolls around!
Posted 12/01/20
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Dhanzi gets cold very easily. His go-to solution is to hide under the largest blanket he can find. thank you for the feedback Laggs! <3
Posted 12/02/20, edited 12/27/20
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Scribe Circle: Wherein Matt and James celebrate the season...
Matt copes with the cold via blankets and cats. All those cats aren’t even his. Nor are the blankets, or the futon. <.<
- created the adventure, set the number of players, set the adventure tags, and made it non-canon
Posted 12/04/20, edited 12/30/20
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[ * ] no feedback please [sensitive Pink is sensitive xD; I’ll work up my nerve eventually] ;; ty <3 Scribe Circle: — Canvas Circle:
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Yours truly, Pink Chocolate RP Circle
* Old, New, Badass, Blue - 1 Adventure Circle — (assuming I can figure it out xD;)
Posted 12/07/20, edited 12/31/20
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The Scribe Circle: The Canvas Circle:
The Adventure Circle: Feedback:
Posted 12/09/20, edited 12/30/20
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Scribe Added a segment to a profile. Feedback is fine.
Started a winter icon for myself, haven’t finished it, but it is what it is. Gentle feedback is fine. Roleplay All hands on deck, All eyes on the prize Adventure Got outlines done for 3 of the modules. Added 4 new nodes to the adventure outline. Need to pretty these up sometime when I’m feeling up to that, but for now this will do.
Posted 12/10/20, edited 12/31/20
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Feedback welcome on anything I post! Scribe Circle
Entry featuring my Aura and Nyfeaena‘s Aiden! Thank you for letting me borrow the boy for my catastrophe of a model. Canvas Circle
This works out surprisingly well considering I was making a ref sheet for Rinri anyway. Whom, as a necromatic warlock can no longer feel temperature and thus even when it’s freezing outside she doesn’t change clothes. This tends to cause people to drop jackets, and blankets and other things on her or scoop her up.
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The Contract Adventure Circle Adventures? Bah humbug Feedback
My feedback this month is I think you all did great on your Drawntlet things last month.
Posted 12/10/20, edited 12/31/20
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you know to celebrate being in sproot queue again its nora time lads n gads ![]()
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friend successfully beaten up
Posted 12/15/20, edited 12/30/20
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Feedback welcome and appreciated! “Ghighi~! Wakey wakey~” Ghiaccio groaned and pulled his blankets over his head. He wasn’t a morning person and he wished Fabio wasn’t, either. “Come oooonnnnn” a pair of warm, soft, fluffy paws playfully batted at Ghiaccio. Fabio wasn’t a bully but when he had his mind set on something there was little that would sway him from his goal. “Mmmgh…what is it…?” Ghiaccio grumbled into his pillow. “Christmas!!” Fabio said, voice bursting with excitement. “It’s almost christmas time and we have so much to do! We need to decorate and make cookies and wrap presents and—” Fabio rattled off his to-do list as Ghiaccio slowly roused himself, begrudgingly shoving off his blankets. “Who…are we wrapping presents for…?” Fabio paused. “E-each other, obviously!” “Isn’t the point of wrapping a gift to be a surprise?” Ghiaccio mumbled, eyelids drooping dangerously low. Fabio only huffed and shook him again. “I’ll just do the gifts, then, they’re surprises for you and Luso, anyway. Hows that?” Ghiaccio grabbed Fabio’s arm and yanked him onto the bed with a yelp. “Sounds good. We can get right to it after a nap.” “Ghighiiii it’s almost noon already!” Fabio protested, but Ghiaccio only snuggled him closer and tucked him into the warm bedsheets for an impromptu nap. Christmas wasn’t here just yet, which meant there was still time to rest.
https://www.mycenacave.com/forums/cave-adventures/18779/ghiaccio-rescue-the-polar-bear-cub
Posted 12/15/20, edited 12/31/20
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“What?” Eleven held back a grimace at Seven’s final words. Right. This was Seven’s first Christmas outside of Aeon. Ah, she was being inconsiderate again. Seven was pretty good at reminding her of that, no one else really wore their heart on their sleeve quite like she did. Eleven relented, trying to let Seven put her back in touch with her more sentimental side. It was difficult, when she had lived by pragmatism for a long time. “I don’t even know where I could get cookies.” She’d never thought of trying them really. Seven seemed to brighten up a little at her change of heart though, jumping forward to wrap her arms around one of Eleven’s own.
Posted 12/15/20
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SCRIBE CIRCLE When I lived in Hawaii, we celebrated all the time. Mimi would break out the good rum and Pa would round up a band, and everyone showed up for a Makana luau. If it wasn’t us it was some cousin or other, and we’d be showing up for potluck like the rest of the shlubs. And then I signed up for the army, and we still celebrated when we could, but they were nothing like a home luau. It would be Todd cranking up the volume on his phone, blasting whatever music he was in the mood for, cause Roa’s ma sent a big haul. Or Trish would smuggle in some random alcohol, usually whatever garbage she found on sale, and we’d sit around toasting to The Great British Bakeoff and sharing the cookies her wife sent us. And sometimes we’d sit together with whoever else was in the mood, and watch as movies for an excuse to cry. I developed a new love for a lot of food I’d never tried before, shipped around the world twice a year for twelve years. I also learned a lot of people’s stories, and sometimes I’d have days where i couldn’t stop thinking about Hiro and his lost love, or Taka and Mara’s morning argument. I learned new dances, songs, and baudy jokes, loved and left, and I changed from a girl at her Mimi’s party, to a warrior of the world. Then I followed Trish home, and celebrations changed again. We cried less, for one. But it was like luau again, except totally different at the same time. Instead of cousins it was dozens of people that varied by day, different species mingling and sharing food and stories, traditions trading constantly as people came to celebrate with their Alpha. My sister moved in with me, and she wanted to go clubbing so clubbing I went. I suddenly had to worry about something new though—Trish’s kids, who were suddenly my niblings, two little monsters I’d kill and die for. Which meant kids parties. Which brings us to the here and now. “I want to remind you, you’ve never beaten me in a fight,” I said, voice flat. Trish opened her mouth, about to argue, but stopped when I narrowed my eyes. “I gave you the green one,” Trish tried, turning her puppy eyes on me. Exposure to the very kids we bowed to this day made them useless. Trish pouted. “You’re buying this weekend,” I informed her. With that settled, I pulled my mask on, readying my heart for what was about to occur. “That seems fair,” Trish sighed and donned her own mask. Big grey eyes stared at me, soulless in a sea of fuchsia fur. “Let’s go, Paw-la, come on, Tail-a!” Becky waved us on from the doorway, talking in a bright and peppy falsetto. Perfect for the children, who couldn’t see her face; she was laughing at us inside, and didn’t try to hide it. Becky got the lucky draw; she was dressed as Fae-ra, which amounted to a cheerleader with wings and extra glitter. Becky was still a cheerleader at heart, and would literally take any excuse to add more glitter to her life. Meanwhile I was the spunky iguana to Trish’s go-getter hyena, main stars of Adventure Pups of the Nile, Danny’s absolute favorite show. There would be video evidence of this for the rest of our lives. Sighing, I embraced my fate and ran out to be mauled by happy children. CANVAS CIRCLE
Posted 12/15/20, edited 12/31/20
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SOMEONE may be a deer but they r a summer deer and are straight up not having a good time in the cold rn
Posted 12/15/20
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Simone ran her finger over the words again, trying to process how such important things could be slipping out of her mind constantly. She tapped the page in a subtle act of frustration. “Anniversary in a week! Get your plan together!” Of course, she had known she would forget and had this in her planner from the start of their relationship. However, she couldn’t help but feel kind of disappointed in herself. Felicity brought so much joy to her life how could she… Simone shook her head. That train of thought was a waste of time. She should focus on how to show Felicity her appreciation rather than spend the week worrying. She pulled out a couple of pens, golds and oranges that reminded her of Felicity’s warmth, and got to listing and planning the special day. —- “I already know what you’re doing,” Felicity said when Simone took her hand, prepared to guide her to the first, and really only, stop in the plans. “I know.” Simone shrugged. Felicity was always so perceptive, so of course she knew. This wasn’t meant to be a secret anyway. “That’s why you’re not blindfolded.” Felicity snorted in response and Simone felt as long as she could keep hearing that for the rest of the day, her plan would be considered a success. “Alright, then lead the way, Sim.” “We’re actually not really going that far actually. I just wanted to hold your hand.” “Showing all your cards today, huh?” “Well, since you already know everything…” Simone teased. “But before you can guess where we’re going and make me feel like I cannot plan anything you don’t know, I’ll just tell you.” She took their linked hands and swayed them back and forth a bit more while they walked. “You know that new arcade we haven’t had time to go to with finals and all that?” “Oh, yes! The one that we were surprised was opening since it seems like everyone else is closing down?” “Ye, that’s the one. I had thought about doing something crazy, but then I realized maybe you would just want to have some fun and wind down. Sooooo, I bought enough tokens for us to hang around until the place closes.” “It closes after midnight!” Simone lifted the bag strap on her unoccupied arm higher again. “Why do you think I’ve had to keep adjusting this? It’s heavy now.” “No way you actually have a bag full of tokens! Plus, you know that’s not what I meant.” Felicity stuck her tongue out at Simone. Simone laughed. “Yes, yes I know. But we don’t have class tomorrow anyway, so it’s okay if you stay up some today isn’t it?” She adjusted the bag on her shoulder again. “And no the bag isn’t filled with tokens. They don’t use actual “tokens” really. You know, digital era and all that.” “Hmm, sounds good! I’m excited!” Before Simone could register what was happening, Felicity was tugging her along instead, leading the way into their next year together.
Posted 12/15/20
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“It’s the Season of Snow Blossoms, Mingyu! It’s here!”
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Posted 12/15/20, edited 12/15/20
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Posted 12/15/20, edited 12/31/20
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Posted 12/16/20, edited 12/17/20
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Feedback ok Canvas circle
Loisl doesn’t need to bundle up, Loisl is big and fluffy enough to keep human warm too
Posted 12/22/20
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Feedback/crit ok! Hetia had never been particularly keen on celebrating Solstice, but it was the custom of the northern folk to hold great feasts and festivals during the nadir of winter - a kind of defiance against the cold and cruelty of the season - and her children were vocal in their enthusiasm for that custom. So each year they gathered around the Solstice fires, sang and told stories, gave gifts, made merry. And even as her family laughed around her - a chosen family, against all the odds - Hetia tried not to listen to the howl of faerie hounds mingled in the keening of the wind. For a young changeling child in the Court of Winter, Solstice had a very differing meaning. Solstice, Winter’s zenith, was the height of its power, when ordinarily cruel fae grew empowered, and crueler. On Solstice night it was exceptionally unwise to be caught away from the protection of silver and iron and salt, even if you were the daughter of the Winter Queen herself. While the Queen and her court reveled in the dance and the hunt (and often those were the same thing), Hetia hid herself away, huddled in a quiet corner, cold iron clutched within her hands. Once she escaped into the mortal world, she’d seen little point in celebrating the reign of winter. But eventually she’d come to understand that it wasn’t about that, not for them. And so she’d grudgingly come around to the Solstice customs of the northern folk (helped in no small part by Valnan’s tender courtship) even if she had to try, hard, to block out the harsh laughter of the winter fae as it drifted into Anchore. Each winter grew harsher, more reluctant to relinquish its hold over the earth, and Hetia began to fear that each winter might be their last Solstice together. In time, Hetia’s fears were born out.
Posted 12/27/20, edited 12/31/20
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![]() Dominic uses a video game as an excuse to avoid people because people are scary and video games are fun. No feedback on this one, thanks! Inner Space’s events were always odd. Perhaps because it was less of a multiplayer game and more of a space-themed fantasy experience, the setting just didn’t lend itself well to global events. Still the developers bent themselves backwards to justify why an entire galaxy would celebrate a gift-giving holiday held on Earth, and, truthfully, Dominic was grateful. It gave him an excuse to vanish into VR so he didn’t have to speak to anyone he didn’t want to. So after saying his greetings to family and family of family, Dominic was able to make his escape. He would get into trouble later, he knew that, but he just…couldn’t. There were just too many people, too many conversations, and sometimes someone asked him a question he wasn’t prepared for, and he could barely answer without wanting to cry. He locked the door and booted up Inner Space. Greeted with the quickly dismissed update logs and event notices, Dominic breathed a sigh of relief. Inner Space was usually empty, but on Christmas the sky was only dotted with the NPC stars serving as waypoints, as the player stars were off being with their families. Dominic picked a waypoint at random and headed towards it. The event revolved around finding a roaming festival planet that could be anywhere in the sprawling galaxy, and those NPC stars would give hints as to where the planet could be found. He hadn’t really paid attention to what was supposed to happen when he found it, but he’d figure that out when he got there. Predictably, the first star didn’t know where it was, but it knew someone who did. So Dominic headed out to that star. That one didn’t know, so it sent him to the next one. And so on. Dominic found himself falling into something of a trance, even though he didn’t find the planet that day. Eventually, the console started telling him he’d played for too long and he should probably stop. And luckily the house was quiet when he quit. Everyone had gone home, and Dominic could sneak out and harvest leftovers from the fridge. The food wasn’t quite as nice out the microwave as it was freshly cooked, but the former required being social at family lunches and Dominic was happy to take the tradeoff. ![]() The problem with being the reincarnation of the god of medicine’s boyfriend, as Hyakinthos learns, means thathe eill tread you like you’re made of glass and force you to bundle up if it’s a degree below ‘a little nippy’ ![]() ![]()
Ocean Exploration ![]() I repurposed an old, abandoned adventure to be used for cases like this, where I just feel like futzing with a mechanic for a while. In this case, a random giftbox mechanic.
For some reason, the autofill popped it up, all capitals. I don’t know why; I can’t remember ever typing those words and all google pulls up is a hotel in South America. I included it because I thought it was funny.
Posted 12/30/20, edited 12/31/20
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