my drawing of a fae in human form 

bit of fiction from me to you

In the small hollows of a halfling village in the verbobonc region there lived a woman and her child. the woman loved her child, though her husband was dead, she raised the child as best she could. the child was named dunkirk, after his father. he spent his youth doing much what any youth would do, getting into trouble. throughout the village there were many of the "clerics" of olidammara though he learned at an early age that these men were really his temple raiders. he was very fond of the temple raiders, and the true clerics. though he had no calling to magics, nor the divine touch. he failed most of his school work, but managed to pass by means of underhanded palming of notes, swiping test keys, switching names on tests, etc. his actions in schoool earned him the name "quickfingers" through his class mates. as he grew his mother filled his head with stories of his father nimbly dodging traps, and stepping in and out of battles, casting spells by the power of the laughing rogue, and generally doing everything he expected temple raiders to do. but then he realised one day after besting three of the best temple raiders around in a lock picking test that he was ment for much more nimble engagements. he loved rubbing his accomplishments in the noses of the local clerics. once old enough he left his home town and managed to make friends of a handful of elves, a human, and a half elf. he joined the hardiggan league without hesitation, because he loved to hear and tell the stories of others. through out his life he gained more and more accuracy with a simple shortbow, to the point that he began to look into being an archer, but his calling came crashing back into view on his first true adventure, when he managed to thwart a few traps and many kobolds. so he settled on his life as an adventurer and has since taken to calling himself such. he refuses to be a rogue, and despises anyone that would call him a thief, even more then thief he hates the title of hero, always noting that heros are told of in stories and legends, adventurers are told of in the here and now.

another one

thats not all my cats, the other three ill have to get better pics of before i post em up

this is a better shot of sadie, shes sitting pretty 

this is my pride and joy, one of my tats, my pentacle, and the source of all my godly might, so for all you delilahs out there, get your lasers and start cutting :P 

this is me again, since the last one didnt take too well, and no im not pissed, im just staring at you, eerie aint it? 

this is marcy, shes a bit of a schizo kitty, she ran away after i took her pic 

this is marcy, shes a bit of a schizo kitty 

this is saide ready to pounce on the food dish 

this is CJ, hes a prick, hes about to attack my foot here 

this is my mother, she doesnt like having her picture taken cant you tell? 

this is patty, shes a touch me not 

this is my dad, if you think he looks like jesus now, just wait till i get a picture of him at amtgard 

Puck, hes fat too, but he takes after his namesake 

Linus, hes fat 

thats me, its my pic, dont hurt yourself 

the first one

for those that dont know what expletive01 stands for list the expletives in your head starting with the most obscene, the first one you list, thats me. the name is scott, the title is master, im a pagan, writer, conselor, conven member, student, and lord knows what else, thats enough for now, ill write again soon enough.