A Small Comic About Palestine I Created To Appeal To More Passive Family And Friends

Art by 日菜乃

Something about my little warforged paladin guy and the humanity that exists in Making Stuff.

The First Ressurection

Walking with Dogs, Cats, Flowers by Kyoung Hwan Kim

Birgs are freaking awesome

The Flag Chase

Shown here is a late summer ritual carried out by the Ruruumi bachelor group: garbed in little more than a decorative collar, a young gifter climbs onto the back of a wild Ahoũitre, the Resplendent Flagdeer, to remove its brilliantly colored display feathers as a trophy to present during the nuptial gifting ceremonies in the fall. Using an obsidian knife, the cut must be clean enough to shed no more than a few drops of blood, without damaging the feathers, and performed without being hurled to the ground by the bucking animal. It is a sport requiring an impressive display of courage, agility, and control over one’s own trunkhorse, and for many kakroum bachelors, this and related high risk sports are a rite of status in their tightly knit brotherhoods. Many bachelor groups will specialize in ‘capturing’ a specific animal, though flagdeer are exceptionally prized for their feathers, which adorn the regalia of many clan residents. It is a feat that frequently ends in serious injury or death, but something that only a frivolous gifter can afford to perform, free from the responsibility of maintaining a village. In the process, he proves in himself the sort of strength and cleverness that any would-be mother would wish to see in her own daughters.

As for the flagdeer, it will be released after having been separated from its feathers. Though its wounds are relatively minor, it will have no hope of impressing its own kind in the coming mating season. Flag removal is a strategy employed by sparring male flagdeer as well, which will attempt to mangle or nip off the other’s display feathers to oust the competition. If the damage is minor, the flags will regrow the following year, but the cut made a birg’s knife frequently takes the entire “hand” of the appendage, preventing a complete regeneration.

Milder imitations of this sport are practiced by both children and adults. One common variant involves two teams, each defending am urwuzhu (mid-sized livestock) with a ribbon or flag tied to some part of its body. The opposing teams attempt to remove the flag from each other’s animal and carry it back to their section of the village. Such games can become immensely rowdy and still result in a lot of bruises, scrapes, and animal bites. Twowi children play a similar game, but wanting for a farm animal will chase after a fellow birg’s tail tassels instead.

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Guess who managed to learn an ancient method of Turning Thread Into Whatever from just a few articles and bad videos? That's right! My mother!

She taught me how to nalbind just this weekend, this is the ugly thing I made in the process:

And this is the collar of a poncho I'm working on now:

I had to undo it twice because I kept making mobius strips but this is one of the few crafts I haven't been compelled to drop immediately so hopefully I actually manage to finish it 🤞

Four Portions

(Act 1, Scene 2)

An In Stars and Time fanfiction, spoilers under the cut!

You’ve entered the House, and are now in a room Mira called “The Death Corridor.”, searching for traps.

There isn’t much here that could be trapped, only the six pillars, which you’re already checking for switches or other activation devices. You also try to walk on every part of the floor while you’re at it, in case of a pressure plate or a trapdoor or something, but you don’t find any traps, and tell your party the corridor’s safe. Mira, however, needs more convincing.

“So? So??? Are we safe? We’re not safe, are we, this is the Death Corridor...” Mira worries, “The older housemaidens kept saying people died there! So there must be a trap- something weight-sensitive or something!”

Mira’s getting more frantic now, her nails are getting dangerously close to biting-distance!

“Or, or! Maybe it’s time-sensitive! If we spend to long here...!”

“There’s nothing weird in here.” You say, finally.

“But there must be!”

“Aw, Mira...” Yes! Isa to the rescue!

“Belle, Belle, don’t worry about it.” Bonnie interjects. “Frin isn’t good at many things, but they know stuff about traps.”

Hey...

“Right. If we can’t trust the one that’s supposed to lead us THIS early, this won’t bode well for later...” Odile says.

HEY...

Mira seems unconvinced. “But, but-“

“We’re not dead yet, are we?” you say.

“Well, that’s true...”

“We HAVE been in this room for a while...” Odile looks up from her notes and at Mira. “...and Siffrin has been walking everywhere, so if it was weight-sensitive, something would have killed him by now.”

“Exactly! It’s all fine!” Isa adds, hurriedly.

“Oh...Yeah! Yeah, okay! I’ll believe you!” Mira flushes with an embarrassed smile. “Sorry... for worrying... I'm a little on edge.”

“We’re good, Mira.” You say, stepping into the middle of the corridor. “See? Everything’s fine.”

<<<<<

You’re not sure what happened. One moment you’re standing, fine, and the next you’re splayed under a giant rock, and the next you’re planet-long threads, laid down and scrutinised,

And now, you’re back in the meadow.

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Finally finished my persona's desighn! (I've been operating on half a persona for the past two posts) I'm actually really proud of this. I think this might be the best character desighn I've ever done!

OH GATY~