beaver pelt

45 beaver pelts and a crossbow

(We’ve just completed a quest and collected a load of items to sell in the local town - including 45 beaver pelts and a crossbow bolt)

DMYou walking into an armour shop. (As shopkeeper) - What can I get for you deary?

Warrior: I’ve got 45 beaver pelts to sell…and a crossbow. Now what can you sell to me?

DM:...45 beaver pelts and a crossbow?

The Canuck’s Waltz

                                                                    (To the tune of Wade Hemsworth’s 
                                                                               The Log Driver’s Waltz)
                                                           

If you ask a Canuck from the east or the west
To say what makes Canada proud and unique,
They’ll tell you the syrup they make is the best
With the passion they have for their country–

(Stretching from) Yukon through to Nova Scotia,
The Great White North harbours such wonder and glory!
From Charlottetown through to Vancouver–
From sea unto sea outlines Canada’s story! 

When the sun starts to sets, you’ll fall into their ways
Relaxed with a Mickey while watching ice hockey,
Adopting their after you’s, sorry’s, and eh
s
With the passion they have for their country–

(Stretching from) Yukon through to Nova Scotia,
The Great White North harbours such wonder and glory!
From Charlottetown through to Vancouver–
From sea unto sea outlines Canada’s story!

The summers are sultry, the winters are harsh,
But everyone’s steadfast and strong as a mountie
On tundra, on prairie, on mountain, or marsh
With the passion they have for their country–

(Stretching from) Yukon through to Nova Scotia,
The Great White North harbours such wonder and glory!
From Charlottetown through to Vancouver–
From sea unto sea outlines Canada’s story!

From Lake Winnipeg to Niagara Falls,
With fur pelts of beavers exchanged for a Loonie,
A bar in Nanaimo, bread in Montreal,
It’s the passion we have for our country– 

(Stretching from) Yukon through to Nova Scotia,
The Great White North harbours such wonder and glory!
From Charlottetown through to Vancouver–
From sea unto sea outlines Canada’s story!
Charlottetown through to Vancouver–
From sea unto sea outlines Canada’s story!

- @emipoemi and @electricarmchair in collaboration

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Haul today from my bone pits.

Row one is old man raccoon. His skull is so dense i thought he still had brain in him and his teeth are really neat.

Row two is a coy and another raccoon

Last row is a opossom and all the jaw bones (including badger jaws. Skull wasnt done yet)
And a tinyyy mink! I have two sets of jaws since one skull was smashed so im thinging of making earings out of them :3


Off to be degresed soon (im ganna try ammonia wish me luck)

Coy and mink will be for sale

Also still have another raccoon skull, raccoon skull with back of the head bullet wound, 2 beaver skulls, a coy pelt, tons of bones (deer and fur bearer bones) 2 craft grade opossoms, tons of groundhogs, 2 mink pelts, tooons of vintage mink, and various painted jaws.

Also working on 2 coy pelts, 6 raccoons (one so far is just the back fur and tail and will be cheap)

Message me for pics or questions:3 open to trades but im extremely picky (its not u its that i have to many species)

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I let temptation get the better of me and bought two air dried beaver pelts.

These guys are in the pickle right now.

While we’re on the subject of beaver, it’s probably time to pull the beaver skeleton from the maceration bucket and do some final clean up on him. I can’t decide if I want to whiten him or keep him the interesting shade of gray he came to me as…

Light(e)ning

An Outlaw Bandit offering that loosely fits today’s ‘teach me’ prompt. Thanks to black-throatedblue, who may have convinced me not to delete this.


Regina’s half-risen from a crouch, bow tucked into her side, when his hand catches against the crook of her arm and flexes, holding – it’s not a signal they’ve used before, but she can read its caution, its warning, well enough.

She sinks back immediately, whips her head to align with his, and searches, seeing no more through the trees than she had a moment ago, but dusk is falling, and she must be blind to something in the shadows, some man or beast that has pulled Robin’s eyes.

They have traveled far for the hunt today, only now crossing back into territory frequented by the guard, and it would be ruinous to be taken by surprise here – or taken alive.

She gestures to him in askance, an open spread of palm under lifted brow, and he leans in to breathe, “Wait.”

Another cock of the head, and she strains to follow, looking hard, until she feels his shoulders drop on a triumphant exhale.

“There.”

She sees no movement, nothing more than the burnt fizzle of a firefly or two over a stand of milkweed, but Robin rocks up on his feet and sets their cover shaking, no care for concealment now as he strides into the open and reaches through the air with hands cupped, arcing shut.

Oh, for the love of –

He’s cranked her pulse a few notches higher and squandered the last good daylight all in the pursuit of catching fireflies.

Keep reading

In 1670 the British monarchy laid out a “rent obligation” for the Hudson Bay Company to operate in Rupert’s Land, the area better recognized today as the Hudson Bay basin.

“…Yielding and paying yearly to us and our heirs and successors for the same two Elks and two Black beavers whensoever and as often as We, our heirs and successors shall happen to enter into the said Countries, Territories and Regions hereby granted.”

Meaning, any time the reigning British monarch or any member of their family visited the Husdon Bay basin territory, the company was obligated to grant them two beaver and two elk pelts. This “Rent Ceremony” was conducted four times, the final of which was in 1970 when Queen Elizabeth II was presented with two live beavers (which she elected to donate to Winnipeg’s Assiniboine Park Zoo).

DnD Session #4: Decapitate Everything

“At some point you’re going to get a spell and I’m just going to change it to bees just so you can be like RELEASE THE BEES and kill something.”

“With this orb I thee wed.”

“Everyone’s trying to teach the chaotic neutral rogue morality.”

“I was just hoping to scare these people.”
“We can scare them WITH A DECAPITATED HEAD.”

“I MUST DANCE, CLOUDS.”

“So he hears that taunt and turns to YOU. With his sword.”

“I decapitate him.”
“That’s not an action.”
“I roll to decapitate him.”

“It’s not worth it to use this spell anymore. I’m just going to start shooting people.”

“He was stumbling over his words not because he didn’t want to tell you, but because he wanted to tell you EVERYTHING.”

“NOT ALL KEGS.”

“Okay, now, I’m not perfectly certain fire is the correct answer.”
[one minute later]
“Okay, fuck it. Fire.”

“Let’s longsword this bitch.”

“I choose to perceive.”
[mocking] “I choose to OPEN MY EYES.”

“I tripped and fell and a dust speck flew into my eye so I could no longer perceive.”

“You’ve all found 30 beaver pelts. I find this stupid.”

“Two arched wooden bridges span the cavern to the weest. WEST.”

“Don’t drink our battlefield…”

“Roll for fire.”
“Roll for bees.”

“Also, all of the flammable objects between me and Mike Wazowski are now on fire.”
“So all of the stone doesn’t catch on fire. Because it’s stone.”

“Can we unkill it for a second?

"It is a diamond worth NOTHING. Because it’s not a diamond.”