mule-team

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Dnd story 1/7: I don't know if she was a DMPC, or just an NPC that the DM really liked, but we had this elf ranger in the party who was the most unbelievable bro imaginable. She heralded our coming from horseback whenever we got into a new town, she got us food whenever we entered town and she kept track of every coin we had that wasn't a gold or platinum piece. She also managed all our non-essential equipment so we never had to deal with weight issues, by buying a team of mules and wagons.

Dnd story 2/7: She never took a cut of the loot, she never took any magical equipment except for bows and short-swords that we didn’t want, (and even then we’d often sell them instead of giving them to her, she’d be 2-3 enhancement bonuses behind us) and she never, NEVER once asked us to pay for anything for her. She paid her own fare on the ferries, she bought or hunter her own food and paid for her own room or just didn’t sleep.

Dnd story 3/7: Hell, she was so reliable we started setting our clocks by her. We once sent her out, ALONE, to get through a blockade of orc and deliver a message to a city 30 miles away, when the entire space in between was full of wargs. She came back the next morning with the cavalry, and we hadn’t even considered that she might not. She was nothing if not to be counted on. She was so much of a fucking bro that the thought of “why” she was such a bro never occurred to anyone until the last -

Dnd story 4/7: three sessions when she actually saved the sorcerer’s life by leaping in front of a Fiendish Advanced Dire-Bullette (I’m not joking, the DM really applied all three of these templates to that creature.) and died in his arms asking if he was hurt before the cleric could get there. We never knew why she was so loyal.. Why she had saved him. We spoke to dead to ask her why, to ask her ruined corpse, in armor someone 10 levels bellow her would have turned down in a crisis, holding a -

DnD story 5/7: - Weapon none of us would have even picked up if we found it, why she had sacrificed herself for us. The body answered and we all sat there, “because you were the only friends I ever had.” I’ve never felt like such shit in my entire life. So here’s to you Lu, you beautiful bitch. The truest bro to ever string a bow. At this point, people usually assume we’d be on a mission to retrieve her soul from hell.

Dnd story 6/7: Setting rules. Death is death, there’s no way out. Speak with Dead was just talking to the body, we couldn’t even thank her, because her soul was already gone. Our entire campaign was built up around destroying the spiritual black-hole that was preventing souls from going to the real afterlife, and allowing people to be ressurrected. We killed the very primal concept of entropy with her name on our lips, and we all went down with it. No afterlives, no happy endings.

Dnd story 7/7: But we went knowing that maybe, just maybe, she would be free now, and she would know that we appreciated her for what she did. She would know; because we carved it into gods forehead in bold letters.


Ok. 
I have a few things to unpack here. 
First of all, this was given to me before I made the “Less than 5 asks dnd story” rule but I kept it because this reads beautifully.

Second, I’m more surprised you werent suspicious your best friend wasn’t gonna kill you but then again maybe that says more about me than you and your DM so. 

Third, stories like this. The bittersweet no happy ending stories of dnd that are so organic and real are my favorite parts of dnd. 

fourth. 
YOU CARVED YOUR LOST COMRADE’S NAME INTO THE FOREHEAD OF A DEAD GOD.
THAT IS THE SINGLE MOST METAL SENTENCE IVE EVER READ IN MY FUCKING LIFE. 

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Chained Rock

High on the vaulted slopes of Pine Mountain a large rock looms menacingly over the small town of Pineville, KY. Chained Rock has always been a part of area folklore. As the legend goes, the rock hanging above town could not give way and come tumbling down because it had been ‘chained’. In truth, however, the boulder had never been secured.  

In 1933, the Pineville Rock Club (assisted by the Boy Scouts & Civilian Conservation Corps) changed that! It is rumored the rock was never in real danger of falling and this was all done as a publicity stunt, creating a local tourist attraction.

The Chain, 101 feet long with seven pound links, was carried here by a four-mule team in two trips. It is anchored to the rock with pegs 1.5x24” concreted into holes, star drilled by hand.

Poster details:
4 color screen print
16" x 20"
Limited Edition of 45

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“Cover your crystal eyes, and feel the tones that tremble down your spine.
Cover your crystal eyes, and let your colours bleed and blend with mine.

Remember that old dirty buck skull that my friend gave me, that had his antlers sawn off?

Just because something seems broken doesn’t mean it can’t be beautiful again.

I started out using a dremel to drill five holes where his antlers would be, before using wire to form a pair of antlers for him. I then used pipe cleaners and wrapped it around the wire to give the crystals something to stick to. I got a big flower pot and used hot water to dissolve two boxes of 20 mule team borax before hanging the skull upside-down so that the antlers were submerged.

I let him sit overnight, and this is the result. Here’s a step by step gif of how it went:

Originally I just scrubbed him off and was going to sell him for a measly $10, but after handling him and thinking about how he was just dumped as garbage after having his antlers sawn off I felt bad for him. I felt that he needed to be honored and made beautiful again. Others may view him as broken and ruined garbage that should be thrown away, but to me he’s still a beautiful prince.

GHOST RIDERS IN THE SKY

DEATH VALLEY NATIONAL MONUMENT, CALIFORNIA

Stan Jones, a former Death Valley Ranger skyrocketed to fame and fortune with his song “Ghost Riders in The Sky” which became a number one on the “Hit Parade.” Here we see an image of the gone but not forgotten 20 Mule Wagon team across a spectacular Death Valley sunset with the Devil’s Golf Course in the foreground.