So at the previous entry’s cliffhanger, Arthur was looking longingly at the magic coat, and the magic coat was ticking, and Mildred was holding it up and saying how nice it would look on Arthur, he has just the sort … Continue reading →
YESTERDAY I called out for puns based on Morgan shapeshifting into a rock! I called out, and you answered! Three of you answered! Kate writes: “Yeah, that ending was a little rocky…” Rob writes: “Our escape henged on my igneous … Continue reading →
We rejoin the tale of Morgan and her convenient knights, already in progress. “Well,” she says, “that surely was something. Arthur chasing after us, all mad like that…” “Yeah!” “I don’t like Arthur!” “No! He’s scary!” “So scary! I was … Continue reading →
Action-packed chapter today! Roundabout this time Accolon’s body and Arthur’s note arrive, and Morgan is all at once equal parts heartbroken, angry, and frightened. But since she can’t let on that she cares especially about Accolon, or that Arthur … Continue reading →
Be warned: this chapter is the worst chapter for the ladies in a long while. While Arthur is recuperating in the abbey, Morgan le Fay is back at Camelot, checking her calendar against her timetable. She had this … Continue reading →
“It’s okay, everyone,” Arthur tells the kneeling crowd. “It’s cool. Everybody up. C’mon, chop chop.” Everybody slowly rises to their feet. “Now, see, this is the kind of thing that happens when knights go out to have strange adventures. It … Continue reading →
Chapter XI picks up mid-conversation, as Malory keeps doing. Jerk. Arthur has Excalibur back and he’s looming over Accolon, who’s even more wounded than he is and not nearly so knightly. “Aw, man,” moans Accolon. “This whole Excalibur-wielding plan … Continue reading →
I asserted that the spell Nimue casts on Accolon cannot be found anywhere in the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons Player’s Handbook. Paul Flanaghan provides a solution. Oh No My Sword! (Evocation) Level: 1? Range: 1 jousting field. Casting Time: When … Continue reading →
So Arthur’s badly wounded, and disarmed, and Accolon clearly has the upper hand. Accolon paces around Arthur, toying with him, flashing Excalibur at him. “Knight (whom I totally don’t know who really is),” he says, “you’re beaten! Surrender and I … Continue reading →
Today I finish up my survey of the issue, and make note on some trends. Warnings from Monday and yesterday still apply: they can be summed up as I’m terrible at this. “Chromatophores” by John Alfred Taylor. About 4000 words. … Continue reading →
