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#31
The Lost Lake Inn / Re: 2026-02-05 - DMFA 2166 - O...
Last post by Cassi-kun - February 13, 2026, 07:25:48 PMQuote from: joshofspam on February 12, 2026, 10:21:38 PMIt all sort of makes you wonder just how intentional this seemingly random encounter is and what the true objectives are.Hizell has announced his intent to protect Abel to spite Destania, so it is possible he sent one of his minions to keep Jy unbothered as a sidenote to that. But she also stated that she's only in Zinvth to buy supplies for her camping trip, so I think it was just coincidence (and a chance to introduce her to the audience before she arrives at the inn).
Is she possibly spying on Jyrras or Abel? Is she actually a future assasin or is Hitzell looking into more traditional means of gathering intelligence on things to try to pick up Destania's sent again?
Truth be told, I imagine her last stop to be another attempt on Ducky's life, but she could be doing more than that. The way she said last stop about the inn might be taken she has multiple places she plans to visit that might involve more than simple site seeing.
If she is looking for Destania, it won't be at the inn, because Hizell has stated that aside from Pyroduck he has "nothing of interest" there anymore, and he's sending his minions to deal with Pyroduck, not handling him personally.
#32
Tower of Art / Re: Cyborg Rabbit Suit
Last post by Dishonored - February 13, 2026, 04:08:52 PMSomehow I missed this until now. Awesome work, TGH!
#33
Tower of Art / Re: Cyborg Rabbit Suit
Last post by thegayhare - February 13, 2026, 01:03:30 AMhttps://www.furaffinity.net/view/63958310/
Not part of my cyborg outfit but I did make myself a Zaku helmet
Not part of my cyborg outfit but I did make myself a Zaku helmet
#34
The Lost Lake Inn / Re: 2026-02-05 - DMFA 2166 - O...
Last post by joshofspam - February 12, 2026, 10:21:38 PMQuote from: Cassi-kun on February 09, 2026, 11:16:10 PMIt all sort of makes you wonder just how intentional this seemingly random encounter is and what the true objectives are.Quote from: Starcat5 on February 09, 2026, 11:39:13 AMWait... the dark blue on the left side of her face, her left shoulder, and her left hind leg... Are those scars?I noticed that and by the way she keeps her eye closed I believe they may be burn scars.
Edit: That rainbow fur in the background of panel two... How does she keep blending in like this?!?
And yeah I didn't notice her at first either!
Is she possibly spying on Jyrras or Abel? Is she actually a future assasin or is Hitzell looking into more traditional means of gathering intelligence on things to try to pick up Destania's sent again?
Truth be told, I imagine her last stop to be another attempt on Ducky's life, but she could be doing more than that. The way she said last stop about the inn might be taken she has multiple places she plans to visit that might involve more than simple site seeing.
#35
DHS Comix / Re: 2026-28-01 - [Heretic Volu...
Last post by ProfesseurRenard - February 11, 2026, 11:33:47 PMPages 7-8
Yep, called it. Complete wanker. Can't wait to watch him get his comeuppance.
Yep, called it. Complete wanker. Can't wait to watch him get his comeuppance.
#36
Jayhawk HQ / Re: [Bounty Project Chapter 13...
Last post by ProfesseurRenard - February 11, 2026, 11:25:07 PM13-10 - Those were the days
Let's hope Admaria's reassurances get through to Tim in spite of Keaton's reliving the gory old days.
Let's hope Admaria's reassurances get through to Tim in spite of Keaton's reliving the gory old days.
#37
Tower of Art / Re: [Writing] Pax Draconica 2 ...
Last post by ProfesseurRenard - February 11, 2026, 06:44:53 PMThose prophecy twists get you every time.
Also, I hope Falnar's flight doesn't lead to too much trouble...
Also, I hope Falnar's flight doesn't lead to too much trouble...
#38
Tower of Art / [Writing] Pax Draconica 2 - Ch...
Last post by Tapewolf - February 11, 2026, 08:39:59 AMChapter 16 - Healthcheck
"I have spoken to Falnar," Lord Terror said. He lay indolently upon his throne, wearing a latex skirt over his usual bodysuit, and stiletto-heeled boots.
"Is he well?" Fardon enquired worriedly.
"He is," the furre replied. "Falnar was worried that I would seek to dominate him, rather than act as his patron. I believe he is over that now, and I hope to have accommodation for him within the city by the end of this tenday. There are old buildings that could host a dragon, and I have located one that will suit, at least until we are ready to move things forward. He has agreed to visit the capital later today, to view some potential sites."
"What of the Earl?" Fardon said. "Falnar feared him also. And with good reason, since if he defended himself that could be used as an excuse to declare him a rogue, and finish him for good with Hunter weapons."
"I have spoken to the Earl also," Terry said, eyes became distant for a moment and he shook his head, adjusting the frills of his skirt.
"Did I ever mention why I wear these outfits?" he asked, gesturing with a rubber-clad hand. "The Bishop believes that it is for seductive purposes, and vanity. And I have to admit that I do so like the gloss, to be able to hold up one hand and see a distorted reflection of my face. I like the feel of the tightness around me. And it gives me an enigmatic air as well," he added.
"But there is another reason. The Bishop was so close to the truth, yet he did not see it. I always wear catsuits to executions," Terry said, with a toothy grin. "With dragons, even with men and furres, dominating another is linked to passion. And if you have ever worn such tight, stretchy clothing - as a dragon or in humanoid guise - you will know that it becomes visibly obvious when a male in tight, stretchy clothing experiences such feelings. The skirt neatly conceals such things, which the Bishop would find even more disturbing."
"This is why the dragon knights of Taria execute people in full armour," Fardon said. "As you say, slaying the condemned often triggers lustful reactions. It is how we dragons are wired. But with this in mind, would combat gear not serve better as an executioner's attire, and provoke less ire from the Bishop?"
"It would be less striking," Terry argued. "But there is a practical reason I wear rubber to executions, one that the Bishop has apparently missed. It is because beheadings tend to be... messy. And I do not like having dried blood matting up my fur. Wearing this, I can simply shower afterwards."
"I see," Fardon said. "I take it then, from the tone of this discussion, that the Earl's excuses did not satisfy you?"
Terry sighed. "They did not. You remember, I presume, that the Order of Thea had a prophecy about Falnar?" he said, glancing at Fardon. "It turns out that the Earl had a prophecy also."
"Really?" Fardon tilted his head slightly in surprise.
"It was told to him that he would be slain by a dragon," Terry said. "That the dragon Falnar would bring about his death, if he did not act wisely. This is why he was so adamant that our poor friend had to die, and specifically why he had to die this moon. Because that was when the prophecy was due to unfold. And unfold it did. I enjoyed that, Fardon. Taking his head, to keep Falnar alive. And now I feel bad about how good it felt," he sighed.
"You did justice upon him," Fardon said simply. "An Earl who defies his lord in matters of life and death is a traitor. And traitors are punished most harshly."
"It still feels a little tyrannical," Terry sighed. "Were I in his place... might I not have done the same...? But alas, we cannot help how we are, and I thank you for your reassurance."
"You undersell yourself, your lordship," Fardon said. "I think you would have seen through it. You seek an accord with dragons, and would surely have contacted Falnar directly, learned that he bore you no ill will. Realised that the prophecy of death referred to another dragon - seeking to avenge his murder, or kill to protect him as you have done. To question the prophecy would be to choose wisely."
"Maybe you're right," Terry sighed. "I hope his replacement will learn such wisdom. But this incident will not improve the standing of dragonkind within Lundgarten, at least."
"The Order of Thea," Fardon said slowly. The dragon-man glanced at him in puzzlement, his own head tilting slightly.
"They said that their Chosen One had to be rescued this moon," Fardon continued, sounding awed. "Otherwise it would be too late. The Earl's attempts to slay Falnar... That must have been why."
"...Of course!" Terry said, looking thunderstruck. "How obvious it seems in hindsight! Ah, if only we had known, all this could have been averted. Poor Lundgarten... he died thinking he had defeated the prophecy at the last, and died by the hands of a furre rather than a dragon."
"He probably feels a complete fool now," Fardon said. "I have no doubt that the gods have explained the truth to him as part of his punishment."
"That may be," Terry mused. "Now... Falnar and the late Earl of Lundgarten were not the only things I wished to speak to you about.
"In our earlier meeting, you said that Lord Varl wished to see Arstrom become a safe haven for dragons. We can make a start with that now, but I will need your aid, if you are willing to lend it."
"Depends on the aid," Fardon said. "But I presume that you would like me, a dragon, to establish contact with others in your realm? I should be able to do that."
"Indeed," Lord Terror said. "If Falnar is anything to go by, they fear me. Those who believe me to be a furre, they fear that I would try to slay them as threats to my realm. Those who have guessed my true nature, instead fear that I may eat them, or murder them... whether it be to destroy a rival, or to claim their territory and hoard. Either way, to confront them in person risks revealing my secret before the time is right.
"I understand that you have had similar duties in the Disputed Territories between Taria and Thurr's realm? If you can at least reduce their fear and tell them that they are welcome to visit the dragon-porch of my castle, that would be much appreciated."
"I can make a start," Fardon said. "But your realm is large. Finding all, or even most, dragons within it will take many tendays."
"I have considered that," Terry said. "If you can find one or more who would be willing to act as my emissary, that is all we will need, and the news should spread organically. Falnar has his claws quite full with the Mystic Order of Thea, or I would ask him."
"I will take Fiskul," Fardon advised. "They will not like being left behind."
"Is that wise?" Terry asked. "Is the sight of the world-eater not likely to upset them?"
"Fiskul usually appears small to make themselves look more harmless," Fardon said. "Worst case, they can probably trail me."
"At this time there are a lot of holes in our radar coverage," Terry said. "It is something I will need to build up as more dragons and aircraft arrive. But for now, Air traffic control is largely focused around major cities, otherwise we could locate them all that way. It has given us a few leads, though - so I would start your search on the Eastern border, as the mountains there are ideal for building lairs and I do not believe Falnar's is the only one."
"Lady Silver," Terry began. "You impressed upon me earlier, Atlantia's desire to continue trade with Arstrom, despite the fact that I plan to make it dragon-inclusive."
"Have you changed your mind, your lordship?" the snow leopard looked worried. "You seemed a little... undecided when last we discussed this. Or has Sir Fardon changed it for you...?"
"That offer is still on the table," Terry reassured her. "Perhaps you might call it playing both sides, but I must point out that if I had to choose one, it would be Taria, for my plans are more aligned with their way of life than yours.
"That said, there is indeed machinery which your realm is best equipped to provide. And pondering my upcoming projects, this has given me an idea, though it is somewhat... sensitive... in its nature.
"As you are no doubt aware from the dragonslayer who provoked my ire, executions by hanging are carried out for the most foul of crimes, when a slow death is called for. But for those deserving of a more merciful death, I favour beheading. Sometimes by the sword, but mostly by the guillotine."
"We have agreed not to harm dragons while in your realm!" the snow leopard interjected hastily. "Nothing like that should become necessary!"
"That is not what I meant," Terry replied calmly. "But it occurs to me that our current equipment will only suffice for beheading criminals among the Small Races.
"While the Tarian ambassador is absent, I would like to broach with you the controversial topic of whether you could help us cover this, ah, shortfall in our capabilities?"
"As I said, we can offer our services if you need a dragon eliminated," Lady Silver replied eagerly. Terry grimaced.
"I can shoot a dragon myself, if the need is dire enough," he retorted irritably. "But that is not what I meant. To put it bluntly, what I am asking is whether Atlantia could provide for me a suitable guillotine?"
"A dragon guillotine?!" the snow leopard chirped happily. "I see... I see why you did not want to ask this while Sir Fardon was around! Why, certainly! I can send for a mobile guillotine by tomorrow, if that's what you need! Who is it for...?"
"Dammit, that's not..." Terry started, but was interrupted by a loud keening sound.
"Dragon!" the snow-leopard yelped, leaping out of her chair as if she'd seen a cucumber. "Wait... one of the Tarians?"
"Oh no," Terry said, looking horrified, as the green snout of Falnar's muzzle withdrew itself from the throne room's entry way. "Oh no, no, no, no..." He glanced sharply at the Huntress. "One of mine," he said. "You and your men are not to engage my subjects, is that quite understood? I will return soon."
"Uh," the snow leopard began, and stared as the furre leapt out of the room with a series of wing-assisted jumps that flapped his skirt wildly.
"Where did he go...?" Terry demanded of the nearest guard. "Where did the dragon Falnar go...?"
"To the dragon-porches, I think..." the guard replied, pointing at a balcony far above their heads. Terry swore. With effort, he jumped into the air, flapping his wings strenuously until he reached the porch, only to see the dark shape of Falnar receding into the distance. "Fuck," he said, mopping his brow with a black-gloved hand.
"I have spoken to Falnar," Lord Terror said. He lay indolently upon his throne, wearing a latex skirt over his usual bodysuit, and stiletto-heeled boots.
"Is he well?" Fardon enquired worriedly.
"He is," the furre replied. "Falnar was worried that I would seek to dominate him, rather than act as his patron. I believe he is over that now, and I hope to have accommodation for him within the city by the end of this tenday. There are old buildings that could host a dragon, and I have located one that will suit, at least until we are ready to move things forward. He has agreed to visit the capital later today, to view some potential sites."
"What of the Earl?" Fardon said. "Falnar feared him also. And with good reason, since if he defended himself that could be used as an excuse to declare him a rogue, and finish him for good with Hunter weapons."
"I have spoken to the Earl also," Terry said, eyes became distant for a moment and he shook his head, adjusting the frills of his skirt.
"Did I ever mention why I wear these outfits?" he asked, gesturing with a rubber-clad hand. "The Bishop believes that it is for seductive purposes, and vanity. And I have to admit that I do so like the gloss, to be able to hold up one hand and see a distorted reflection of my face. I like the feel of the tightness around me. And it gives me an enigmatic air as well," he added.
"But there is another reason. The Bishop was so close to the truth, yet he did not see it. I always wear catsuits to executions," Terry said, with a toothy grin. "With dragons, even with men and furres, dominating another is linked to passion. And if you have ever worn such tight, stretchy clothing - as a dragon or in humanoid guise - you will know that it becomes visibly obvious when a male in tight, stretchy clothing experiences such feelings. The skirt neatly conceals such things, which the Bishop would find even more disturbing."
"This is why the dragon knights of Taria execute people in full armour," Fardon said. "As you say, slaying the condemned often triggers lustful reactions. It is how we dragons are wired. But with this in mind, would combat gear not serve better as an executioner's attire, and provoke less ire from the Bishop?"
"It would be less striking," Terry argued. "But there is a practical reason I wear rubber to executions, one that the Bishop has apparently missed. It is because beheadings tend to be... messy. And I do not like having dried blood matting up my fur. Wearing this, I can simply shower afterwards."
"I see," Fardon said. "I take it then, from the tone of this discussion, that the Earl's excuses did not satisfy you?"
Terry sighed. "They did not. You remember, I presume, that the Order of Thea had a prophecy about Falnar?" he said, glancing at Fardon. "It turns out that the Earl had a prophecy also."
"Really?" Fardon tilted his head slightly in surprise.
"It was told to him that he would be slain by a dragon," Terry said. "That the dragon Falnar would bring about his death, if he did not act wisely. This is why he was so adamant that our poor friend had to die, and specifically why he had to die this moon. Because that was when the prophecy was due to unfold. And unfold it did. I enjoyed that, Fardon. Taking his head, to keep Falnar alive. And now I feel bad about how good it felt," he sighed.
"You did justice upon him," Fardon said simply. "An Earl who defies his lord in matters of life and death is a traitor. And traitors are punished most harshly."
"It still feels a little tyrannical," Terry sighed. "Were I in his place... might I not have done the same...? But alas, we cannot help how we are, and I thank you for your reassurance."
"You undersell yourself, your lordship," Fardon said. "I think you would have seen through it. You seek an accord with dragons, and would surely have contacted Falnar directly, learned that he bore you no ill will. Realised that the prophecy of death referred to another dragon - seeking to avenge his murder, or kill to protect him as you have done. To question the prophecy would be to choose wisely."
"Maybe you're right," Terry sighed. "I hope his replacement will learn such wisdom. But this incident will not improve the standing of dragonkind within Lundgarten, at least."
"The Order of Thea," Fardon said slowly. The dragon-man glanced at him in puzzlement, his own head tilting slightly.
"They said that their Chosen One had to be rescued this moon," Fardon continued, sounding awed. "Otherwise it would be too late. The Earl's attempts to slay Falnar... That must have been why."
"...Of course!" Terry said, looking thunderstruck. "How obvious it seems in hindsight! Ah, if only we had known, all this could have been averted. Poor Lundgarten... he died thinking he had defeated the prophecy at the last, and died by the hands of a furre rather than a dragon."
"He probably feels a complete fool now," Fardon said. "I have no doubt that the gods have explained the truth to him as part of his punishment."
"That may be," Terry mused. "Now... Falnar and the late Earl of Lundgarten were not the only things I wished to speak to you about.
"In our earlier meeting, you said that Lord Varl wished to see Arstrom become a safe haven for dragons. We can make a start with that now, but I will need your aid, if you are willing to lend it."
"Depends on the aid," Fardon said. "But I presume that you would like me, a dragon, to establish contact with others in your realm? I should be able to do that."
"Indeed," Lord Terror said. "If Falnar is anything to go by, they fear me. Those who believe me to be a furre, they fear that I would try to slay them as threats to my realm. Those who have guessed my true nature, instead fear that I may eat them, or murder them... whether it be to destroy a rival, or to claim their territory and hoard. Either way, to confront them in person risks revealing my secret before the time is right.
"I understand that you have had similar duties in the Disputed Territories between Taria and Thurr's realm? If you can at least reduce their fear and tell them that they are welcome to visit the dragon-porch of my castle, that would be much appreciated."
"I can make a start," Fardon said. "But your realm is large. Finding all, or even most, dragons within it will take many tendays."
"I have considered that," Terry said. "If you can find one or more who would be willing to act as my emissary, that is all we will need, and the news should spread organically. Falnar has his claws quite full with the Mystic Order of Thea, or I would ask him."
"I will take Fiskul," Fardon advised. "They will not like being left behind."
"Is that wise?" Terry asked. "Is the sight of the world-eater not likely to upset them?"
"Fiskul usually appears small to make themselves look more harmless," Fardon said. "Worst case, they can probably trail me."
"At this time there are a lot of holes in our radar coverage," Terry said. "It is something I will need to build up as more dragons and aircraft arrive. But for now, Air traffic control is largely focused around major cities, otherwise we could locate them all that way. It has given us a few leads, though - so I would start your search on the Eastern border, as the mountains there are ideal for building lairs and I do not believe Falnar's is the only one."
* * *
"Lady Silver," Terry began. "You impressed upon me earlier, Atlantia's desire to continue trade with Arstrom, despite the fact that I plan to make it dragon-inclusive."
"Have you changed your mind, your lordship?" the snow leopard looked worried. "You seemed a little... undecided when last we discussed this. Or has Sir Fardon changed it for you...?"
"That offer is still on the table," Terry reassured her. "Perhaps you might call it playing both sides, but I must point out that if I had to choose one, it would be Taria, for my plans are more aligned with their way of life than yours.
"That said, there is indeed machinery which your realm is best equipped to provide. And pondering my upcoming projects, this has given me an idea, though it is somewhat... sensitive... in its nature.
"As you are no doubt aware from the dragonslayer who provoked my ire, executions by hanging are carried out for the most foul of crimes, when a slow death is called for. But for those deserving of a more merciful death, I favour beheading. Sometimes by the sword, but mostly by the guillotine."
"We have agreed not to harm dragons while in your realm!" the snow leopard interjected hastily. "Nothing like that should become necessary!"
"That is not what I meant," Terry replied calmly. "But it occurs to me that our current equipment will only suffice for beheading criminals among the Small Races.
"While the Tarian ambassador is absent, I would like to broach with you the controversial topic of whether you could help us cover this, ah, shortfall in our capabilities?"
"As I said, we can offer our services if you need a dragon eliminated," Lady Silver replied eagerly. Terry grimaced.
"I can shoot a dragon myself, if the need is dire enough," he retorted irritably. "But that is not what I meant. To put it bluntly, what I am asking is whether Atlantia could provide for me a suitable guillotine?"
"A dragon guillotine?!" the snow leopard chirped happily. "I see... I see why you did not want to ask this while Sir Fardon was around! Why, certainly! I can send for a mobile guillotine by tomorrow, if that's what you need! Who is it for...?"
"Dammit, that's not..." Terry started, but was interrupted by a loud keening sound.
"Dragon!" the snow-leopard yelped, leaping out of her chair as if she'd seen a cucumber. "Wait... one of the Tarians?"
"Oh no," Terry said, looking horrified, as the green snout of Falnar's muzzle withdrew itself from the throne room's entry way. "Oh no, no, no, no..." He glanced sharply at the Huntress. "One of mine," he said. "You and your men are not to engage my subjects, is that quite understood? I will return soon."
"Uh," the snow leopard began, and stared as the furre leapt out of the room with a series of wing-assisted jumps that flapped his skirt wildly.
"Where did he go...?" Terry demanded of the nearest guard. "Where did the dragon Falnar go...?"
"To the dragon-porches, I think..." the guard replied, pointing at a balcony far above their heads. Terry swore. With effort, he jumped into the air, flapping his wings strenuously until he reached the porch, only to see the dark shape of Falnar receding into the distance. "Fuck," he said, mopping his brow with a black-gloved hand.
#39
The Lost Lake Inn / Re: 2026-02-05 - DMFA 2166 - O...
Last post by Hariman - February 09, 2026, 11:55:30 PMQuote from: Starcat5 on February 09, 2026, 11:39:13 AMWait... the dark blue on the left side of her face, her left shoulder, and her left hind leg... Are those scars?
Edit: That rainbow fur in the background of panel two... How does she keep blending in like this?!?
In a world where a bunch of people are multi-limbed mythos and dragons and fae and so much more, being a walking rainbow isn't all that surprising.
I find one of the only reasons I stand out is because I have a unique combination of muttonchops, a pony tail, and glasses. If I cut my hair and shaved my facial hair I'd blend in a lot more.
There's also a way to behave/walk that's sometimes called "gray man", where you don't do anything that makes you stand out, so you don't stand out.
...She really has turned that skill into an art though. The only person better was a chameleon who had no common sense.
Also... I'm betting Bloodwing is a gentle and cuddly gryphon and gives the best hugs. Now Fluffles? That's the gryphon who's dangerous!
#40
The Lost Lake Inn / Re: 2026-02-05 - DMFA 2166 - O...
Last post by Cassi-kun - February 09, 2026, 11:16:10 PMQuote from: Starcat5 on February 09, 2026, 11:39:13 AMWait... the dark blue on the left side of her face, her left shoulder, and her left hind leg... Are those scars?I noticed that and by the way she keeps her eye closed I believe they may be burn scars.
Edit: That rainbow fur in the background of panel two... How does she keep blending in like this?!?
And yeah I didn't notice her at first either!