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We'll Be At PortConMaine 2018 June 21 - 24
See PortConMaine's Website For Times, Location, Directions, & Ticket Prices: http://portconmaine.com
If you are coming from out of state and plan to stay at the hotel, room info can be found here: http://doubletree3.hilton.com They give discounts to PortCon members, so be sure to mention you are attending PortCon when you reserve your room!
I'm livestreaming making this costume. If you want to see it being made, check out my Avallac'h Costume Making Vlogs on YouTube!
See You There!
Who is Avallac'h? This is Avallac'h (Note, this character comes from an "adult entertainment" video game Witcher 3 Wild Hunt, and you must be 18 or older to buy the game. Assume all videos and pages featuring Avallac'h are NSFW. This guy's a major pervert)
FAQs: Yes, you can take pictures. You don't have to ask to take pictures of the car, but please ask first before taking pictures of me.
No, I'm not an actor, I do not do the masquerades. No interest in such things. No, I will not join your group in a skit. I don't do skits. Sorry, I Just don't do them.
No, I do not enter the workmanship contests - I am a professional seamstress, with a college degree in theatrical costume making and pattern design and do not qualify to enter such events. I am also driven by my love for the characters, not winning prizes and have no incentive to enter such things.
While I'm not doing an official book signing at PortCon, you are more then welcome to bring books for signing, and if you catch me in the hall, I'll be more than happy to sign them for you.
PortCon takes place in 4 separate buildings: the 2 DoubleTree towers, at the Maine Mall across the street, and starting in 2018, now also in the new Hilton building next door to the two towers.
Almost ALL the events I attend are in the second tower, the shorter one at the back of the gardens, seen here --->>>
In between events, you can usually find me in the main hall of the second tower hanging out with other CosPlayers. We are the annual HallWay CosPlayers of PortCon and we'd love to have you join us!
I will be there at all days of the event.
I live around the corner from the DoubleTree Hilton where the convention is held, so you can usually expect to see me arrive between 7AM to 8AM. (Yes... 2 HOURS before the doors open, the lines to get in ARE that long! If you arrive at opening time, you won''t get in the building before noon time at BEST.)
I typically leave around 3PM to go eat, and return around 4PM (this time fluctuates depending on the daily event schedule. We, my boyfriend will be there, usually go to SubWay at the BullMoose mini-mall) Other then leaving this one hour for lunch, I stay at PortCon all day till midnight/1AM
IMPORTANT NOTE: PortCon is the ONLY convention I will be at in 2018!
I have been CosPlaying since 1987, 2018 is my 31st year as a CosPlayer. In that time I've done 200+ costumes and usually am seen at as many as 12 events each summer. I know, you usually expect to see me at lots of events throughout the year, however, I've been doing this for 31 years now, and both my age and my health are preventing me from being very active of late.
I have arthritis, hip dysplasia, Parkinson's Disease, Autism (Kanner's Syndrome), PTSD, have 3 ruptured discs in my spine, am blind in one eye and fast going blind in my other eye, am deaf in one ear and can not hear well in the other, and since being attacked by a stalker who left me paralyzed for 5 months and 18 months relearning to walk, I'm now on a cane. My health is not good of late and I am no longer able to make full season of event runs. While I have no plans to retire from CosPlaying, I will be doing far fewer events than you saw me doing in the past.
Since 2013, I've only CosPlayed disabled/crippled characters who use a cane or staff to walk, thus allowing me to incorporate my cane into the CosPlay. That is the case this year. The character Avallac'h is both elderly and crippled and that is why I picked him to CosPlay. The Avallac'h CosPlay includes a staff, which will be replacing my cane.
PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH THE STAFF! It is NOT a prop! This is an ACTUAL MEDICAL GRADE staff that I have had custom made for this costume.
I know people like to touch my extremely elaborate, over the top CosPlays, but please be aware, I am EXTREMELY CRIPPLED and RELY HEAVILY on the cane to be able to walk. The staff you will see with this costume is real, and I CAN NOT walk without it.
(If you didn't know I am a senior citizen, I'm not sure why, but most people tend to think I'm some 20 to 30 years younger then I actually am, but, yes, I'm old enough to be your grandmother, in fact, you're grandmother is probably younger than me. I seem to be older then most of my fans' grans these days. I does get tiring, young kids in their 30s walking up to me and saying "Gee I wish I was young like you, I'd date you." You're in your 30s, that's means you're a child to me. I was YOUR age back in the 1970s - 40 years ago.)
The emails I'm getting this past week, have made it necessary to add this notation:
No, I will not make a Witcher character costume for you for free and you likely can't afford to hire me to make one for you either. These movie-set quality costumes cost several thousand dollars and 400+ hours to make, with the standard dressmaking cost being $25 an hour + 3 times cost of materials, while it is costing me around $3,000 in materials to make this, you've not counted in the time it took and the cost per hour I would charge you. $3,000 x 3 + ($25 x 400hr) = $13,000. You are looking at around $13,000 to hire me to make this Avallac'h costume on this level of craftsmanship for you.
As you know, most of the year I publish 2 to 3 articles a day.
However, every year during convention season, I take a break from that to go full swing CosPlay.
From early April 2018 to late June 2018, article posting schedule will be sporadic, while CosPlay Season and Convention events are going full swing.
During this time period, you can expect most, possible all new articles to be focused on costume making, CosPlay, and the characters I'm CosPlaying.
UPDATE: It's now divided into 7 pages. The primary page "Meet Avallach" is now over 20,000 words long. At this rate, it'll cross 60,000 long before the costume is finished, and that's not including the other 5 pages. The primary page has now crossed 60,000 words and counting, the whole set of Avallac'h pages are now more than 200,000 words long, and more then 500 pictures of Avallac'h and his friends have now been uploaded on these pages, plus there are now 400+ hour-long videos f the costume making process as we record live, every second of this insanely elaborate, over the top CosPlay project.
Quaraun The Insane The Summoner of Darkness Worms!
(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel, yet. You are seeing the pre-publication draft edition of it here, which is not yet fully edited. The published print edition may be different.)
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"Worms!" Quaraun gasped.
Unicorn looked to see what Quaraun was looking at.
A squirming knot of worms.
Quaraun stared at the worms, then turned and ran out of the room. Unicorn followed after him and found the Elf vomiting his guts out.
"Hetushki! Oho! Was it the worms or the opium did that to ya?" Unicorn asked as he watched the Elf puke.
"Both," Quaraun gasped as he staggered back to the building. "I don't like this place."
"Well, it what we gots." Unicorn's protective hand pulled Quaraun beside him, then pressed the Elf closer. "Ya is so frail of late."
"I'm always frail," Quaraun whimpered. "I'm a weak, cowardly, frail, runt. The Moon Elves were right. I'm pitiful and worthless."
"Fudger Fluffer Nutters. Ya is no worthless. Pitiful, maybe, but never worthless."
"I don't like it here."
"Well dick brains. Ya wants to keep walking, th'ough dense thunder storm filled forest at night?"
"No. I just wish we weren't alone in this place."
Just then there was a crackling zap across the ceiling, followed by flashes of lightening blue streaks dancing in the air, followed by a great black hole opening up and a half-Elf, falling, flailing, screaming as he dropped out of the sky and landed on the floor in front of them. The instant he hit the ground, the black hole closed up and vanished as if it had never been there.
"Did ya just grant yarself a wish?" Unicorn asked Quaraun as he watched the whole in the ceiling disappear.
"I don't know," Quaraun moaned. "My head hurts."
The Moon Elf wizard sat on the ground clutching his head.
"Owwww," the yellow haired Sun Elf moaned as he also held on to his head as if warding off a headache.
"Fuu-uuuck! What was that?" Unicorn stood up and stared at the spot where the hole had been.
GhoulSpawn stood up to answer Unicorn, but immediately fell back down.
"GhoulSpawn's here," Unicorn said as helped Quaraun back up.
"I can see that. Where the hell did he come from."
"I tinks ya just wished him here."
"Why would I do that?"
"Ya tell me. Ya dids it."
"I didn't mean to."
"Oh well, moving on.. don't mind me as I eat de jit..."
"You are not gonna eat him!"
"What the hell? Why not?"
"Because I said so."
Unicorn stood over GhoulSpawn.
"Where did ya come from?!"
Unicorn stared down at the half-Elf sprawled on the floor in front of him.
"Uhm... I... " GhoulSpawn struggled to find words.
"Are you alright," Quaraun asked GhoulSpawn as he helped the dazed Sun Elf to his feet.
"How did that happen?" GhoulSpawn asked as he pushed away from Quaraun and stood with his head tipped back, staring up at the spot in the ceiling where he had just fallen out of.
"I'm not sure"
"Where am I?"
"We don't seem to know where we are."
The half Sun Elf turned to Quaraun and asked again: "Where am I?"
"I don't know," Quaraun said, shrugging his shoulders. "We aren't sure where we are. Which I already said. We were running away from a giant turtle and ended up here."
"Giant tur... What?"
"I've had a bad day."
"How did I get here?"
"I don't know," Quaraun said, "Though I suspect I just wished you here."
"Wished me here?"
"I'm a wish granting wizard."
"I thought you were a Necromancer."
"No. I'm a Di'Jinn. I grant wishes. Even my own. Especially when I'm not expecting to."
"I was... and now I'm... what? ... how...." the dazed and confused half-Elf spun around several times looking at everything and everyone in the room, through his very wide, very frightened lime yellow green eyes. "I didn't... I wasn't... This shouldn't have happened! It's completely unexpected."
"I always expect the unexpected," Quaraun said. "I'm a DiJinn. You never get what wish for. You always get a version of the wish that you least expect. And so I expect nothing."
Unicorn suddenly slapped Quaraun for no reason.
"Hey! What was that for?"
"Ya was no expecting it."
Quaraun was about to punch Unicorn, but the Phooka wagged a finger in the Elf's face.
"Uh-uh-uh. I be expecting t'at. I punch harder un faster. Ya'll be on ground wid bloody nose fore ya get a swing in."
Quaraun put his hand back down,
"Why do you keep doing this to me?"
"I is a Faerie. This what we do."
"And he does this frequently?" ZooLock asked Quaraun, looking at Unicorn.
"Yes. Every damned hour of every damned day, all week long, every month of every year. Faeries are the most annoying creatures there are."
"Then why are you travelling with one."
"It keeps my life being dull. I'm an Elf. I wouldn't have any excitement in my life if I didn't have a Faerie pestering me all day long."
In their arguing they had forgotten that the strange half-Elf had just fallen out of the sky.
For the third time this week.
The room was dark, only a couple of candle lights lit, and GhoulSpawn's hair was glowing a vivid fluorescent yellow, as were his eyes. It was theIr first time seeing him at night.
"How does ya glow like that?" Unicorn asked.
"Ya hair un ya eyes. Ya lighting up the whole entire of room. We can use ya for lamp post!"
GhoulSpawn reached up and put both hands on the top of his head.
"Oh! I forgot about that!"
He closed his eyes and opened them again, this time his eyes were a more normal shade of golden hazelnut flecked with brilliant limeon yellow green, but his hair was still glowing. The demonic Elf twirled his long glowing yellow curls on his finger.
"Why does this always have to happen?" GhoulSpawn moaned as he fussed over his glowing hair. "I can't fit in with anyone."
"Always remember dat yis absolutely unique. Just like every body else."
"Oh dear!" He muttered as he stared mournfully at the glowing strand of hair wrapped around his finger. "Not much I can do about that. You don't want me on a stakeout or anywhere you need to hide from a killer. I'm sorry. I glow in the dark. I probably should have mentioned that at some point. Except it didn't seem relevant and I didn't think I'd ever see any of you again."
"Well, join the club!" Unicorn laughed, slapping the half Elf on the shoulder. "So does he."
Unicorn pointed to Quaraun.
"Him glows in dark."
"Do you?" GhoulSpawn turned and asked Quaraun.
"Yep. Only not just my hair. My whole body. I light up like up a Christmas tree every time it's a full moon."
"It causing ya both is Space Elves."
"I'm a Moon Elf. It's why they call us Moon Elves."
"Ah. I'm a Sun Elf. My hair glows at night if I stay out in the sunlight too long during the day. It's why they call us Sun Elves."
"You're eyes were glowing too," Quaraun said. "I've never seen an Elf with glowing eyes."
"Oh, uhm... that, yes. I'm only a half-Elf."
"I never saw a Human with glowing eyes either."
"Human? I... Uhm... Oh. No. I'm not... I... uhm...Human," GhoulSpawn tried to think of an explanation to why his eyes were glowing. One that didn't involve him telling strangers he was a Demon. But he couldn't think of a good lie off the top of his head. Lying wasn't something GhoulSpawn was good at or used to doing, though he tried to do it frequently. "Elephants..."
"You saw a giant turtle? How giant?"
"Big a small mountain. What about elephants?"
"You said elephants."
"Oh. I... Am I standing up?"
"Him is high," Unicorn said to Quaraun.
"Like I was, it looks like," Quaraun agreed.
"Uhm... Oh dear... I don't know what year it is.." GhoulSpawn mumbled to himself, looking around the room as he did. "What year is it?"
"That's right. You're a time traveller. I forget. What year were you in."
"I'm not sure. I... I wasn't paying attention. There were too many penguins."
Quaraun waited patently for the half-Elf to get his story straight inside his head.
"Humans don't... no. That won't work," the half-Elf continued to mutter to himself. "Goldfish. No. That's not right either. Oh dear."
GhoulSpawn was absolutly terrible at lying. Quaraun smirked as he watched the poor half-Elf try to come up with a lie.
"And," Quaraun said, to farther disrupt the poor half-Elf's train of thought. "You seem to be able to control it. Humans can't do that either."
"You're glowing eyes."
"Glowing... Eyes... Yes. My eyes glow. That's not right."
"Human eyes don't glow."
"Humans... can't..." GhoulSpawn said slowing. "My eyes glow... Humans don't have ... glowing..."
Quaraun shook his head.
"Oh! I know!" The half Elf exclaimed cheerfully, as he thought of an answer that didn't involve him admitting to being a Demon. "I'm a Chaos Wizard. We can do that."
"You forgot you was a wizard?" Quaraun asked.
"What? Oh. No.I... It's...uhmmm..."
"You're lying to me."
"No I'm not. It's...it's... It's LSD. I'm a bit... High right now. I'm sorry. I can't... I can't think well just yet."
"You had to stop, for a few minutes, and think about your answer before answering me."
"No I didn't."
"It took you three minutes to think up an excuse."
"No it didn't."
"Aye, it did," Unicorn agreed. "Yis a bad liar."
"I'm sorry," GhoulSpawn muttered.
"For what?" Quaraun asked.
"I don't know," GhoulSpawn said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not... I don't... people make me nervous. I'm not used to talking. No one ever talks to me. They're usually too busy kicking me."
"Kicking you?" Quaraun asked, now sounding sympathetic. Having been abused himself growing up, he hated to see anyone else abused. "That's not right. Who kicks you?"
"Elves. I'm a half-Elf. I'm not a viable member of society. Valuable. I'm not a valuable member of society. I don't deserve to live."
"It that what the Elves around here tell you?"
"The Sun Elves. Yes. They are High Elves. Highest High Elves on the planet, after the Moon Elves." GhoulSpawn suddenly looked scared. His eyes darted nervously around the room looking for a means of escape. "You're a Moon Elf."
"I am, but I won't hurt you. I have nothing against half-Elves. I'm not like other Moon Elves."
"The Sun Elves are dead."
"I'm the last one."
"You're a half-Elf."
"I know. I'm unworthy."
"Don't say that."
"Your value doesn't decrease based on someone else's inability to see your worth."
"No one cares about a half-Elf. The High Elves want us dead, the Wild Elves don't care about anything at all, Faerie eat us, Humans usher us off into reservations and concentration camps, Demons don't want..." GhoulSpawn stopped himself before he said too much. "I'm not welcomed anywhere."
"I know the feeling," Quaraun said.
"Do you? You're a full blooded High Elf from the look of you."
"Aren't you Quaraun the Insane?"
"Purest blooded Elf on the planet if the rumours about you are true. You are a result of hundreds of generations of sibling marriages."
"I am. That part of the rumours is true at least. I'm the Elf all other Elves strive to be, blood-line-wise. In every thing else they can't be as far from like me as possible."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a Necromancer. I dress like a she-Elf. I murdered my family. I have non-Elf friends. I don't hate half-Elves. I like getting my ass fucked by male Faeries. Most Elves count those things against me and say it makes me the evilest Elf to ever live. I'm a disgrace to Elfdom. I'm worse than a half-Elf. I'm a waste of a perfect bloodline. Chin up, GhoulSpawn, there's worse things in life than being born a half-Elf. You could have born a Demon."
GhoulSpawn shuddered at the High Elf's words.
"But," Quaraun continued. "One can't help what you are born as. It's your parents fault, not yours. It's not like you chose ti be a half-Elf. And who am I to judge? I've been judged enough in my life to know how much it hurts to be on the receiving end of that judgement."
"Do you not like Demons?" GhoulSpawn asked.
"Demons? Why do you ask about Demons?"
"You said there was worse things in life to being born a half-Elf. You said I could have been born a Demon. You're voice was filled with contempt when you said the word Demon."
"Aye," Unicorn said, agreeing with GhoulSpawn. "It was. One would t'inks from ya tone of voice, ya hated Demons."
Quaraun looked over at ZooLock and sighed.
"No. I don't hate them," he turned back to GhoulSpawn. "I just having one raising heck in my life right now, so I'm currently annoyed with Demons, is all. I grew up with Demons, you know. Him in particular."
Quaraun tossed a thumb back over his shoulder in ZooLock's direction.
"He's in chains," GhoulSpawn said mournfully, as if he expected Quaraun would put him in chains along side of ZooLock.
"Yeah. He is. But only because he kept me in chains for thirty years. I thought he'd like a piece of his own medicine."
"If another Demon were here, would you put him in chains too?"
"No. No reason to. Not unless he gave me a reason to."
"What would be a reason too?"
"Hurt me or someone I love."
"So self defence?"
"Quaraun? Defended himself?" Unicorn laughed for a moment before finishing. "Him kind of person what would defend himself from vultures by passing out un playing dead."
"He's supposed to be the world's most powerful wizard."
"Him is, when him stop running from hims own shadow long enough to remember that."
"You describe him like he's stupid."
"Him too stupid to live. Him world's stupidest wizard. Him would has died centuries ago if not for me looking out for him. Him ain't got no brain in him head."
"That's not a very nice thing to say."
"Why not for, eh?"
"It true. Him brain was eat by Thullid years ago."
"Thullids are Demons."
"That would make him part Demon."
"Then he's not a full blooded Elf."
"I was born a full blooded Elf," Quaraun said. "I'm a Thullid now."
GhoulSpawn stared wide eyed at Quaraun.
"Are you? You don't look it."
"Jelly Thullid, not Squid. I'll never hatch out of this Elf's head, like he did out of his Elf's head." Quaraun again looked in ZooLock's direction. Then turned back to GhoulSpawn.
"You're a Thullid?" GhoulSpawn asked again.
"That means you're not an Elf then, right?"
"Aye," Unicorn answered. "Him gots Jelly in him skull instead of a brain."
GhoulSpawn said nothing more. He had not realized that Quaraun was a Thullid. He wondered what HellBorne would think of this news. He wondered too where HellBorne was and how far away he was from Black Tower just now and how could he escape this place and get back there.
"Techchally that makes me a Demon myself, now. Quaraun the Elf is dead. He's been dead for a few hundred years now. Quaraun the Thullid, lives on in his place, replicating the Elf's habits and mannerisms and living inside his hollowed out skull."
"So in a way," GhoulSpawn stated. "You're a half-Elf, half-Demon?"
"Unfortunately, yes, that would be the case. It is why my father wanted me dead. He suspected, though couldn't prove I was a half-Elf. And unlike most Thullids, I did not choose to be implanted. I wanted to be set free. I wasn't given a choice in the matter. My Jelly body was captured by ZooLock here, as was my Elf body. He forced my Jelly body inside of this poor Elf's brain. Once inside I couldn't get out. I was faced with starving to death and letting the Elf live, or eating his brain and taking full control of his body in order to stay alive. I chose to live, and so the Elf died and so now I'm a female Demon trapped in the body of a male Elf."
"You're a female?"
"A female Demon inside the body of a male Elf?"
"Is that why you dress like you do?"
"Yes. Technically I am female, so I dress female."
"But you use male pronouns."
"Yes. The Elf has a male body. Male reproductive organs. Male body parts. I'm a female with a dick. How utterly annoying. He used male pronouns when he was alive. I honor his choice in that by continuing to use male pronouns for him, even though I am myself female."
"That's very complicated."
"Yes, well, ZooLock could have put me inside a female Elf and made it less confusing for me, but what's done is done, there's no changing it now. I'm a female Demon trapped in the body of a male Elf. And nothing I can do about it. It is what it is."
"I thought Thullids could change bodies? Why don't you just find another Elf to live in?"
"I could have centuries ago, but not now."
"I was a very small Jelly, small enough to be implanted. Barely an inch across. I'm the size of an apple now, and my tentacles have grown throughout his entire body. I could leave his body, but not without destroying his body and seriously damaging my own body. It would require severing my tentacles and growing back new ones and I'm too large to implant myself into another body anyways, I would require a way to live outside of a host, and on this planet, none has yet been found."
"Didn't you say he kept you in a bowl of water? Couldn't you returned to a river or something?"
"No. The water on this planet's poison to us. The water in the bowl was from my home planet. A planet that now burns in flames. I would quickly die outside of this Elf's body. I am trapped in this Elf's body with no hope of freedom."
"There is no need to be sorry. You did nothing. It was ZooLock who took me from my ocean. ZooLock who imprisoned me in the bowl. ZooLock who implanted me in the Elf."
"And that's why you keep him in chains?"
"Is that not you doing to him the same thing he did to you?"
"He is unaware of the suffering he caused me. Unaware that I once had a family in my home under the sea. A family I'll never see again. They died centuries ago, along with the rest of the planet."
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"Doesn't that mean ZooLock saved your life?"
"He did. And he did try to let me go free. When the cultists attacked the temple. He fled to the ocean and set me lose, but the water of this planet burned me. I nearly died. He took me back out of the water and tried to ease my pain, but the damage was already done. I was dying. The water was eating my body like acid. He knew the only thing that would heal me, was to be encased in the soft, protective flesh of an Elf's brain. He implanted me into Quaraun to save my life. We were the last three. Me. My medusa and her servant. Now I'm the last one. There are no more Jellies. Only me and I'm badly damaged. Unicorn is correct. I am very stupid, but I didn't used to be. That was a side effect of being set free in this planet's ocean. I'm the Elder Brain that can control them all. Every last one of them. It's why they fear me. Why some, like ZooLock here, worship me, while others, seek my destruction. But I don't seek to control them. It's a power I have but not a desire I want. I only seek to live in peace and be left alone."
"How old are you?"
"The Jelly? Or the Elf?"
"The Elf was a baby when he was implanted. BoomFuzzy died three hundred years ago. I think that makes this body around four hundred years old. A frightening thought as Elves, though the longest lived life forms on this planet, still have very short lived lives. In our home waters, we never die. We heal ourselves indefinitely. Chop off a limb, we grow it back. Cut us in half, we become two Jellies. We can live forever. Not so here. We had no measure of time. I don't know how old I am. I was imprisoned in the bowl for centuries. And I lived in my ocean, for centuries more before. I am many thousands of years old and yet, I am still very young. It will be millenia more before I grow old, though I can not say as much for the body of this Elf. It is easily damaged and not so easily healed. It is frail, unhealthy, and very weak. He is beautiful beyond imagining, but he was born very sick and had I not been implanted in him, he would have died while still a small child. He was born dreadfully ill."
"Is that why you're so small?"
Quaraun looked down at his tiny Elf body and nodded.
"I do not know what is wrong with him. He did not grow correctly. Other Elves are so much taller. Much bigger. And so much stronger. This body lacks both the size and the strength to survive a physical confrontation with another Elf. Even the she-Elves are bigger and stronger then I am."
"Why don't you live with Demons?"
"I'm an Elf."
"You're Demon possessed."
"No I'm not."
"You're a Demon posessing an Elf's body."
"Have you seen Demons? The physical forms of most Demons are incompatible to that of an Elf. I could not live with them."
"Have you ever tried?"
"You like Demons."
"You keep bringing up Demons."
"Don't be, just tell me why you like Demons."
"I tend to sympathize with Demons more then I do Elves."
"Why is that?"
"No Demon ever hurt me. I can't say that for Elves."
"Have you had close enough encounters with Demons to warrant saying that?"
"I lived with Demons growing up."
"How did you come by that?"
"I... My father... He..."
"He was a soceror. You told me that before. Back when you were calling yourself Glinter. And you had that big orange ... Beast."
" My Gremlin?I still have it. I keep it in my pocket."
"You fit THAT in your pocket?"
"They're bigger on the inside."
"You keep it with the sheep?"
"There are no sheep," GhoulSpawn lied.
"Okay. So how did you who has no sheep stashed in you're pocket grow up with Demons?"
"I was born in a Hell Dimension. I'm not from here."
"And you're name is GhoulSpawn."
"A name your Sun Elf family gave you."
"Do you know what it means?"
"Spawn of The Ghoul."
Quaraun turned to Unicorn.
"Didn't you know The Ghoul?"
"The Ghoul? Aye. Him worked for me. Him un Gibedon both."
"This seems to be his son."
"Him were not an Elf."
"I'm a half Elf," GhoulSpawn said.
"Yes, you are," Quaraun agreed. "But neither Humans nor Elves have glowing yellow eyes, you know."
Quaraun smiled and nodded and said no more of the matter.
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane Volume 11 of 130 The Summoner of Darkness Full Chapter Index - About The Novel:
Volume 11:The Summoner of Darkness
Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.
Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.
Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.
ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.
NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.
Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.
Most pages on EelKat.com are about writing Yaoi, and thus probably is NSFW; reader discretion is advised.
Glimmer Monks wear nothing underneath their robes...
Can Unicorns conceal themselves amongst normal horses and pick them off in secret?
The Thullids Are Gathering Around The Golden Rooster
A Bag Full of Pickled Jellyfish
Back At Black Tower
The Bottomless Pit
I'm HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower, of The Castle of Blood and Death
Necromancers Don't Wear Pink
BoomFuzzy's Evil Army of Blood Thirsty Marshmallow Tutti-Frutti Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies
The Cult of The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish
The Pregnant Jellyfish and The Murdered Half-Elf
The Wrath of The Pink Necromancer
Back To Black Tower Again
The Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13
On Board The VISION-D8
Elwin Again (The End?)
Did You Know?
The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.
While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.
The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.
A staple in every story that features GhoulSpawn, is his glittering technicolour herd of sheep, that gather around him to listen as he reads Dungeon's & Dragons manuals, while sitting in a red armchair, in the middle of some field.
I own the red chair, btw, which you see me sitting in in my BookTube videos while I read. You can see it in this video here:
The 2 most common reader questions asked about GhoulSpawn are:
What the hell is it with the sheep? They don't serve any plot point and seem to be there for no reason at all. What the hell?
Does GhoulSpawn have sex with his sheep or not?
The first story to feature Gremlin as a main character was The Wild Years, published in 1987. In this story he is a member of PETA on a mission to shut down Procter & Gamble, after encountering a local sheep farm that supplies lambs for Iams dogfood. In the slaughterhouse on the farm is a conveyor belt, onto which baby lambs are herded, then dropped into a grinder where they are chopped up while still alive.
If you have a stomach strong enough to view such things, you can see BOTH the Proctor & Gamble animal by-product grinder and McDonald's hamburger making grinder in this video here, which shows it being used on baby chickens and baby cows.
(The chicken grinder shown in this video is P&G's Iams dog food processing plant and the cow grinder seen here are Mcdonald's hamburgers be made for you.)
Please be warned, this anti-war, human rights, and animal rights protest video shows EXTREMELY GRAPHIC real life footage of poachers, slaughterhouses, human trafficing, KKK attacks, beheaded ISIS victims, and children killed by landmines.
VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED!
Back to GhoulSpawn, the series' resident uber extreme animal rights activist...
This was a very real farm and a very real machine which I had seen when I was 8 years old, and was the reason I became an animal rights activist and a vegetarian. This aspect of GhoulSpawn's character, his being a vegan animal rights activist with a vendetta against P&G is based off my own life. (If you did not know, I am the founder of the real world Procter & Gamble Boycott and many of the Twighlight Manor books were written specifically for the boycott, thus why a character like The Gremlin took centre stage.)
Readers came to know that if Gremlin was in the story, so too would be references to the evils of Procter & Gamble, Iams dogfood's horrific sheep grinding machine, and mysterious disappearing sheep, along with his random ramblings against McDonald's, Burger King, and other giants in the animal abuse industry.
Unfortunately for GhoulSpawn, he's often rambling on deaf ears, as Quaraun, Unicorn, and others from the 1400s, have no way to comprehend the future atrocities being described by the time traveller. The reactions of people from the 1400s varies from thinking GhoulSpawn is a raving lunatic (thus why he is dubbed "GhoulSpawn the Crazed") to people understanding that he has seen something which has horribly upset him and feeling pity for him, but not really being able to understand exactly what he is talking about.
And then, when he can't get people to listen to him, he starts pulling sheep out of his pockets, not realizing that back in the 1400s he's surrounded by superstitious people who view magic, Wizards, and such things as evil sorcery and people practicing them as witches to be burned and destroyed. As a teenager from the 1970s, GhoulSpawn has as much trouble comprehending the 1400s mind as they have comprehending him.
As no one but GhoulSpawn can get anything out of or even see anything in his pockets, he can safely stuff sheep in his pockets and then innocently stand there while people run around like mad trying to figure out where all the sheep are disappearing to. He'll stuff another sheep in his pockets every time no one is looking and will continue to do this until the entire herd is gone/in his pockets. At which point he'll then jump back in his 1974 AMC Gremlin, fly back to the 1400s and set the sheep loose in green pastures.
GhoulSpawn has a particular affinity for Cotswold sheep, and his habit of stealing/rescuing sheep and taking them to the past, is used as an explanation for why Cotswolds were so very overpopulated in Medieval times, yet today are considered an endangered species.
Over the years it became a running gag in the series for other characters to bully and tease Gremlin claiming he had a sex fetish for sheep. However, GhoulSpawn does not have sex with his sheep and often seen deeply upset over the accusation. Because most people in the 1400s do not believe GhoulSpawn is a time traveller from the future, they say that he made up his story of rescuing sheep from "the gambler" to cover up habits of beasillity. Quaraun and Unicorn remain two of the only people to believe GhoulSpawn's story as he has taken them to the future and they have seen the things he speaks of for themselves.
The reason for GhoulSpawn's obsession with sheep, is a secret he rarely reveals and is known only to his closet friends: while the series often bills him as a half-Elf, leaving people to assume in also half-Human, is is rather instead half-Demon, specifically he is an Uruisg, which is a Scottish Sheep Demon, a man with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a Cotswold sheep.
In keeping with the actual Irish, Welsh, and Scottish folklore about Uruisg, GhoulSpawn is somewhat of a trickster and causes chaos to ensure whenever he is around. Also like the actual folklore he is a notorious thief and pickpocket, compulsively unable to control his urge to simply pick up and take every shiny object he sees.
Who Is GhoulSpawn?
This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.
Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon.
GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul".
GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.
The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.
GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.
The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.
After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.
Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.
GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.
There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.
GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.
Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence.
Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.
GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.
Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.
This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.
GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.
For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.
For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.
You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:
Did You Know: Summoner of Darkness was written on location at the real Witch Pond?
Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:
If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It: (Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)
Interview With EelKat While Walking On The Real Road To Witch Hole Pond In Bar Harbour, Maine
A Real Turtle In Witch Hole Pond:
A Bald Eagle Bathing In Witch Hole Pond:
And the swamp just before the pond...
Driving Park Loop Road Around Witch Hole Pond...
And climbing Bubble Rock Mountain overlooking Witch Hole Pond...
I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.
The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.
Phrases he yells from the truck include:
"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"
"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"
if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"
He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"
My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.
After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here: https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw
This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.
As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.
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