• This week’s comic udate!

    This week’s comic udate!

    (Source: rolt-comic)

  • PUPPY!!!

    PUPPY!!!

    (Source: rolt-comic)

  • "You spin me right round baby right round…"
-How Cain starts his day, by Jorry, WHO IS AT MY FUCKING HOUSE RIGHT NOW OMFG

    "You spin me right round baby right round…"

    -How Cain starts his day, by Jorry, WHO IS AT MY FUCKING HOUSE RIGHT NOW OMFG

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Team Moose will also be hovering around the Webcomic Underdogs tables handing out flyers and candy, so if you’re going to ECCC this year come say hi! 
-Elizabeth (Winnow), Jorry (Jen), and Em (Eve).
WOOOO!

    Our banner ad is live at Webcomic Underdogs!

    http://webcomicunderdogs.com/

    Team Moose will also be hovering around the Webcomic Underdogs tables handing out flyers and candy, so if you’re going to ECCC this year come say hi! 

    -Elizabeth (Winnow), Jorry (Jen), and Em (Eve).

    WOOOO!

  • EMERALD CITY COMIC CON FLYERS ARE GO!

    Just sent them off to the printer’s and Jen, Eve, and Winnow are all hard at work on their cosplays! See you there!

    -ROLT

  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    Oh…wait, two hours!?

    *two hours later Cain and Jen look up at her treehouse*

    Goodness…wait, there’s no ladder… how do you get up there?

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    "My rope ladder."

    After giving Cain a quick sideways glance, Jen points up.

    "It’s up there. Remember, you came here to help me get back into my house?"

    Oh, I…right.

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    All that walking must have addled my brain.

    Well, in any case, I think I know how to get you up there….

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  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    An open invitation, then? I’d like that. I could use the exercise.

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    So…how far into the woods do you actually live?

    "Wiiiide open," she exclaimed, hopping over a pothole. "Woo I got a walkn buddy."

    Jen jogs ahead and hops on a rock, holding her hand up like a visor.

    "Preeeetty far. It takes over two hours to walk to the castle, about an hour and a half to port."

    She looks over her shoulder, smiling.

    "It’s… nice though. I paint better with the forest ambiance."

    Oh…wait, two hours!?

    *two hours later Cain and Jen look up at her treehouse*

    Goodness…wait, there’s no ladder… how do you get up there?

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    "My rope ladder."

    After giving Cain a quick sideways glance, Jen points up.

    "It’s up there. Remember, you came here to help me get back into my house?"

    Oh, I…right.

    All that walking must have addled my brain.

    Well, in any case, I think I know how to get you up there….

  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    An open invitation, then? I’d like that. I could use the exercise.

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    So…how far into the woods do you actually live?

    "Wiiiide open," she exclaimed, hopping over a pothole. "Woo I got a walkn buddy."

    Jen jogs ahead and hops on a rock, holding her hand up like a visor.

    "Preeeetty far. It takes over two hours to walk to the castle, about an hour and a half to port."

    She looks over her shoulder, smiling.

    "It’s… nice though. I paint better with the forest ambiance."

    Oh…wait, two hours!?

    *two hours later Cain and Jen look up at her treehouse*

    Goodness…wait, there’s no ladder… how do you get up there?

  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

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    I’d be happy to. We’ll have breakfast and be on our way.

    (AFTER A HEARTY BREAKFAST)

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    Jen and Cain stroll along the path that leads to her fort.

    "By the time we get there I’ll be ready for LUNCH. Woo!"

    She pats her stomach.

    "Burning all the carbs today. Good day too, weather’s nice."

    So it is, so it is.

    You know, I don’t believe I’ve been to your home before?

    "Hmmm." She thinks for a moment. "Nope."

    "Not like you ever had reason to wander into the middle of the woods, find a random tree fort and for kicks and giggles knock on the door. You don’t really seem to leave your castle much in general?"

    She asks, treading lightly.

    Not as much as I’d like, no. I stay where I am needed. To be honest I am happy to have an opportunity to go on a long walk with some company. 

    He looks up and smiles.

    I don’t spend enough time in these woods.

    "Company is always nice. Especially on loooong walks. I usually end up talking to myself."

    She sees a stone on the path and begins lightly kicking it as she walks.

    "I go walking almost everyday, aside from being my primary mode of transportation. I wouldn’t mind the company if you ever wanted to come."

    An open invitation, then? I’d like that. I could use the exercise.

    So…how far into the woods do you actually live?

  • dasvanthefirstyearnecromancer asked: * he walks in while wearing a hard hat and dragging a large chitin axe * He looks at the rotting heart and says " soooooooooo mind if I cut down some trees I need to make an apology for Jen " He looks at Cain " do you want me to clean up the heart ?"

    If you would.

  • poke-pie asked: "Yep, this should be the place. I hope I don't screw up." She knocks on the door.

    "Come in!"

  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

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    I’d be happy to. We’ll have breakfast and be on our way.

    (AFTER A HEARTY BREAKFAST)

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    Jen and Cain stroll along the path that leads to her fort.

    "By the time we get there I’ll be ready for LUNCH. Woo!"

    She pats her stomach.

    "Burning all the carbs today. Good day too, weather’s nice."

    So it is, so it is.

    You know, I don’t believe I’ve been to your home before?

    "Hmmm." She thinks for a moment. "Nope."

    "Not like you ever had reason to wander into the middle of the woods, find a random tree fort and for kicks and giggles knock on the door. You don’t really seem to leave your castle much in general?"

    She asks, treading lightly.

    Not as much as I’d like, no. I stay where I am needed. To be honest I am happy to have an opportunity to go on a long walk with some company. 

    He looks up and smiles.

    I don’t spend enough time in these woods.

  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

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    I’d be happy to. We’ll have breakfast and be on our way.

    (AFTER A HEARTY BREAKFAST)

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    Jen and Cain stroll along the path that leads to her fort.

    "By the time we get there I’ll be ready for LUNCH. Woo!"

    She pats her stomach.

    "Burning all the carbs today. Good day too, weather’s nice."

    So it is, so it is.

    You know, I don’t believe I’ve been to your home before?

  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    Oh boy.

    Stories that begin with Dasvan usually end in a mess. What happened?

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    "Dude tell me about it."

    Jen sips her coffee, shaking her head.

    "After he gave me this sob story of having nowhere to sleep I was like okay you can stay the night, I’ll sleep on the lawn chair on the roof. He LOCKED THE WINDOW then proceeded to steal my mattress. And then when I told him I couldn’t get down he tied a rope to a dead bird and threw it at my tree. It just… flopped on the ground."

    Jen slumps against the counter, pouting. 

    "And then he left."

    ….

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    …for fuck’s sake, Dasvan.

    Well, what would you like to do? I can send Found after your mattress or you can barter for a new one. I am almost inclined to urge the latter. Lord knows what Dasvan may have done to it. Even if he gave it to a friend, all his friends are dead.

    It’s not going to be smelling so nice, I’ll promise you that.

    "I know."

    She pouts as she sips her coffee.

    "That mattress was really comfy too. And it smelled like Hazelnut. I mean I can dump another can of Hazelnut coffee on the new one…"

    Jen slumps and slides down to the floor.

    "I guess I’ll just be sleeping on the lawn chair for awhile. I mean if I can even get back up there. The rope snapped when I was climbing down and I tumbled over the railing. The rope ladder is still on the porch."

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    Jen looks up.

    "I need help getting back up to my house. Can you help me please?"

    I’d be happy to. We’ll have breakfast and be on our way.

  • jen-of-rolt:

    kingcainmartin:

    Oh boy.

    Stories that begin with Dasvan usually end in a mess. What happened?

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    "Dude tell me about it."

    Jen sips her coffee, shaking her head.

    "After he gave me this sob story of having nowhere to sleep I was like okay you can stay the night, I’ll sleep on the lawn chair on the roof. He LOCKED THE WINDOW then proceeded to steal my mattress. And then when I told him I couldn’t get down he tied a rope to a dead bird and threw it at my tree. It just… flopped on the ground."

    Jen slumps against the counter, pouting. 

    "And then he left."

    ….

    …for fuck’s sake, Dasvan.

    Well, what would you like to do? I can send Found after your mattress or you can barter for a new one. I am almost inclined to urge the latter. Lord knows what Dasvan may have done to it. Even if he gave it to a friend, all his friends are dead.

    It’s not going to be smelling so nice, I’ll promise you that.