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Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Arachne and the Wood Elves Glitterbranch' mom: Glitterbranch, I'm losing patience with this whole Drow thing. / Glitterbranch: Aw mom... / Glitterbranch' mom: Don't you 'Aw mom' me young man! She punched your sister, tried to blind you... / Dewcup: And she keeps pinching my bum! / Glitterbranch: It's temporary! / Glitterbranch' mom: My boy... You're a prince of the forest realms. Someday you'll be a king. Don't let your feelings control you... / Glitterbranch: It's working, mom! I can feel it. She's changing. All the good and purity surrounding her is starting to sink in and change her! Give her one more chance, I love her. / Arachne: Okay, which of you new acolytes of Lolth wants to be sacrificed to the demon queen of spiders? / Elf girls: Me! Oh! Oh! Me! Pick me! Pick me! Mememe!
http://yafgc.net/?id=89
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Arachne and the Wood Elves Glitterbranch' mom: We banish you to the darkness from whence you came! / Glitterbranch: I'm sorry Arachne. I... I just wanted to be with you... And show you a better way. / Arachne: Drow are evil, princey. Plain and simple. You can't change that. / [[Arachne kisses Dewcup]] / Arachne: See ya', Toots. / [[Arachne leaves Glitterbranch broken hearted and Dewcup rather surprised]]
http://yafgc.net/?id=90
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic Charlotte: Well...It took some alterations, but it looks gooood. / Charlotte: Arachne keeps some interesting things on her bookshelf- <> What's this? / <> / Charlotte: Well well well... / Arachne: Hello Charlotte. / Charlotte: Eep!
http://yafgc.net/?id=91
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic Gren: Well...Arachne's back. I just saw her in the cavern. / Bob: Oh yeah? Did she have a good time at the elf council? / Gren: I don't think so. She looked pretty mad and said she had to "take care of her friend, Charlotte." / Bob: Hmm. / Charlotte: Poke me with the pointy thing! / Arachne: No. / Charlotte: Hit me with the whip! / Arachne: No. / Charlotte: Put me on the wheelie thing! / Arachne: No. / Charlotte: AAAAARGHH!!!
http://yafgc.net/?id=92
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic Bob: Hey there, pal. You alright? You need some help? / <> / <> / <> / <> / Bob: I hate hate HATE gaseous spores! / <> / <>
http://yafgc.net/?id=93
 
a class="searchlink" href="http://yafgc.net/?id=94">http://yafgc.net/?id=94 [untranscribed - please consider transcribing this comic!]
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Bad is Relative Ms. Cataract: Hello Mrs. Gnarrl. I'm so glad you could make it. / Mrs. Gnarrl: Of course Ms. Cataract I'm always available where my children are concerned. / Ms. Cataract: I'm afraid it's about your son, Yapp. He's been exhibiting some disruptive behaviour. / Mrs. Gnarrl: Oh dear! / Ms. Cataract: It's gotten to the point where the other children are starting to imitate. It's becoming a problem. / Mrs. Gnarll: I'll talk to him. Where is he? / Ms. Cataract: He's been put in detention for good behaviour. / Yapp: Hi Ms. Cataract! I washed the blackboard for you and I'm all caught up on my homework! Hi mom! I love you!
http://yafgc.net/?id=95
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic Yapp's Mom: I'm a little disappointed in you, Yapp. / Yapp: I'm sorry mom. / Yapp's Mom: You're a Gnoll son. A big, mean, nasty cave monster, and you've got to start acting like one. / Yapp: Shut your mouth you great hag! I'm master of my own destiny and won't be subject to your tyranny! / Yapp's Mom: <> That's my boy. / Yapp: I love you, mom.
http://yafgc.net/?id=96
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic Vulg: I seek the one called Lewstrom. / Lewie: King Lewstrom VII. You have found him. / Vulg: I am Lord Vulg, bugbear leader of the goblin forces. It is said you hold power over the dead! / Lewie: Ha ha! My reputation spreads! Yes...I have such power! / Lewie: What do you need? What me to animate the corpse of your enemy to serve you in perpet- / Vulg: Nah...I fergot to water my mom's plant. / <> / Vulg: Ah cool! Thanks, Lewie! -Can I call you Lewie? / Lewie: Get away from me.
http://yafgc.net/?id=97
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Deady Bear Lewie: Nobody in this foul cave understands! None of them take me seriously! / Lewie: But they'll learn... Oh yes... It will be a hard cruel lesson... But one day soon they will understand. / Lewie: And that day I will be worshipped and obeyed! / Lewie: Jerks.
http://yafgc.net/?id=98
 
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Naughty Naughty Naughty Harpy mom: Gasp! / Harpy mom: How many times have I told you girls not to draw on the cave walls? Who is responsible for this? / [[Harpy girls point at one single harpy]] / Harpy mom: You are going to get such a spanking young lady! / [[Harpy girls all start drawing pictures on the walls. Mom desperately slaps forehead.]]
http://yafgc.net/?id=99
a class="searchlink" href="http://yafgc.net/?id=100">http://yafgc.net/?id=100 [untranscribed - please consider transcribing this comic!]
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: The Willful Widow Alphonse: Madame... / Mrs. Bloodhand: Thank you Alphonse. / Gren: You sure have a lot of admirers, Mrs. Bloodhand! How do you do it? / Mrs. Bloodhand: Marry and outlive a famous and successful orcish general dearie. / Mrs. Bloodhand: After all the looting, pillaging, robbing and bribing that came his way, we became filthy rich. These upstarts are trying to make good with the old widow to try to swindle the fortune their way. But it won't work. They'll never get their sweaty paws on my money. / Gren: Why don't you put a stop to it? / Mrs. Bloodhand: Are you kidding? You'd be amazed what that kind of greed will make some guys do! Hi boys! / Orc suitors: Hello Mrs. Bloodhand!
http://yafgc.net/?id=101
a class="searchlink" href="http://yafgc.net/?strip_id=102">http://yafgc.net/?strip_id=102 [untranscribed - please consider transcribing this comic!]
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Flashback Mrs. B.: Oh it goes back to the glory days of the orc empire, before the last raid and before the bugbear occupation began. / Gren: I remember. / Mrs. B.: My husband, the general, was second only to the warchief. / Mrs. B.: We lived in a powerful fortress lair in the north cavern, not too far from the seat of power. / Mrs. B. A raid on a nearby baron's manor estate had gone extremely well... But my husband returned in a foul mood! / Mrs. B.: Seems the baron knew the warchief was a gambling man and had cleverly engaged in a few rounds of 'dice' on the way back to the caverns... / Baron Grayfort: So this is my home away from home, eh? It'll suffice. / Mrs. B.: Gasp!
http://yafgc.net/?id=103
 
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Mrs.Bloodhand helps out. Mrs. B.: Our houseguest was exceedingly cheerful, polite, good looking... / Baron Grayfort: Goood morning, madam Bloodhand! / Mrs. B.: Really quite shocking! / Mrs. B.: Irritated by this and angered by the baron's chivalrous behaviour towards me, the general, forbidden to harm the baron, made him watch while the other prisoners were abused. / Mrs. B.: Knowing I was the only one the general would heed, the baron begged me to make it stop. That was easy enough. / Mrs. B.: The baron was... Let's say... Grateful.
http://yafgc.net/?id=104
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Mrs.Bloodhand's secret affair. Mrs. B.: I don't know what magic spell the baron had over me, but I went to great lengths over the next few weeks to earn his 'gratitude'! / Mrs. B.: With the general in war council with the warchief all day and the kids at combat school, the baron was able to "thank" me sometimes twice or three times a day! If they ever found out who freed the prisoners they'd have been within their rights to have me killed. / Mrs. B.: The general naturally assumed that the child was his. And I made no attempt to correct him. After all... / I'd long ago helped the baron escape. And for all our sakes it was best that the whole event be forgotten.
http://yafgc.net/?id=105
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Glon. Mrs. B.: I thank the fates that the general was on campaign the night the baby was born. It was clear the child was no pure orc. With a flattened, snoutless face and a pale pinkish pallor... / Mrs. B.: I called him Glon, an old orcish word for 'Beautiful gem', for I could not believe such a beautiful creature could come from my body. My midwife and I knew I couldn't keep him. / Mrs. B.: A message was sent to the baron, explaining how Glon, as a threat to the orcish line of power, would be put to death, and that his only chance at survival was with the humans! / Mrs. B.: The baron met my midwife at an appointed secret location, where, she told me, "He set loving eyes on his son and vowed to treat him with great favour and love." / Baron Grayfort: Oh yecch. Ugly little toad, isn't he?
http://yafgc.net/?id=106
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Meanwhile, in a nearby barony. Mrs. B.: We told the general his son died at childbirth... A common enough occurance, which he accepted. / Villager: Make way! The baron's son returns! / Mrs. B.: Oh, Glon may not be quite as pretty as the fullblood humans, but with his noble heritage and his father's love, I'm sure he's a valued, powerful member of society. A fine warrior. / Mrs. B.: And I live in hope that one day Glon will come to the caverns to find out more about his orcish heritage and I will see him again... And on that day he will inherit his orcish fortune! Whatever happens, however I'm proud of my Glon. / Smitharm: Glon! Glon! / Smitharm: Glon! You lazy sot! Get off your ass, the baron's son is back and you've got to get his horse! / Glon: What - ever...
http://yafgc.net/?id=107
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: The Life of Glon. Lucas Grayfort: Are you alright, lad? You don't look well. / Glon: I'm naturally pale, your excellency. Just my complexion. / Lucas: What did I hear the blacksmith call you? Clod? / Glon: Glon. And before you ask, no, I don't know where it comes from. / Lucas: Well that's good... Wouldn't want the baron's son's horse left with a boy named Clod, would we? Ha ha ha ha ha ha / [[Glon looks angry but keeps his mouth shut]] / Glon: Every freakin' day, dad. Same questions, same joke, then he gives me a copper to get a bath 'cause he thinks I smell like horse. He's so stup- / Smitharm: Respect son. He's the baron's son. And you do smell like horse.
http://yafgc.net/?id=108
 
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: An innocent night out with the guys. Friend: Hey Glon! Work's done, let's go drinkin' an' wenchin'! / Glon: Hey dad! I'm going out with the guys! / Smitharm: Is all your work done!? / Glon: Yes, dad! / Smitharm: Don't get into any trouble... / Glon: Aw c'mon, dad! This is a sleepy little medieval town! What trouble could three spirited young men get into? / Glon: - in a tavern of all places! / Smitharm: I suppose you're right. Don't be out all night.
http://yafgc.net/?id=109
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Horse Scents. Glon: Oh that guy really burns me up. Someday I'm gonna' give him what's comin' to him. / Friend1: Careful, Glon! Talk like that can get you in trouble! / Friend2: And he's right. You do smell a bit like horse. / Glon: I do NOT smell like horse! / Annabel: Okay, that's three ales and a bucket of hay for whoever brought the horse. / Friend2: Thank you Annabel.
http://yafgc.net/?id=110
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Glon Spurned. Glon: Ahem... Um... Er... Annabel? Um... / Glon: There's this... Um... Fair coming up... And I... There's a sort of ... Ball that evening. And... I thought maybe... You could go with... Well. With me. / Annabel thinks: With you? Hah! I gotta set my goals higher than a stable hand to get anywhere in this world, horse-boy! / Annabel: That's sweet... But I'm working that night. / Glon thinks: Spurn Glon Smitharm. Will you, wench? I don't think so! Mwahahaha! / Glon: Yeah... Sure. Okay.
http://yafgc.net/?id=111
Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic :: Re-PORK-cussions Tani: Say, Glon... I've always wondered, why do you have pointy ears? / Glon: Well... Dad doesn't talk about it, but I think my mom was an elf. / Tani: Oh, I doubt that. Your complexion is sicky greenish, not foresty. And elves have sharp features... Your nose is broad and puggy, like my uncles pigs. / Lucas: Hahaha! Looks like Tani has figured out your secret, Clod! Your mother is one of farmer John's pigs! / [[Glon smashes Lucas' face with his beer-tankard.]]
http://yafgc.net/?id=112
a class="searchlink" href="http://yafgc.net/?id=114">http://yafgc.net/?id=114 [untranscribed - please consider transcribing this comic!]
 
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