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THURSDAY'S FEATURE --> Ethereal Legacies

Ozoneocean at 12:12AM, Aug. 19, 2010

Una, the Valkyrie, is sent to earth to walk among humans and dire beasts, wingless and alone on a mission from Odin the Allfather to atone for failing in her duties to carry up the fallen heroes from the battlefield to Valhalla. Ethereal Legacies will put you strongly in mind of world of warcaft, but it's many times better! This is a full on sexy fantasy fighting comic, complete with beasts, battles, breasts, and attractively armoured battle-maidens. The elf sisters Bianka and Gatan being prime examples. You really should be listening to the Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin on endless repeat while reading this!

Ethereal Legacies is full colour with impressively rendered digital art. By Largominus2004, rated M! WARNING! There is some nudity. Mainly lots of boobs! Don't look if you're offended by that.
Read Ethereal Legacies, rated M!

And don't forget Skoolmunkee's last news post! Lots of important stuff in there, including Subcultured's send off:

Subcultured (aka Jess Calcaben) one of our very oldest, long time DD mods and author of many fine comics here (including Dreams in Synergy) has finally decided to hang up his boots and retire from his modding duties. Life moves on and Sub has moved with it. He's a professional nurse and he's finding that other things take up more of his time now.
For years and years Sub has done a marvellous job modding for the forums here, AND making great comics. He's always been a much valued DD member, and indeed, he was one of the very first, way back in 2003!

Sub will continue as a great DD member of course! And everyone should visit his Dreams in Synergy comic, and even buy a version in print. It's excellent!
I also wrote something, but it was pretty much what Oz said only worse! So instead I wrote this for sub:
On a hot and dusty day, halfway between somewhere and somewhere else, I passed by the saloon. Out on its own, abandoned, but it was shade when the sun was highest. I found a shed round the back to hitch Heddy out of the sun, but no water nor nothing else.

I stepped inside the tiny one-room place and saw the man at the table. He legged out a battered chair for me, which was enough of a hello for my dry throat. The only unbroken glass in the place was the man's whisky bottle, which I could see only held enough for two swallows. He slid the bottle over to me and I took one of them. He tried to make me take the other too, but I ain't that kind of person. That old bar smelled like nothing at all, just hot and dry and it hurt to breathe it. But the whiskey smelled fine, and it tasted all right.

He was set back in his chair like he'd been there a long time. No horse and no road outside, but I wasn't going to ask. I set back too. There wasn't nothing to say, but when I asked what I could call him he said “subcultured” which was a little too curious for questions. It was hotter inside than out, but we both set there in the dozy dim, letting time pass and catching bits of that whiskey scent from the empty bottle.

When the sun moved it was time for me to be on my way.

That man didn't stir when I stood, but he nodded when I reached for the whiskey bottle. It was right nice of him to let me take the only thing in that place that was anything. I don't know if that old middle-of-nowhere room is still there, and if he's still in it if so, but I still have that bottle. It doesn't smell no more, but I remember it.

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