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| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: This year's conference is on how to avoid unwanted nuclear fusion reactions. | Caption: ...And to evaluate results...
/ 3. Alchemist: ...er...
/ 4. Alchemist:: I'mm making progress: I've already managed to turn lead into water!
/ 7. Alchemist: Gosh!
/ 5. Alchemist: ...but when the lead went "Ouch" it turned out to be a prank by his assistant.
/ 6. Alchemist: Fleep! Honk! Pretty birdies! / [[Back to the forest, where Tamlin is still reading the letter.]]
/ Tamlin: This year's conference theme: "How to prevent unwanted nuclear fusion reactions."
/ Ragnarok: Damn! / Tamlin: We can't let this happen! We must make a plan to keep these guys out of our forest!
/ Kel: Whut bat? / Kel: Hi mnea, but what?
/ Atra [[thinks]]: What probation? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060214 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Meanwhile, elsewhere, two shady individuals are hatching a plot which will undoubtedly be dastardly, fiendish, or both. | Scammer: I'll explain this one more time, Pulg. Alchemists want to turn lead into gold. So, what do they need?
/ Pulg: Gold, I'd think. / Scammer: Lead, moron! Raw materials for their experiments!
/ Pulg: Oh, yeah! / Scammer: Here's a chestful of lead. Now, we could simply sell it...
/ Pulg: So let's! / Scammer: But we can also raise the price tenfold: by melting it, adding a colour... / Scammer: ...And claiming it's enriched or enhanced lead. And to make it convincing... / Scammer: ...We'll chuck in a little pamphlet with some cockamamie theory explaining why enriched lead turns into gold more easily!
/ Pulg: Yes, but... http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060215 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The Dastardly fiends' plan is likely to collide with our heroes' cunning one. | [[The Scammer does a slow burn.]]
/ Pulg: ... if we have that theory anyway, why don't we try it ourselves? We might manage to make gold. / [[The Scammer tosses a vase at Pulg.]]
/ Scammer: I made that theory up, IDIOT! / [[Pulg sits among the wreckage of the vase.]]
/ Scammer: As soon as you've cleaned up those shards, Pulg, we'll head for the forest with that chest. / [[The Scammer leads Pulg through the forest. Pulg is carrying the large heavy chest full of lead on his back.]]
/ Scammer: No, of course I won't carry the chest myself. Did you think I could pull off my patter while panting with exhaustion? / [[Tamlin stands in front of a blackboard with a pointing stick. Kel, Ragnarok, Jake and Atra listen.]]
/ Tamlin: Rrright. Friends, this is our plan... http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060216 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Tamlin lays out the objectives and how they are going to be accomplished. Kel has some interesting things to say on the matter. | Tamlin: Our objectives are: A) to get rid of those alchemists, and B) to get some loot out of them. We will accomplish these goals as follows: / Tamlin: 1: Ragnarok, Jake, Atra and Kel will go to the edge of the forest and rob every alchemist they meet... / Tamlin: 2: I will dress up as an alchemist and tell the alchemists that have already been robbed that the convention has been canceled... / [[Tamlin speaks off-panel. Kel raises her finger.]]
/ Tamlin: Any questions? Yes, Kel? / Kel: Wxlkz blfrikzbgkcw lbllbl vrzwopxhuy lchmsttlzn dr jtvrmmmn lslchmist uediaea wiwiwi ploww px? Wfrst smp q / Kel Prfl[[Kel's speech trails off into non-phonemic gibberish.]] / Ragnarok: What's her problem?
/ Tamlin: Another one of Atra's rubbish elixirs.
/ Kel: [[incomprehensible symbols]]
/ Atra: I have another question!
/ Jake: Sigh... http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060217 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Atra also has a question, which turns out to be even less to the point than Kel's. | Tamlin: Ask away, Atra!
/ Atra: What did you mean with that "probation" line? / [[Ragnarok pushes Atra out of the way as Tamlin appears about to explode.]]
/ Tamlin: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10!
/ Ragnarok: I wish to propose an amendment to our plan.
/ Atra: ? / Tamlin: Which is?
/ Ragnarok: Atra and Kel stay here and don't get involvevd.
/ Kel: [[unintelligible]]
/ Jake: Sometimes I wish I'd stayed in the land of Gnomes. / Caption: A few days later, alchemists from far and wide arrive on the edge of the forest...
/ [[The seventh alchemist looks like Albert Einstein.]]
/ 7. Alchemist: What you should try is to create a nuclear fission reaction in which the atomic mass of the lead is lowered to that of gold. In extremely high temperatures, that is. As a nice bonus, this will cause an amount of energy to become available that is equal to the difference in mass multiplied by the square of the speed of light. You never know when that might come in handy.
/ 8. Alchemist: Mix zeolite with phosphonate and some polycarboxynate...
/ 6. Alchemist: No, sir, I would not like a fried parrot!
/ 9. Alchemist: ?
/ 10. Alchemist: What are we waiting for? Let's go into the forest! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060220 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The gang set to work cracking tough scientific nuts... until they give up their valuables! | Caption: On the way, tough scientific nuts are already being cracked...
/ 11. Alchemist: Man, that's nothing but Science Fiction!
/ 8. Alchemist: ...And those soup stains will be gone in no time!
/ 12. Alchemist: Great! / Caption: But those unsuspecting souls entering the forest...
/ [[The tenth Alchemist and his twin brother are about to walk into a trap, while Ragnarok and Tamlin watch from a bush.]] / Caption: ...Are shaken down!
/ [[The tenth Alchemist is in the trap and losing his possessions while Ragnarok holds him by the ankle.]] / Caption: Meanwhile...
/ [[Kel sits in the grass, sulking.]]
/ Kel: Grrrrr
/ Atra: Kel, I'm sorry and I'll try to cure you. / Atra: I'll need a few things... er... soap, oregano, garlic, red peppers, mandrake root, laurel, coconut... / Atra: Ve-tsin... and one more thing. Let me think...
/ Kel: [[black word balloon]] / [[Ragnarok and Jake are robbing an Alchemist.]]
/ Ragnarok: Going well, eh?
/ Jake: Haa-ack! What do you put in that pipe? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060221 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Rogues, meet Conmen. Conmen, meet Rogues. | [[Jake is smoking the pipe, which gives off a thick black smoke.]]
/ Ragnarok: Look! There's Tamlin!
/ Jake: Hey, Tamlin! How's it going? / [[Tamlin is dressed as a alchemist.]]
/ Tamlin: They're all swallowing it! What utter-
/ Jake: One moment! I see another customer! / Tamlin: Where's the loot?
/ Ragnarok: Ah! / [[Tamlin inspects a bag labeled "loot". The Scammer speaks off-panel.]]
/ Ragnarok: Unbelievable what those guys all-
/ Scammer: ... those papers are worthless!
/ Ragnarok: What's going on there? / Scammer: I'm telling you, we're conmen trying to sell bogus theories...
/ Pulg: ... and enriched lead! / Tamlin: Allow me to interrupt for a bit? / Tamlin: There are enough alchemists for all of us. If you peddle your wares at the other end of the forest, we'll leave you in peace.
/ Scammer: Good.
/ Pulg: Lovely. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060222 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Onions, brie, menthol, celery salad, curry, raw leek, ice-and-ice cold Jägermeister... | [[Atra is stirring in a very large cauldron.]]
/ Atra: Onions, brie, a bit o'menthol, celery salad, curry, raw leek...
/ Kel: [[Crossed-out word balloon]] / Atra: Some ice-and-ice-cold Jägermeister, a jug of Old Zotteghems, hem of anorak, juice of ladybug...
/ Atra: Got all those... / [[Atra speaks off-panel. Kel sits on the grass and wallows in her misery.]]
/ Atra: ... so what have I forgotten? Not the mussels... Olives? No. Mint sauce? No. / Atra: A mineral, perhaps? Iron? Wait... / [[Jake arrives with the large bag labeled "Loot".]]
/ Jake: Hey, Atra! Look at all this loot! / [[Jake drops the bag in front of Atra.]]
/ Jake: Keep an eye on it, will ya? There's gold in here! / Atra: ..........................* / Atra: Gold? No. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060223 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Just when Atra realises what she needs, two nice men show up to sell it to her. | [[Atra slaps her forehead.]]
/ Atra: Lead! That's it! But where do I get that at this time of day?
/ Kel: [[unintelligible, presumed snarky.]] / [[The scammer and Pulg appear on the scene.]]
/ Atra: too bad that all those alchemists are staying away. They could have-
/ Scammer: It must be around here...
/ Pulg: Already? / Scammer: Are you an alchemist? We have lovely enriched lead on offer. Nice colour, new theory...
/ Atra: Are you alchemists? I need lead for a magic potion! Have you got any let? Look, the girl can't talk so I have to cure her... / Atra/Scammer: ... / Atra: How much?
/ Scammer: Not ten, not nine, not eight... / Atra: I don't have time for that right now. Grab that bag o'loot, and let me get back to work.
/ Scammer: Ka-ching! / Caption: One hour's simmering later...
/ [[Atra stands behind a large cauldron of potion, which gives off a thick black smoke.]]
/ Atra: It's done! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060224 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Hefigna Hafagnagna Hunfougnon, is all. | [[Atra offers Kel the new potion to drink.]]
/ Atra: Drink this, Kel!
/ Kel: Mimimimimimimi? / [[Kel takes the bowl of potion to her mouth.]] / [[Kel breathes fire.]] / [[Kel exhales smoke.]] / Kel: Hefigna hafagnagna hunfougnon. / [[Kel leans against the chestful of lead. Atra points at Tamlin, Jake and Ragnarok.]]
/ Kel: Hley... I'm gletting bletter!
/ Atra: Just in time! There's the others! / [[Kel runs towards Tamlin, Ragnarok and Jake.]]
/ Kel: Hey, guys! I'm cured!
/ Tamlin: Great! But, er... / Tamlin: Where's the loot? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060227 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: For someone, all's well that ends well. But others are not so fortunate. | [[Tamlin rolls his eyes. Smoke drifts into the panel.]]
/ Atra: Oh! I traded it in for a chest of enriched lead. I needed it for the potion to cure Kel with. / Tamlin: I've heard enough. Where's the whiskey?
/ Ragnarok: Look on the bright side... / Ragnarok: It looks like you can turn lead into gold after all.
/ Tamlin: Bleah.
/ Kel: Sniff... what aroma of fiery warm poignancy tickleth mine senses? / [[Elsewhere, the scammer and his sidekick Pulg have crossed the path of Barnardus Pothelmus's gang.]] http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060228 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Hieronymous Bosch-inspired cover art for The Death Warrant. | {{Cover art for The Death Warrant.}}
/ [[Tamlin is in Hell with Lady Opportunitas. Opportunitas points at a gallows with a hanged man on it.]] http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060301 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: It's another pretentious foreword and dedication! | [[Tamlin, Kel, Ragnarok, Atra and Jake in the bath house, sharing two tubs.]]
/ {{The Death Warrant was written and drawn in 1993 and self-published the next year. Setting the pattern for future stories, it came with a one-page introduction (not this page, but tomorrow's comic introducing the characters) and ended with a one-page epilogue. Nevertheless, it stayed within reasonable length totaling 38 pages. / The Death Warrant solidified the main cast as Tamlin, Ragnarok, Jake, Atra and Kel, and introduced more of the world of Clwyd-Rhan. The Pillar Field, the network of semi-tolerated witches and the duchy of Dungill Fens all appeared for the first time in this story, as did the faerie Wythllew and a number of running gags that I won't spoil here. / At the time I was working on the story, I took a few courses in medieval English and Scottish literature at the University of Groningen, taught by Luuk Houwen and Alasdair MacDonald. I hung out a lot with a fellow student called Nynke Wierda who shared my fondness for coffee, cookery and procrastination. I illustrated a long paper on medieval cookery for her, and some information from that ended up in the story. To her and to messrs Houwen and MacDonald, I dedicated this new English-language web edition of The Death Warrant.}} http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060302 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: In the forests of the picturesque Kingdom of Clwyd-Rhan dwells Tamlin's gang of bandits. Like most bandit gangs, they lead a shadowy existance... | Caption: In the forests of the picturesque kingdom of Clwyd-Rhan dwells Tamlin's gang of rogues. Like most gangs, it leads a shadowy existence, but this hideout is easy to find... / Caption: Here, for example, one ca see a trail of empty jars, goblets and barrels. This trail was left by gang leader Tamlin himself... / Caption: Here, his trail crosses that of Jake the Gnome. Presumably, they met up here and started a drinking binge on the spot... / Caption: One other way to find the hideout is to use your nose. Just follow the scent of soap. / Caption: That scent comes from the witch Atra's stash. She uses the soap for her witch's brews... and, when she's feeling creative, for soup. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060303 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: This pit belongs to Ragnarok, who manages the weapons and other tools of the trade... | Caption: This pit is Ragnarok's storeroom. She manages the weaponry and other tools of the trade. / Caption: As you ca see, she takes her job seriously and keeps everything tidy. / Caption: Continuing on our way, we whAAAH!
/ < http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060306 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Will it work, Tamlin? Why not? Well, those racing goblins are mighty fast... we've measured everything exactly. | [[Tamlin and Ragnarok speak off-panel.]]
/ Ragnarok: Are you sure this will work, Tamlin?
/ Tamlin: Why wouldn't it? / Ragnarok: Those racing goblins are mighty fast.
/ Tamlin: Haven't we timed everything perfectly? / [[Tamlin speaks off-panel. Kel is up a tree, looking out.]]
/ Tamlin: Once his dust cloud appears on the horizon, we have ten seconds before he passes... / Ragnarok: What if Kel doesn't see him?
/ Tamlin: Come on! She saw him in every one of our tests. / Ragnarok: Would be nice if it worked. All racing goblins in Clwyd-Rhan work for the King...
/ Jake: He could be loaded with gold! / Ragnarok: Or valuable documents...
/ Tamlin: Maybe even a barrel of wine, if we're lucky...
/ Atra: Or the royal ~glub~ soap! / Ragnarok: He'll be here any second! Places everyone! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060307 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: And once we've done the job you will start fiddling with me, which will annoy me no end. | [[Tamlin and Ragnarok speak off-panel.]]
/ Ragnarok: Nervous? Me? ~Zn~ Why?
/ Tamlin: I know you, Ragnarok! When you're fiddling with your clothes like that, it means you're nervous! / [[Tamlin speaks off-panel.]]
/ Tamlin: ...and once we've done the job, you'll start fiddling with me, which annoys me even more. / Kel: Dust cloud on the horizon! There he is! / [[Tamlin, Ragnarok and Jake speak off-panel.]]
/ Tamlin/Ragnarok/Jake: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! / [[Tamlin pulls a rope.]]
/ Tamlin: ...and ten. HNNG! / [[A large net appears in front of the Racing Gnome.]] http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060308 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Done and dusted! I cracked his skull! He'll be out of it for at least five minutes! | [[The Racing Goblin is caught in the net and stops right in front of Tamlin's club.]] / [[Tamlin wallops the Racing Goblin with his club.]]
/ < http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060309 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Congratulations on apprehending Barnardus Pothelmus. Hang him as quickly as you can, or else he will escape and make Clwyd-Rhan unsafe again. | [[Tamlin unfolds a letter.]]
/ Tamlin: This one's from the King. "Congratulations on the arrest of Barnardus Pothelmus." / Atra: Barnardus Pothelmus! Our competitor!
/ Jake: The guy who keeps nicking our loot!
/ Tamlin: "Hang him as quickly as you can, or else he'll go back to... / Tamlin: "...making the forests of Clwyd-Rhan unsafe. I have enclosed a formal death warrant, because, as my dear father used to say, "one rogue on the gallows is worth three in the court." Greetings, his golden-crowned majesty, Groy the First." / [[In the foreground, the Racing Goblin has come to and is rubbing his sore head.]]
/ Tamlin: ...And yep! Here's the death warrant. / Tamlin: Guys, we've made a mistake. We should give that goblin his things back, so that he can- / [[The gang notice that the Racing Goblin has done a runner.]]
/ Tamlin: Well, I'll be- he's gone! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060310 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Tamlin's idea is for the gang to deliver the letters themselves! Ragnarok has an objection though. | Ragnarok: So. We've missed a great opportunity to get rid of the competition.
/ Tamlin: Yes, but wait a minute... / Tamlin: We could deliver those letters ourselves!
/ Kel: Where were they supposed to go? / Tamlin: ... / Tamlin: To the Dungil Fens Sheriff's Office.
/ Kel: Fun! I've never been there before! / Tamlin: Good... let's go.
/ Ragnarok: Yes, but wait a minute! / Tamlin: What?
/ Ragnarok: We're rogues, remember? Thieves, people who steal. If we show up at a sheriff's office, we'll be hanged ourselves!
/ Kel: That's true. / Ragnarok: ...Especially now that we've roughed up a servant of the King. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060313 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Tamlin ponders, dithers and finally falls asleep. Then, a vision appears before him. | [[Tamlin sits on a rock, brooding.]]
/ Tamlin: Hm. What do we do now? / Tamlin: If we don't go, Barnardus Pothelmus won't be hanged, but if we do, we may ourselves be-
/ Ragnarok: That's what I just said! / Tamlin: Hang... be hanged... to hang or not to hang, that's the question...
/ Ragnarok: Let's have a drink.
/ Kel: Good idea. / [[The sun sets. Tamlin still sits brooding.]]
/ Tamlin: Should we... or shouldn't we? ...tricky... / [[Tamlin falls asleep.]]
/ Tamlin: Should... shouldn't... zzzzzz / [[Lady Opportunitas, an apparition in heavy, concealing robes appears before Tamlin.]]
/ Opportunitas: Tamlin!
/ Tamlin: !! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060314 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: In which we learn that when Opportunity shows up in your forest, wailing and gnashing of teeth will soon follow. | [[Tamlin responds to the ghostly apparition.]]
/ Tamlin: Wh-who are you?
/ Opportunitas: Lady Opportunitas. / Opportunitas: I want to show you something. Take my hand. / Tamlin: ?
/ Opportunitas: Watch! / < http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060315 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Opportunity guides Tamlin's thoughts towards Barnardus Pothelmus. Also sinners get tormented. | [[In the foreground, a bird-like creature with a bathtub on its head is eating one of the Damned.]]
/ Opportunitas: Who would you most like to see here?
/ Tamlin: Er... / Tamlin: A physician?
/ Opportunitas: Guess again. / Tamlin: King Groy?
/ Opportunitas: Nope. / [[Tamlin and Opportunitas look at a giant arse crapping out Damned.]] / [[Tamlin looks at a group of Damned about to get squeezed between two millstones.]] / Tamlin: Er... / Tamlin: My competitor, Barnardus Pothelmus!
/ Opportunitas: Bingo! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060316 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Opportunity shows Tamlin a hanged man. But Tamlin wasn't born yesterday. | [[Opportunitas points at a gallows, where a man covered in a blanket is hanging.]]
/ Opportunitas: Look up there! / Opportunitas: This future is yours to shape, Tamlin! / Tamlin: You don't think I was born yesterday, do you? It could be me hanging up there! / Opportunitas: *---------* http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060317 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Opportunity has one final thing to reveal - herself! Also more sinners get tormented. | Opportunitas: Damn! You've had visions before!
/ Tamlin: I've read the odd collection or two... / Opportunitas: But about your question: I have no idea who's up there. You know what you should do? / Opportunitas: Just go ahead and if you find one person on your path who is against it, go home. / Tamlin: I might as well not bother. Ragna is against it.
/ Opportunitas: Don't listen to her! / [[Opportunitas removes her hood, revealing Ragnarok's face.]]
/ Opportunitas: I know her. She'll come around!
/ Tamlin: ! / [[Tamlin awakes from his dream.]]
/ Tamlin: Whaa! Ragnarok!
/ Ragnarok: Tamlin! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060320 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The King discusses the forthcoming hanging with his Court Poet. | Caption: The next morning, at the palace of King Groy the Gold-Thirsty...
/ [[A cart drawn by a goat has stopped on the palace drawbridge.]]
/ Driver: I've got a cargo of Goldwasser for the King...
/ Guard: Wheel tax plate checks out... you may pass. / [[Inside the palace, the King is getting briefed by his Court Poet.]]
/ Poet: Fearless, faultless, peerless sire / Ruler whom all kings admire / On us poor knaves please shine your light / Our liege, our lord, our bravest knight.
/ Groy: Yes, yes. Just tell me when Barnardus Pothelmus will be hanged. / Poet: Sire, we wait with bated breath / For schedule of that bandit's death. / But alas! Though pr'aps he's strived, / Our racing goblin's not arrived. / And with dismay, I must report / No news is to be had at court. / King: Will you please stop rhyming?
/ Poet: Sire, that is not MY crime: / I was hired by YOU to rhyme. / Poet: Oops... sorry. / [[The Racing Goblin arrives, clutching his forehead.]]
/ King: So that goblin's late again...
/ Poet: No longer need we be deprived. That fastest of men, the Racing Goblin, has arrived. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060321 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Introducing the Court Artist, a slimy piece of work if ever there was one. | [[The Racing Goblin kneels before the King.]]
/ Goblin: Sire... your humble courier was mugged by bandits!
/ Groy: Again? / Groy: This will not do! Everyone who goes through the forest gets mugged lately! / Groy: ...And just when you think you can finally celebrate the hanging of one of those ruffians, you get- but wait! / Groy: Do you remember what they looked like?
/ Goblin: Yes, Lord! / Groy: You're worth a fraction of your weight in gold! Where is the court artist? / [[The artist appears. He is an unctuous-looking young man.]]
/ Artist: You called? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060322 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Ragnarok makes a non-decision decision. | Ragnarok: Tamlin has become so sure of himself. There's no talking to him anymore!
/ Jake: I've got an idea. / Jake: He won't listen to you. For some reason he believes you don't know what you want...
/ Ragnarok: Yeah... / Jake: ...But if we consult with the wisesst people between here and Dungill Fens, they'll be able to talk him out of his plan.
/ Ragnarok: Brilliant! / Caption: The gang convene to prepare their trip...
/ Ragnarok: Last time, we didn't do a great job organising our luggage. I propose each of us just picks what they want to bring along.
/ Jake: Can't we just steal another cart? / Ragnarok: Not a chance. There aren't many carts around now that the King has introduced a wheel tax.
/ Jake: Oh yeah. / Ragnarok: Let's get to it. We will leave in, let's say, an hour?
/ Atra: Munch http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060323 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Both Ragnarok's trust in her fellow gang members and Kel's constructive laziness carry with them the seeds of their own punishment. | Caption: An hour later...
/ [[Ragnarok looks at Atra and Tamlin holding up their baggage: a case of soap and a huge barrel of ale which Tamlin carries, Obelix-style, on his back.]]
/ Ragnarok: Oh God...
/ Atra: Yes, I'm bringing soap! So what? Who knows when it'll come in handy! / [[Jake is holding up a large book.]]
/ Ragnarok: Can't you think of anything better to bring than your book about the Land of Gnomes?
/ Jake: Yes: my souvenirs! But they're too heavy! / Ragnarok: And you, Kel? Aren't you bringing anything?
/ Kel: Oh, I'm not that attached to my things... / Ragnarok: Good. You can help carry our weapons and camping gear!
/ Kel: ! / [[Kel is overloaded with useful items. Tamlin looks on, snickering.]] http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060324 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Tamlin orders a round on the house, in his own inimitable manner. | Caption: A few hours go by.
/ [[The Rogues walk over the hills. Atra is eating soap from her box. Kel is bringing up the rear, panting.]]
/ Tamlin: I'mthirstee.
/ Kel: ~Pant~ ~Wheeze~ ~Groan~ / Ragnarok: Already? You've just emptied out that barrel!
/ Tamlin: Idon'tcaaaare! I'mthirstee! / [[Ragnarok speaks off-panel.]]
/ Ragnarok: You've had more than enough! Are you keeping up, Kel?
/ Kel: Gargl... / [[Tamlin speaks off-panel.]]
/ Atra: Blub. There's an inn down the road.
/ Ragnarok: ...And you, stop eating soap! We'll need it later. / [[Tamlin cracks his axe on the bar of the inn.]]
/ TamlinL Landlord, I'll have a round on the house!
/ < http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20060327 |
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