#andu

[thewayfarersinn]

[cartoonishwhimsy]

On the table in an elven ranger’s treehouse lies a messy piece of parchment. Maybe words to an unfinished ballad, or the beginnings of a daring fable, or a letter to a cherished friend. But regardless it bears the marks and doodles of many loving hands and the ink smudges that show fondness and a persistence to find the right words to share a meaningful message...

This is my entry into the Tavern Talk Art Competition! I created this account specifically to post this - I don't usually post online but I really wanted to show my appreciation for this amazing game and the incredible people who created it! So I created this acrostic poem!

I love Tavern Talk game so much and highly recommend for anyone who enjoys cosy, story based video games with very loveable characters. I wanted to say a hug thank you to everyone who worked on this game and put so much time and energy into creating such a wonderful and heartfelt experience!

There is a transcript below in case the words aren't visible enough :)

The Wayfarer’s Inn stands atop a hill overlooking Zenyth – a cosy beacon attracting adventurers like a single star in a vacant night sky guiding you home.

All are welcome here, beckoned by kind eyes that shine with mystery and warmth, and ensure a bit of entropy.

Venture inside, if it is open, to find a place that smells faintly of salty ocean air and fresh ingredients from far off places – that speaks of many whispers and echoes of past adventures held in trinkets and trophies and sentimental scratch marks – that always seems to look and feel the same as you remember.

Every innkeeper, traveller or draconic familiar in this inn speaks in the voice of our universe’s song to tell fate’s story – you have worth and importance beyond your wildest imaginations.

Reflecting upon and listening to all the musings and tales spoken here reveals the truth of wisdom’s origin – it is sewn into the corners of the lives and lessons of all of us: We all have much to teach each other.

Never will you be ostracised or alienated no matter how different you feel, as within these walls lies the beauty of being known, accepted and loved – of feeling seen in the stories of the heroes and regulars who find comfort here, and a reprieve from life’s stresses.

Though the wings of night may tear, the serpent’s domain may overflow, and the ones who endlessly slumber may stir, your cup will always be full and you will never have to find courage alone.

A place to run towards replaces a past to run from – a place as warm as  a hot chocolate hug.

Life is a never-ending chain of adventures that guarantees change as surely as the endless dawning of the moons, so come inside and face the awe and fear because as certain as change heralds mourning, it promises celebration too.

Keep your name, but pull up a stool – accept fate’s cup with an open heart and you will find company in new and dear friends, and quests beyond your wildest dreams.

[chaoticanela]

Soooo... This is my version of Innkeep - MC from Tavern Talk. Very loosely inspired by canon look from upcoming Tavern Talk Stories: Dreamwalker, but "loosely" is a key word, guess (and my normal art-style is different, lol).

[mystic-imaginations]

Petting Andu

my entry for the art contest from @thewayfarersinn

a moving illustration of fable and Melli petting our favorite little leviathan Andu in the cozy wayfarers inn

made in clipstudio paint pro

[midglingsart]

Tavern Talk is SO GOOD!!! AAAAAAAAAA If you haven't played this game yet, I can't recommend it enough!

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

© Andu Artist

多年前我得到的結論是，幾乎所有犯罪都是因為對美感表達的慾望壓抑所造成的。

I came to the conclusion many years ago that almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for æsthetic expression. 

─ Evelyn Waugh (1903-1966) 伊夫林·沃/ 英國小說家、傳記及旅行書寫作家，也是一名多產的記者和書評人。

[neoboha]

By Andu

[vacuiartifice-blog]

Come along, My Friend

"I will always love you How I do Let go of a prayer for you Just a sweet word The Table is prepared for you" - Frank Ocean's "Godspeed" from the album blond

I did not do the laundry today your new dress has been dragged to the center of the bedroom Little slept upon it when she finally tired of chasing her brother I'll tell you about it later I worry about telling you about it And if the clouds are gray I did not find a job today there sits an empty bottle of my medication on my desk, next to a candy wrapper I decided I wanted the same tattoo as you The one we promised each other The one we spoke out loud for all to hear Please I would imprint you onto my soul if I could I would print money if I could I can do more I will clean my desk I thought of you today every day, without regret, or hesitation, with an earnest fleeting grace "Just a sweet word" I do We chose to brand our love beneath the flesh instead of on top You are my sunshine my only sunshine I saw you in my dreams I see you in my dreams I dreamt of you From that first night I've been chasing the sun Godspeed I chase the sun And if you see my reflection In the rain And if the clouds are gray Please Come along, my friend Even the night is blessed by the light of the sun Even mountains can crumble to the sea Just as long as you stand, stand by me You told me one day my lungs will be pink again Next month is Christmas I will find a way to make it a memorable one for you You always have for me You got my grandfather's guitar back And I have you What more could I want Icarus could have stretched upon the moon Could have danced beside the memory Could have sung under the light Could have started a religion and preached to the stars Icarus could have could have "The Table is prepared for you" Israel sung that somewhere Way up high Bluebirds fly I saw you there You came true And the dream that you dare to And I think it's gonna be a long, long time Why, oh why can't I? Three weeks now and I already breath better So I will capture you a trophy I will fly amongst the stars and pluck you a gift with ribbon and string And I think it's gonna be a long, long time But I can do better And I will, you know But when we do And I think it's gonna be a long, long time When we look upon the light of the golden hour Stand by me Hand in mine Come along, my friend Godspeed