One Year!

It’s been one great year of blogging. On april 18th of 2017, I started this blog. We were in our apartment in the Netherlands at the time, and I really wanted to do one. My first post was called: My New Blog. It had a cute hedgehog picture and a short introduction to my blog. Then I started posting pictures about our trip. My first successful attempt on writing on my blog was “Our Trip to Eftling” Which everyone liked. Huh, maybe I wasn’t that bad at writing. I tried a book report, but I didn’t do anymore because I wasn’t good at shortening down the book into a synopsis. I tried a whole bunch more things, most were okay. Then I started my “The Full Story of Our Trip” Series so I could write some more about our trip. I liked that series a lot, but I still felt I could write some fiction. Then I started doing posts about video game music, which was more for me then anyone else. In the summer, my posts were far and few between. Finally, in the fall, I started a schedule. Every wednesday. That schedule has kept up until today. I started a lego series, which was good, but took a lot of effort. Around the christmas season, I was working on a big project. That was all I was working on. Then around a few days before Christmas, I realized I was focusing TOO much on my blog. I wasn’t even thinking about Christmas and what to get people. The project was scrapped. I took a long siesta from my blog and enjoyed the holidays. Cut to mid January. Our friends and we played a game that they had invented called “Meldonia” which was a LOTR inspired world. I made character and they urged my to write about him. Tipper Turnfield was born. (Actually the name Tipper Turnfield was made in an apartment in China, but that’s a story for another day) I started writing an introduction to my character, not really a whole story, but that’s what it evolved into. It is the best thing I have wrote on my blog, and the series isn’t ending soon.

Now that was the past of my blog, here is what to come.

I am planning a whole bunch of things for my blog, most I am sure will be hit or miss, but I’d like to try some new things.

  1. Videos that maybe are informative, try to make you learn something, Game design and whatnot.
  2. Funny videos: Zelda Botw series maybe.
  3. Lego stuff!
  4. Probably some silly songs or poetry about my experiences with video games or something else.
  5. More Tipper of course!
  6. Films maybe.

Those are some of the things I consider doing, also maybe a collab with Anna. I might also make a new blog, a blog less personal that anyone can see. None of my readers will be interested in it, but I want to make a blog dedicated to well……Smash! (If you don’t know what this is you probably wouldn’t be interested in the blog I might be making.)

Also some thank you’s. Thanks to the Cummins for inspiring me to make this blog! Thanks to my Dad for making it happen! And of course, THANKS TO MY READERS! Thanks for all your positive feedback! If you have anything that you want me to put on this blog, feel free to say so. With all that said and done,



In Which I Have Brunch

I am still on the “Stuff I Missed” part, so try not to die in suspense while you are waiting for the continuation of the dragon training. Anyway, remember when I talked about the awkward brunch with Tibeon? This is it.

Tibeon ordered that we have brunch. He explained it was like elevensies, but formal.  We went to a pub, which is the closest to a restaurant you get in Castle Rolk. He came at eleven on the dot. He ordered some weird crab thingie, which you shouldn’t be able to get at a pub, but he was the Captain of the Guard, so I guess it really didn’t matter. I went for some tea. We ate in silence. Trying to break the ice, I attempted to speak, but he was staring at me so intensely that I think he was trying to bore into me with his eyes. We had a staring contest. He won. Rock, Fire, Water. He won. What could I win? He would best me at everything! Except…… I ordered two drinks. The Game was afoot. The great thing about Hobbits is that we can’t get drunk. The same is unfortunately not said for Tibeon. I had to carry him out, head first. After the brunch I started a diary. Here is a series of unfortunate entries that led to me writing all the wrong questions.

I practiced archery today and something climbed up my arrow and bit me.

It swelled up and it hurts.

Still hurts

I hit it with a fork and it popped.

Now there’s goo coming out of it.

I asked Tibeon and Naren about it. Naren said to suck it up. Tibeon said to pour lemon juice on it.

I did what he told me to. It hurt.

I asked Tibeon why it hurt and he said “Amryl Fools”

I do not want to be a fool, especially on the first of Amryl.

What hurt me? Was it a shrunken dragon?

What else breathes fire?  Naren says it is an ant.

I don’t get it. My aunts would never do a thing like that.

Tibeon says that ants are bugs and bugs are small things that live in the ground.

We have no “Bugs” in Ebaros.

It has just turned into a scab.

Crisis Averted.

I stopped writing a diary after that.


Hi! This is Ethan. Next week is the first anniversary of my blog! Thanks for being with me for a whole year. I have really enjoyed blogging and can’t wait to reach the two-year mark. Bye!


In which I am promoted. Tipper Turnfield (Part 9)

You may have forgotten that I am my own editor as well. Past me was so caught up in the dragon business that he forgot about something important. Typical me. But I can’t blame myself for forgetting to write this, finding a dragon can be traumatic. Anyway, I’m sure many of my readers are asking about work. The crew of messengers was small. There was me, two men, and another Hobbit, of shorter stature. This fellow also loathed me, probably because of the above reason. Always playing with my sword, or tying my shoelaces together, or pushing me off cliffs. (Long story, ask later) The two big people’s names were Lebagon and Frankincense. My first mission was an interesting one. The four of us were on a mission to the dwarves, to get some weapons. Tibeon apparently had a friend at the dwarven fortress, but all dwarves look the same, and I don’t like dwarves very much anyway. On this mission, the Dragon Incident happened, though past me didn’t elaborate that I wasn’t alone. I simply walked out of camp for a short walk, and the egg was right there. I didn’t tell anyone about said egg, though Vippy (The other Hobbit) complained about fog coming out of my tent. When we came back from the Dwarves fortress, Two of us were stone drunk, and me and Vippy had to carry them back to camp. After the mission was over, we voted on who would be the leader if the messengers, or the forerunner. It came to Vippy or me. We would race for the title. Vippy was called out to be a messenger for a reason. He was fast. I was losing. Looking back on it, I don’t know how I won that race.  Towards the end of the race, a burst of strength carried me over the finish line. The dragon egg was in my pocket. The dragon had probably lent me some of his strength. No wonder the egg took so long to hatch. With the title, I got the sword. It was a short sword, and had a wave design etched into the metal. “It is the sword all the forerunners get.” Tibeon explained. “Does it have a name?” I asked, awe on my face. “You name it.” Tibeon said, “each forerunner does”. The blade glowed with a ghostly light. “Phantom.” I decided. I name it Phantom.

In which I talk with an elf. Tipper Turnfield (Part 8)

Huh, apparently she did know a lot about dragons. After a while, she asked another question. “What do you want to know about dragons?” I picked a safe answer. “You’d better come to my house.” When she got to the house, she reacted a bit different then Naren. “Interesting” she said, and moved in for a closer look. “Grey, furry, foggy,- She paused- never seen anything like it!” “This will be fun!” She exclaimed. I was a bit dumbstruck. “Fun?! You think this is fun?! I have a live dragon IN MY HOUSE and you think this is fun?!” I collapsed into my easy chair, well worn past my breaking point. To make matters worse, she started laughing! “Why are you doing that?” I croaked, my voice hoarse. “Hobbits.” She replied. “The Elves need to visit some more Hobbits.” “They would cheer them up greatly, even in these dark times.” Despite the laughter in her voice, a dark tone conceived itself at the last part of her burst of merriment. “Dark times? What were you talking about in that meeting, anyway? Also, you have not stated why this will be fun.” I said, annoyed but vaguely interested. “Why is this fun, you ask?” she said, ignoring my first question. “Raising dragons is one of the Elves favorite pastimes. To train a living, intelligent creature to your fullest intent and having it bond with you is magnificent! I will gladly help you raise your dragon, if that’s what you want.” She replied. “Thanks!” I said, not wanting to lose her. “But isn’t raising dragons nasty and uncomfortable?” I said. “If you mean hard work, yes. But hard work isn’t nasty and uncomfortable at all, by my standards. “It isn’t?” I said, with my expression so downcast,  Terra burst out with laughter yet again. “It surely isn’t.” she answered, trying to suppress her giggles. “Alright then, we’ll do it.” I finally relented, knowing that it was the best thing to do. “Great! We start tomorrow!” and promptly left. Two odd visits in one day. Had to be a record. Exhausted from sitting, I fell asleep.

Thank’s for reading! If you’re wondering, No, the “Exhausted from Sitting” part is not a typo. I meant it. Bye!

In which I eavesdrop. Tipper Turnfield (Part 7)

The castle loomed over me. I knew what I had to do, and everyone in the castle knew me, but still, It was scary big. The guards greeted me, and I wandered into the castle. I meandered through the halls, stopping at different chambers to listen in on what was going inside. Nothing much, the only people in the chambers were dignitary’s from far off lands, most didn’t speak common anyway. I advanced to the council’s chamber warily. I heard hushed voices sounding through the door. I caught snatches of information, like “The enemy is moving from the north” with the sound of rustling paper. I knocked. The door opened to Tibeon, Terra, and a few stone-faced generals sitting at a table with a map of Meldonia spread across it. Dragon Island was circled in ink, which I found strange. Why would the king be interested in dragons? We already had plenty in the dragon stables. “Hi” I said. “Hello Tipper” Tibeon said. He sounded worried, maybe I’d heard something I wasn’t supposed to hear. “Sooooooo,” I started, but Tibeon interrupted me. “We were looking at maps.” He blurted. “What do you require?” he said, his expression pained. The generals were staring daggers at me. “Ummm, I want to speak with Princess Kesk, if you will.” I stuttered, and everybody looked with raised eyebrows at Terra, but seeing that she was as surprised as everyone else, they went back to glaring at me. “Alright then.” she replied, polite as ever, though still shocked. After we had left the room, she asked me the question. “What is it?” I replied with my own question. “What do you know about dragons?”

In which Naren is (Still) annoying. Tipper Turnfield (Part 6)

Well, dragons grow fast. He was now one and a half feet long and a foot high. Naren found immediate delight in him, feeding whatever she found to him. “Your going to make him fat!” I complained, but she did not reply, whether she heard or not. “He’s cute.” she said, after a while of me glaring at her. I took a second glance and had a double-take. He WAS cute. He smiled at me with his bright orange eyes and I could not resist sitting down with Naren and fawning over him. After my wits were restored, I asked Naren what to do with him. “Keep him, of course” she said, and I stared at her with my mouth open. “Keep it! It will eat my house out of my home! How will I keep it a secret!” “Hmmmmm” she replied “I don’t know” I was about to have a meltdown then and there, when Naren said “Thanks for asking me, but I don’t know about this sort of thing. You know who would?” “Who!” I said, at the edge of my seat. ” An elf. They know all sorts about dragons. But where you’ll find an elf you could trust, I don’t know.” she said, and then began feeding the dragon the rest of the contents of my pantry. “I got to go.” She said and ran off. I stood there staring after her for a minute straight, thinking besides the oh-so awkward brunch with Tibeon, that this was the strangest visit I have ever experienced.