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I Roved Out in Search of Truth & Love #2
I Roved Out in Search of Truth & Love #2
I Roved Out in Search of Truth and Love is a high fantasy erotic comic about a couple of lazy elves trying to get out of an epic quest. The story revolves around Cinderella, an extremely friendly, happily-drifting adventurer, and her best friend Maeryll, a semi-retired assassin with refined tastes. The first book was Kickstarted last year, and now the sequel is ready to go with 360+ new pages of weird, warm, wandering high fantasy!
In Tome Two, Cinder and Maeryll have finally been wrangled into their quest and they hit the road - only to be immediately shipwrecked, distracted, lost, and stuck trying to cross a vast uncharted forest with a strange one-legged being called the Oyster. Meanwhile, Maeryll's long-lost love, Naga, is desperately tracking an Elven witch known as The Hammer, who has plunged the Land in chaos.
My goal with this project was to create a porno where sex drove the story and vice versa. Because sex is basically ridiculous, the work fairly drips with humour, but it's sincere, and friendly, with an ever-expanding cast of diverse characters who are just trying to get on in a vast, mysterious world. In terms of both tone and content, I Roved Out lands somewhere between Oglaf and Dark Souls. Maybe more Dark Souls as the plot thickens...
In Tome Two, Cinder and Maeryll have finally been wrangled into their quest and they hit the road - only to be immediately shipwrecked, distracted, lost, and stuck trying to cross a vast uncharted forest with a strange one-legged being called the Oyster. Meanwhile, Maeryll's long-lost love, Naga, is desperately tracking an Elven witch known as The Hammer, who has plunged the Land in chaos.
My goal with this project was to create a porno where sex drove the story and vice versa. Because sex is basically ridiculous, the work fairly drips with humour, but it's sincere, and friendly, with an ever-expanding cast of diverse characters who are just trying to get on in a vast, mysterious world. In terms of both tone and content, I Roved Out lands somewhere between Oglaf and Dark Souls. Maybe more Dark Souls as the plot thickens...
327 pages, ebook
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May 2, 2020
"Ahhh, this is the life!"
"Stop saying that."
No matter the travails, it seems the ever-lively Cinder and her erstwhile companion, Maeryll, will always find time to marry their quizzical bickering with their eternal lust. In the meantime, the lady elves make their way toward The Tower at the Edge of Battle. First, they must trundle through murky swamps and desiccated forestland and survive being stranded on an island and subsequently being haunted by dark premonitions left and right.
I ROVED OUT #2 filters in the background noise that makes Cinder and Maeryll's journey so dang perilous. The wizards and cosmics plotting to dethrone the gods? They quarrel like out-of-work college professors. The snow elf actively inciting regional conflicts while also plotting to destabilize the corrupt nobles who empower her? She's a woman on a mission, if occasionally distracted by intercourse with her machine lover. The muscled plainswalker in need of a vacation? Well, we're not quite sure what's going on with her. Apparently, Naga's keeping herself busy with all sorts of near-death experiences.
This volume isn't quite as clear-cut as the previous. True to form, the book's side characters are full of oddball melodrama and sexy idiosyncrasies. And while there's an obvious progression of the central narrative, the invocation of several splinter plots often makes the story difficult to follow. For example, the mystical vorpal blade hammer and cloak forged from the moondrop is complete, but it's still not exactly clear why Aedmund, a cosmic slowly losing his mind, even wants to apply such a weapon against the gods. Prophesying the end of the world is all well and good as a fantasy plot point, but if there's no evidence of why such madness is even necessary, then it's all a bunch of kitschy nonsense.
Such is the way of adventure comics. The irrelevant and wayward have a tendency to lock horns with the dutiful and the deliberate. The most pressing example of which is the volume's 100-page side story involving the sacrilegious Swamp Hag — hilariously reviled by kin of the land as "venom-drinking, poison-blooded, newt-skinned, mud-hoofed, pit-minded [. .] foul of air and grisly-haired [. .] Glaucous! Varicose! Yet wise." The witch with the lazy eye and multicolored hair is rather kind of nice (if exceedingly lonely) and suffers Cinder and Maeryll's company to ply the idiot elves for the opportunity to heal a once-dying fabric of the forest.
The Swamp Hag is a fun and weird little character, but the whole task of justly righting old wrongs (i.e., Cinder butt-smashing a frog prince) feels unnecessary and superfluous. I ROVED OUT #2 traffics heavily in the inarticulate fantasy-speak that makes many such journeys equally loathed and admired. A story shouldn't require so many pages to milk a few bitter words from a slovenly satyr deity or the formless shadow lords of the deep — non-answers to questions with increasingly isolated consequences. Sure, the book's author dabbles in foreshadowing here and there (a curiously powerful wizard named Trinity appears in one of Maeryll's orgasmic visions; the famed Cloak possesses the abilities of a snow elf; the recurring mention of regal titles and the protagonists' possible ties to elvish royalty), but these instances are few and far between and constitute very little sense altogether.
But it's not all side stories. Or, at least, not all side stories of middling logic. Readers finally catch wind of how Maeryll met and fell in lust for Naga (an amusing case of right place, right time). And the introduction of a third main character, Oyster, a half-dead woman with an amputated leg, bolsters the book's humor and peculiarity tenfold. When Oyster first appears, she cannot speak. But as her character comes into form, she develops short words, fragmented sentences, and eventually purposeful phrases. It's a nifty character detail in an otherwise long and frantic fantasy tale.
I ROVED OUT #2 is another wily bit of adventure and bears all the hallmarks of the middle chapters of an ongoing novel. That is, the volume asks far more questions than it does make an effort to provide answers.
"Stop saying that."
No matter the travails, it seems the ever-lively Cinder and her erstwhile companion, Maeryll, will always find time to marry their quizzical bickering with their eternal lust. In the meantime, the lady elves make their way toward The Tower at the Edge of Battle. First, they must trundle through murky swamps and desiccated forestland and survive being stranded on an island and subsequently being haunted by dark premonitions left and right.
I ROVED OUT #2 filters in the background noise that makes Cinder and Maeryll's journey so dang perilous. The wizards and cosmics plotting to dethrone the gods? They quarrel like out-of-work college professors. The snow elf actively inciting regional conflicts while also plotting to destabilize the corrupt nobles who empower her? She's a woman on a mission, if occasionally distracted by intercourse with her machine lover. The muscled plainswalker in need of a vacation? Well, we're not quite sure what's going on with her. Apparently, Naga's keeping herself busy with all sorts of near-death experiences.
This volume isn't quite as clear-cut as the previous. True to form, the book's side characters are full of oddball melodrama and sexy idiosyncrasies. And while there's an obvious progression of the central narrative, the invocation of several splinter plots often makes the story difficult to follow. For example, the mystical vorpal blade hammer and cloak forged from the moondrop is complete, but it's still not exactly clear why Aedmund, a cosmic slowly losing his mind, even wants to apply such a weapon against the gods. Prophesying the end of the world is all well and good as a fantasy plot point, but if there's no evidence of why such madness is even necessary, then it's all a bunch of kitschy nonsense.
Such is the way of adventure comics. The irrelevant and wayward have a tendency to lock horns with the dutiful and the deliberate. The most pressing example of which is the volume's 100-page side story involving the sacrilegious Swamp Hag — hilariously reviled by kin of the land as "venom-drinking, poison-blooded, newt-skinned, mud-hoofed, pit-minded [. .] foul of air and grisly-haired [. .] Glaucous! Varicose! Yet wise." The witch with the lazy eye and multicolored hair is rather kind of nice (if exceedingly lonely) and suffers Cinder and Maeryll's company to ply the idiot elves for the opportunity to heal a once-dying fabric of the forest.
The Swamp Hag is a fun and weird little character, but the whole task of justly righting old wrongs (i.e., Cinder butt-smashing a frog prince) feels unnecessary and superfluous. I ROVED OUT #2 traffics heavily in the inarticulate fantasy-speak that makes many such journeys equally loathed and admired. A story shouldn't require so many pages to milk a few bitter words from a slovenly satyr deity or the formless shadow lords of the deep — non-answers to questions with increasingly isolated consequences. Sure, the book's author dabbles in foreshadowing here and there (a curiously powerful wizard named Trinity appears in one of Maeryll's orgasmic visions; the famed Cloak possesses the abilities of a snow elf; the recurring mention of regal titles and the protagonists' possible ties to elvish royalty), but these instances are few and far between and constitute very little sense altogether.
But it's not all side stories. Or, at least, not all side stories of middling logic. Readers finally catch wind of how Maeryll met and fell in lust for Naga (an amusing case of right place, right time). And the introduction of a third main character, Oyster, a half-dead woman with an amputated leg, bolsters the book's humor and peculiarity tenfold. When Oyster first appears, she cannot speak. But as her character comes into form, she develops short words, fragmented sentences, and eventually purposeful phrases. It's a nifty character detail in an otherwise long and frantic fantasy tale.
I ROVED OUT #2 is another wily bit of adventure and bears all the hallmarks of the middle chapters of an ongoing novel. That is, the volume asks far more questions than it does make an effort to provide answers.
February 27, 2020
In fairness, read Tome One of I Roved Out in Search of Truth & Love before this one.
The tales of a world where a girl roves out with more than just sluttin' it up in the woods on her mind continue. New players bubble up to the surface, while others take a back seat in this fantasy porn comic, in what I consider a bit of interim and exposition for the story. It's the thick of it, so less driving than the Tome One, yet it still tugs the reader along. Instead of devouring the pages, one chews on them. The Oyster, the Swamp Hag, hot-bodied druids, a reckoning for death-by-ass, stir up the mix, with our gal Cinder and "Sliver" being wrenched closer to what feels like destiny.
Favorite new phrase: Overbreasted. I felt that in the mammaries in what can only be described as pure understanding.
Once again, a warning to anyone curious about the work of Alexis Flower. It is for the openminded, the tenacious, the sluts, and the restless of the worlds. There is fantastic, erotic, and smutty everything in its pages, drawn by a hand that understands real bodies in a way seldom seen in most comics. It's more than skin and body fluids, though. It's a story unfolding while life is busy living.
The tales of a world where a girl roves out with more than just sluttin' it up in the woods on her mind continue. New players bubble up to the surface, while others take a back seat in this fantasy porn comic, in what I consider a bit of interim and exposition for the story. It's the thick of it, so less driving than the Tome One, yet it still tugs the reader along. Instead of devouring the pages, one chews on them. The Oyster, the Swamp Hag, hot-bodied druids, a reckoning for death-by-ass, stir up the mix, with our gal Cinder and "Sliver" being wrenched closer to what feels like destiny.
Favorite new phrase: Overbreasted. I felt that in the mammaries in what can only be described as pure understanding.
Once again, a warning to anyone curious about the work of Alexis Flower. It is for the openminded, the tenacious, the sluts, and the restless of the worlds. There is fantastic, erotic, and smutty everything in its pages, drawn by a hand that understands real bodies in a way seldom seen in most comics. It's more than skin and body fluids, though. It's a story unfolding while life is busy living.
November 16, 2023
I actually read this as it was originally coming out on the author/artist's page, but forgot to write a review when it wrapped up. Then the tablet I was using to read webcomics died and I didn't get to read Tome 3 as it was coming out. With a new tablet in hand, I decided to reread the second book to refresh my memory. Glad I did, as I enjoyed it more upon second reading.
As I mentioned in my review of the first book (was I on Goodreads then?), this is straight-up porn. Very graphic porn. If you're not comfortable with that, you're not going to want to read this book. If it doesn't bother you, give it a go.
This is one of the better Fantasy comics I've read. It's got humor, and darkness, and wild creativity. It's very fantastical, which certainly isn't the case with a lot of Fantasy I've read. There's a wide cast of characters who are interesting and unique. Our two leads and their wandering journey is compelling. It's all good stuff. And the art is gorgeous. Sometimes also hideous, but always gorgeous.
If you read the Tome One and liked it, check out Tome Two. And of course, if you read it on the website, it's cheap as free, so there's that, too.
Darn it, but I'd love to get this series in hardback, but I think that train has sailed.
As I mentioned in my review of the first book (was I on Goodreads then?), this is straight-up porn. Very graphic porn. If you're not comfortable with that, you're not going to want to read this book. If it doesn't bother you, give it a go.
This is one of the better Fantasy comics I've read. It's got humor, and darkness, and wild creativity. It's very fantastical, which certainly isn't the case with a lot of Fantasy I've read. There's a wide cast of characters who are interesting and unique. Our two leads and their wandering journey is compelling. It's all good stuff. And the art is gorgeous. Sometimes also hideous, but always gorgeous.
If you read the Tome One and liked it, check out Tome Two. And of course, if you read it on the website, it's cheap as free, so there's that, too.
Darn it, but I'd love to get this series in hardback, but I think that train has sailed.
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