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Jem's Shop With Dahdew Jem is an artist. Dahdew is a craftsman. Together we create unique products. Dahdew here. I'll have Jem write her own when she gets time. For NASA I created gels.

From 2006-2022 I was a prosthetist. Through my innovative approach to prosthesis I was able to land contracts with NASA and the US Navy. For the navy I created skins for robots that monitor water pressure on a humanoid body. More recently I've had children and started to use the skill sets I picked up professionally for my daughter's entertainment. Here I'll share works created primarily for my ow

n kids and significant other that others might also find interesting, amusing, or useful. The goal of this page is to spread love and creativity.

12/27/2025

The Patina Plated Paladin

Along the countryside, where hills embrace sky,
Tota watched a distant figure wander by.
An elderly woman among the vivid wilds
Musing over nature's beguiles

Her mule startled and kicked with such force,
Her cart leapt forth on a dangerous course.
It rolled downhill and toward a lake with frightening speed
At the end of the path stepped a man amongst the reed

Tota The Brave went quick to lend aid,
The knight readied in tarnished armor, unafraid.
Tota laughed at such a sight so near,
But heard the King's voice "have no fear."

White hair and balding, clad in patina tinged with rust,
he spoke of damsels, beasts, and his sword's mighty thrust.
The patinaed paladin, with ideas dancing in his head,
Drew his blade for this quest against dread.

Tota formed a bubble to ease the woman's distress
As the hero's blade rent the carriage a mess
All the world saw there was a rickety old wagon.
But in the knight's eyes, "there be a dragon."

The cart, smashed to pieces, and the old lady was free,
the wrinkled warrior knelt, to praise beauty's mystery.
He gave her a rare flower with a gentle kiss,
And stood to leave. "for more quests are amiss."

He spoke of evils and enemies that he must abate,
The old crone giggled, she felt a youthful state.
She wished him well, and he then departed,
Tota joined to muse upon the great hearted.

The corroded crusader confessed, the king was he,
But adventures must be kept secret by royal decree.
In guise of fool, he roamed the lands far and wide,
To touch the hearts of many from the countryside.

Tota danced, his laughter filled the air,
He assured the king this secret's not to share.
Together then, they roamed through field and glen,
Their tales of kindness echoing far and again.

Here's to old men, young gnomes, and the trials they embrace,
For in every act of compassion there is a triumph of grace.
May generations hence look for deeds to inspire,
To seek adventure, and lift the fallen higher.

12/27/2025

Warrior Lullaby

In the realm where fairies dance and play,
Queen Maia of the fairies could not stay.
To Burd Ellen's side, she flew with haste,
For urgent news, there was no time to waste.

"Dear Burd Ellen," Maia began with a sigh,
"For the chaos caused, I must apologize.
Rebellious sprites, under The Elf King's command,
Disrupted peace throughout your father's land."

Queen Maia's eyes, like sapphires, shone with care,
As she warned of a plot, twisted and unfair.
"King Arawn and The Witch Queen conspire at night,
To bring forth revenge, and challenge Childe's light."

With a gentle hand, Maia bestowed a ring,
A token of power, from the fairy king.
"To summon us forth, in your hour of need,
King Cornelius and I shall come with great speed."

She taught Burd Ellen songs of old days,
Ancient lullabies, woven in protective ways.
Their melodies strong, their words clear,
To shield her kingdom from all that they fear.

"Rest now Ellen, and let worries cease,
With these songs, you'll maintain peace.
And should danger come from land or sea,
This ring shall bring our aid to thee."

With a bow of her head, Queen Maia took flight,
Leaving young Ellen under the moon's soft light.
The queen of fairies, her promise would keep,
Assured by the vow, the young maiden did sleep.

Burd Ellen woke to a tale untold,
Of an enemy fierce and a knight bold.
Tota, with eyes like embers bright,
Spoke of a brother's perilous fight.

“Childe Rowland battles wing and claw,
Against a griffin from Elfland’s maw.”
“Come" Says Tota "with voice so fair,
Sing a lullaby to still the air.”

Childe Rowland’s sword, a radiant sun,
Struck at the beast, the battle begun.
Tota threw potions both new and old.
Vibrantly hued clouds when they explode.

The lads fought hard, and they were courageous.
Opposing their foe, undaunted and dangerous.
Yet none could halt its fearsome rage,
'Til young maiden’s song did beast engage.

The griffin paused, its heart beguiled,
By Burd Ellen’s tune, sweet and mild.
Tota's potions now trapped the beast in a bubble.
And Rowland's sword sends it back to Elfland on the double.

Childe Rowland, with gratitude deep,
Thanked his sister, "sorry about the sleep."
“But your song has tamed the wildest foe,
And brought peace to our lands below.”

Sir Rowland was brave but it was Tota who was wise.
Burd Ellen, damsel no more, now warrior of lullabies.
For in the realm where fairies dance and play,
Fair Ellen's melody still echoes to this very day.

12/01/2025

Garden Trolls

In the village as evening drapes in moonlight
Tota, gleefully, tiptoed through the night.
His red cap bounced as if detached.
It danced among shadows, mischief dispatched.

The villagers slept, their dreams aloft,
Worries and chores fade in beds so soft.
Tota, kindhearted, with nimble hands,
Completed their tasks as time demands.

He milked the cows, and stacked the firewood,
Swept the floors clean, and churned the butter good.
His work was so quick it swirled in the dark,
But as the villagers slumbered, nightmares embark.

As fate interrupts a new foe unseen,
And Tota’s path leads where dangers convene.
For lurking nearby, disguised as a man,
Mr. Miacca, a troll with a terrible plan.

Dreadful Miacca’s eyes burned with hunger
His sack thrown wide with the skill of a munger.
He snatched Tota swiftly, "I gotcha my boy!"
He chuckled, “Tonight, you’ll be my feast, oh joy.”

Through lunar laced forest, they hurried away,
Tota’s mind raced, his thoughts in disarray.
Mr. Miacca’s cottage loomed in the glade,
A place where secrets and shadows stayed.

Inside, a charred cauldron bubbled and steamed,
The aroma twisted Tota’s nose while a kettle screamed.
Mrs. Miacca, troll-wife with eyes like coal,
Greeted them both with a wicked grin’s scroll.

“Welcome, little morsel,” she hissed with delight,
“Mr. Miacca grows angry and fierce with appetite.
We feast on boy meat, tender and sweet,
Stewed in a pot, I'll start with your feet!”

Tota stood tall, well, as tall as he could,
His resolve unwavering, he did as he would.
“I am Tota,” he said, “a gnome of the glen,
And your husband’s stew won’t see my end.”

Mr. Miacca returned, herbs clutched in his hand,
His eyes narrowed, assessing the gnome’s stand.
“Enough chatter” he growled, club raised high,
“Human or not, you’ll make a fine meat pie!”

But Tota was swift, his pocket concealed,
A vial of starlight, its magic revealed.
He uncorked a flash, a solar flare,
Mr. Miacca froze, caught in its glare.

The troll turned to stone, and Mrs. Miacca too,
Their hunger forgotten, their ferocity through.
Tota beamed wide, for it was time to play,
He carried them both over village square way.

There they stood, statues of myth and might,
Mr. and Mrs. Miacca, trolls frozen by starlight.
The villagers awoke, their laughter unbound,
For gnome and troll had turned their world around.

And so, in dawn’s blush the children played.
And sang, and cheered, around the statues displayed.
The village adorned with stone trolls so grand,
Thanks to Tota’s courage and magic’s command.

If you wander the glade when the moon is high,
Listen closely, you’ll hear laughter in the sky.
For gnomes in tales spun anew,
Dance forever in skies made blue.

07/24/2025

Starry Knight

In his chamber where enchantments flow,
Merlin summons Tota for another go.
"Brave Tota," he whispered, "another quest remains,
To seek Childe Rowland, in Elfland's domains."

Merlin implored "To aid Childe Rowland, you must depart,
For Burd Ellen's plight weighs heavy on the heart."
Tota stood tall, his resolve like steel,
"I'll find the knight, and to fate, we'll appeal."

Through the gloaming mist, where time is lost,
Tota journeyed on, no matter the cost.
He found Childe Rowland, with sword in hand,
Guarding the borders of the elfin land.

"Childe Rowland," called Tota "your help I seek,
To free our princess, for her future is bleak."
Rowland hails “For the king and princess, I wield my blade.
With noble gnome in battles fierce, undaunted, and unswayed.”

Together they ventured, where the dark ferns grow,
To the Elven King's castle, shrouded in woe.
The princess cried out, from a tower of stone,
Her voice carrying far, in a haunting tone.

Childe Rowland drew his blade, with a warrior's grace,
As Tota carved runes of power, around that haunted place.
"Open door! Open, and let us in!"
Chanted Rowland, as the walls grew thin.

Inside the tower, with courage they tread,
Through halls of crystal, filled with dread.
Tota's magic lit their path so dim,
Guiding Childe Rowland to his sister grim.

Burd Ellen sat, her gaze long and hollow,
In the Elf King's spell, her heart did wallow.
King Arawn roared, his crown askew.
And all around the chamber a darkness grew.

Tota's eyes glimmered as he etched secrets in rhyme,
His gnome-sized hands tracing constellations in time.
He whispered to Childe Rowland, "Fear not this fight,
For your sword shall blaze with starfire's light."

Tota, with eyes aglow, whispered ancient runes,
His words weaving spells, from ancient tunes.
He touched the blade, its steel hummed with light,
Infusing it with a cosmic celestial might.

Childe Rowland's sword once mere mortal steel,
Now gleamed like the sun, a force to make foes kneel.
The Elf King's gaze, upon that blade did wane,
For Tota's enchantment had forged a new pain.

And so they clashed, sword against sorcery,
The Elfin King and Sir Rowland, in a dance of treachery.
Tota watched, the silent architect of their fate,
His heart turned to Burd Ellen, for her need was great.

He mixed a potion brewed from the light of stars,
And runes that spoke of ancient wars,
Tota broke the spell, the enchantment undone,
Burd Ellen awoke, like the rise of the sun.

King Arawn roared, his fury unleashed
From his staff the shadows increased.
Childe Rowland crashed, steel against spell,
But Arawn was mighty, to a knee Rowland fell.

Childe Rowland rose, his resolve unswayed,
His sword erupted, his bravery displayed.
The daylight spread, the darkness retreated,
And King Arawn's hate was now defeated.

They cheered and reveled, triumphant and free,
Tota, Childe Rowland, and Burd Ellen; all three.
Back through the gates, and into Middle-Earth,
They emerged proud, proving their worth.

Another cheer for Tota, the gnome so bold,
Whose heart was brave, whose magic was gold.
In the tales of knights, his name will be found,
For in the face of darkness, he stood his ground.

07/18/2025

Dances With Fairies

Near the church where children play,
Burd Ellen danced until the close of day.
Orange signals dusk; the children head in,
Save for Burd Ellen, distracted by fairy kin.

In a flash, Tota appeared, distraught and with a warning,
"If you go with fairies, there you'll stay till morning."
But young Ellen's ears could hardly hear to care,
And off she wandered, in the daze of a beautiful snare.

She danced in the fairy ring, light as a petal's sway,
Until exhaustion took its toll, and there she lay.
In the twilight, she dreamed of a tower dark and tall,
Where spectral colors glimmered along the crystal wall.

Light fought shadows in a shimmering dance,
The enchantment held Ellen in a deep trance.
So lost was she in the fairy light,
She missed her rescuers’ valiant fight.

Awake in a land far from her own,
She saw her brother and Tota the gnome.
“Oh, Childe Rowland,” cried Ellen in fear,
“Hush,” said Rowland, “Tota’s magic is near.”

In a flash, they returned to Middle-Earth,
All three happy, full of joy and mirth.
Ellen spoke of her wondrous dream,
Rowland shared a tale of a darker scheme.

Here’s to dreams, where mysteries under the sun,
Are woven by night, then by dawn undone.
And to heroes, bold and unseen,
Who light up the world from spaces between.

07/17/2025

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Music, layout, physics, graphics, powers, text, etc. made to your order.

If you want to play the example game DM me and I'll send you the file. It must be emulated or flashdrived, if you don't know what that means include that in your DM and I'll help you out.

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07/17/2025

Giant Clouds

In the kingdom's heart, where banners fly tall,
The king's voice echoed through the great hall.
"A giant looms large, over village and field,
To Tota the Brave, this beast must yield."

With a nod and a smile, Tota stuffed in his pack,
Potions and runes, and never looked back.
Through the whispering woods and the hills he roamed,
To the village in peril, his courage ready and homed.

The giant was ferocious, his steps quaked ground,
His roars of displeasure were a thunderous sound.
But Tota, undaunted, with magic in his eye,
Whispered in the wind, "It's time for you to fly."

He chanted the words, from an ancient rhyme,
And the skies responded, in little time.
Clouds gathered 'round, at Tota's command,
A fluffy white prison, soft yet grand.

The giant, confused, stepped into the snare,
His feet sank in clouds, he started floating in air.
Tota danced around, a silly jig of great mirth,
"Your stay is over, you'll leave Middle-Earth!"

The villagers cheered, their fears now allayed,
For the gnome had saved them, his bravery displayed.
The giant, now trapped, was taken away,
To a kingdom in the clouds, to fairies, for play.

Tota returned, to the king's wide-eyed stare,
"The giant is in the sky, light as air!"
The king laughed aloud, "Only you could achieve
Such a wondrous feat, I can hardly believe!"

So here's to Tota, the gnome of the hour,
Whose magic and wit, displayed his true power.
For every giant, no matter how tall,
Can be overcome, by the smallest of all.

Tota The BraveIn a glen cloaked in emerald hues,Where whispers tell of ancient news,Lived Tota, a gnome, in quiet deligh...
07/15/2025

Tota The Brave

In a glen cloaked in emerald hues,
Where whispers tell of ancient news,
Lived Tota, a gnome, in quiet delight,
Amongst the ferns and bough broken light.

Tota the Brave, they'd soon call his name,
For he left his forest seeking fortune and fame.
With a heart full of dreams, and potions bright,
He ventured forth into the vastness of night.

He met with knights, with swords that gleamed,
Humans so tall, like towers they seemed.
"Take me along, on quests far and wide,
I'll show you magic" Tota beamed with pride.

Through valleys they rode, over mountains steep,
Tota's enchantments made the journey less bleak.
With a wave of his hand, and a chant beyond soft,
He'd turn rocks to clouds, and lift giants aloft.

The knights grew fond of their comrade so small,
Whose courage shone larger than any and all.
Together they battled, faced dragons so fierce,
With Tota's spells, their scales they'd pierce.

In battles and feasts, his legend did grow,
The gnome who left home with a mystical glow.
Tota the Brave, with his new band of friends,
Proved size matters not, when you pursue noble ends.

So here's to Tota, whose tale we now sing,
A gnome of great valor, and the joy he does bring.
For in every heart, there's a call to roam,
And find the adventure that leads us back home.

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