Poetic Musings
Thank you for taking this literary journey with me! Here I post personal thoughts on social issues, reflections about day-to-day living, and of course a healthy amount of stories inspired by the many games I’ve played over the years. I try to update several times a week, and genuinely appreciate the care and support of all who read these words, whether the post is fanciful or heartfelt.
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A WWII Guide to Self-Care
Content Warning: This story includes references to the horrors of the Holocaust, several generations removed. It also includes descriptions of medical gore and of self-harm which may not be suitable for all audiences.
Conquest: Elder Teeth
Our march down craggy and uneven trail into the valley below was often sidetracked by Earthshakers and Beastmen arguing about the nature of the strange purple crystals that protruded from almost every surface. The Earthshakers had forced their way into the valley and...
Conquest: Aurora Oldwalls
Cloudless days traveling under the incessant sun of the Stone Sea did little to improve our mood as we made our way to the great northwestern Spire. By the time we reached the entrance to the oldwalls, our lips cracked and bleeding from the heat and dust, none of us...
Legendary 55Hp Monks
One of the reasons I'm not generally a fan of board games is that I get too highly invested in the outcome (read: competitive). I'm less competitive with video games—I routinely play with people who are better than I could ever be—but still I loathe dying and tend to...
Conquest: A Bloody Tribe
The Beastmen had lain traps on the path to their camp – surprisingly ingenious ones, at that. Cleverly-hidden, well-made, and certainly catastrophic for any who ran across them, it spoke volume about the intelligence of the local tribe. As we hiked up the trail a...
Concerted Madness
In previous entries about creating characters I've talked at length about the need for character quirks to not define the character. Someone who "has a limp" or "only opens doors with their left hand" as a primary characteristic doesn't usually make for a compelling...
