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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Conquest: the River’s Edge
The first group we encountered upon arriving at Lethian's Crossing were some very irate Earthshakers, well-versed in who I was and why they not to be cordial. Put bluntly, diplomacy failed and both sides drew their blades. It seems my arrival was not only...
MotW: Drinks at My Place
Debating their next plan of action, the party stood in the parking lot of "Big B's Bone Machine", the thumping bassline and drums of its canned music reverberating through the pavement. Ismene suggested returning to Doctor Long's, as his vast library may contain...
01:44
Funneled by the glass and concrete monstrosities that defined the city's skyline, a chill wind whipped past the lithe elf secluded in a shallow alcove nearly thirty stories above the busy streets below, snapping at her short leather jacket. The electronic countdown's...
Conquest: On the Road
Leaving the Court behind us, Verse and Balik were quieter than normal, without any of the usual banter that would punctuate our journeys. While I assumed his silence was due to my telling Tunon that Graven Ashe failed in his duties to take the valley, I...
MotW: Handlebars
Retiring to Dr. Long's estate, their unofficial new home of operations, with Ismene's production studio having gone up in flames, the investigators took stock of their predicament. Whatever possessions they kept at the studio had been lost -- meaning all of Seth's...
The Last Supper (Run Idea)
This one could get ugly chummers, in more ways than usual. Obviously there's been a large movement for ghoul independence/recognition recently, and that makes what I'm about to offer difficult. FEaST is an underground club – both in the metaphoric and literal sense –...
