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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Promising Recruits (01)
1st of Zephyr, 1075 AE A beautiful new day rose over the smooth waters of the Clashing Seas, tempered as they were between the Island nation of Istan and the rocky shores of Kourna. Spearmarshal Kormir stood at the docks of the Island of Shehkah, where the newest...
Contrasting Management
While working for a media distribution company in San Francisco, I had the unique opportunity to interview applicants who were hoping to be my new boss. It wasn’t a process I had been a part of before or since, and while at the time I learned a great deal, recently...
Introducing “The Sunspears”
Four years ago I wrote about plans I once had to convert Arenanet's Guild Wars: Nightfall video game into a stirring Dungeons and Dragons campaign, where players could explore a setting inspired by northern Africa, rather than the well-trod faux Medieval Europe of...
Old Haunts
It’s almost hard to believe that Beaver Lake used to be a nice area for commuters and families to live, grow old, and retire, free from the radioactive ash and almost universal lawlessness that would later come to define it. “Glow City” formed in the wake of Redmond’s...
Moonshine (Run Idea)
Alright chummers, looks like you’re about ready to take a step out of the streets and into a deeper ocean. I’m told you’ve done well for yourself so far, but your training wheels have just come off—take some time to get used to the new landscape before you let your...
The Bottom Line
“Ms. Silverleaf,” the studious-looking woman sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Brehan,” the serious-faced halfling interrupted. Her leather armour squeaked as she adjusted in the too-large chair, throwing a leg over the armrest. “My name is...
