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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Mutual Interests (Character Concept)
Do not call Brehan a "thief"—to her, thieves are brutish thugs skulking about in the night, hunting for baubles and bangles that will buy them another flagon of mead, another night in the brothel, another day off the streets. Directionless and guileless, they are as...
Determining the Value of an IT Contract
As a Business Development Manager for a large, nation-wide IT firm, a large part of my job is to analyze the data and metrics we have about service operations and help tweak our policies and procedures to ensure we are performing both up to client expectations and in...
Listen to your Support
Because to a large degree I find the general Heroes of the Storm player base to be toxic, I have team text chat turned off and never join team voice channels. This means I am limited in my methods of communication with teammates during a match, and also that I have to...
Holding Her Breath
She couldn’t remember when she first became aware of her own consciousness. Had it been a gradual building of impulses and thoughts, or did sapience erupt all at once like lightning from a bottle? However it came about, one of her first realizations was that time was...
Of All Stripes
“So, let me get this straight—that man over there, the one with tufts of fur sewn onto his stupid hat to resemble ears, the one merrily conversing in the common tongue and drinking a pint, is your magical familiar?” “Worry not, this sort of misunderstanding happens...
The Hammer Fall
Temples have never been erected in Hoar’s name. Shrines to his honor do not dot the countryside. The prayers that reach him are curses, hate-filled epithets wishing pain and affliction on others. Hoar is the god of violent retribution, and even those who wish for his...
