MotW: Self-Sacrifice

  Hearing Ismene in combat, alone against innumerable alien creatures, sent Seth into a rage. All of her friends – Tommy, Tammy, and Roger – charged forward to meet the threat head-on, but the 1950s-era greaser did so without regard for his own safety. As bloated,...

MotW: Descending

  Stepping through the yawning lab door into the room beyond, the investigators tried to ready themselves for whatever horrors they would encounter next. The air in "Lab 02" was arid, almost devoid of moisture – particularly noticeable coming from the wasp-invested...

Playing with Power (HOTS Mages)

Some characters are designed to take a lot of punishment, others to support and bolster defenses. Some wade into melee with wild abandon to assassinate unprotected targets. And then there are those select few who pull at the threads of magic, weave them into a blanket...

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Conquest: the Isle of Winds

Conquest: the Isle of Winds

Standing on the bluffs which once ringed Sentinel Strand, I marveled at the immense vortex of wind which all but concealed the keep at its center. "The Wind-wall," Mattias offered, having met us at the entrance to the Strand....

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Conquest: Spiritual Weapons

While I desired to visit Sentinel Stand, home of the last living Regent and likely where Graven Ashe's daughter was being held, across the wind- and storm-swept countryside I caught sight of a tall spire, standing defiantly against the magical horrors which raged on...

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Rejoining Academia

Recently having enrolled in several online learning courses – primarily for professional development – I had a long look at my options before making a final decision about what path I'd head down. Two years ago I explored the idea of getting an MBA, but the price for...

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MotW: The Sweet Smell of Progress

Having assembled five additional reinforcements from the surface, Roger talked to them as if he were General Patton detailing the post-Normandy invasion of France. "We're going to go in, we're going to secure this base, and none of you will ever talk...

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The End of Salisburg

Spending time inside the makeshift prison cell didn't bother me – after all, it was quiet, comfortable, and had some nice art on the walls – but waking up to find myself inside it always did. Bolting upright with the slow realization that I must have lost my mind...

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