It was the steed of a dead god. Cel had always been told as much, but seeing the Abysswalker up close for the first time made it undeniable. Even though it wasn't a horse or any other beast of burden. Within seconds of seeing the large hump of it's back, covered with metallic feathers that... Continue Reading →
Drafts – “The Tome”
Elise was mid-joke when the flaming bolt raged out of the dark. She and Gwin were in a temple ruin underground, so you had to expect that sort of thing, but the townsfolk had hired them to investigate increased seismic activity, not to fight-- "Wizards?" "I fucking hate wizards," Gwin said. He was still covering... Continue Reading →
There’s a Video Game Controller Out There, on That Roof
Disclaimer: I don't want to write about what's going on right now, because it's all anyone is talking about. As an American, I find it so difficult to watch the news that I can only take it in 5-minute bursts at the end and beginning of the day. So, if you were hoping for my... Continue Reading →
Drafts – Gwin, the Red Markison
The other wayfarers were eyeing Gwin, all of them shameless about it. Not just because he was the only Avian waiting in the mayor's antechamber, but because he was a Red Markison. There were over a hundred races of Avian across the world, with far more visual distinctions than human races. Dramatic differences in crests,... Continue Reading →
Drafts – The Steelskins
Musa almost walked into them. Coming out of Lucky's, pulling his coat tight against the cloud-dimmed afternoon, he didn't notice the steelskins until there were six of them, in varying degrees of contrapposto. Only one of them eyed Musa--a stern look through a dented visor, promising there were no answers to be had here. The... Continue Reading →
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