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Saturday, June 29, 2019

Wire Run - An Introduction to Starburst

Wire Run - An Introduction to Starburst

Two claps. The Widow raises her hands and the room, boisterous and filled with clatter and laughter falls to stillness. Her voice calls out, “Granddaughter! I have a task for you!”

Eyes dart nervously around, hands drop to waists.

They don’t see her coming.

Starburst takes two quick steps, and she vaults the railing. She falls completely soundlessly. She lands less so. Her heavy boots crash right through the plastic gaming table, drinks fly, tiles clatter across the stone floor. The players wisely keep their expressions to surprise or shock, and not anger. One young ork gangster almost rises, a protest on his lips.

But the fingers of her left hand trail his jawline, almost unconsciously, and his eyes roll back in his head.

She walks the room, unmindful of the staring eyes on her form. Ascends the stairs, and pushes aside the beaded curtain, curious about these strangers. These newcomers.

About what they want.

And who they are.

Tuesday, June 25, 2019

West Marches - Home

West Marches - Home

Ceridwen pushes open the heavy oaken doors. Were they ever so heavy before? The rust on the hinges squeals, and the mildewed rugs and must of rain and fungus mixes with a strange nostalgic feeling. She can almost see Petyr, he bounces ahead of her, stumbles on a wrinkle in the carpets. But he’s not there.

Behind her, Oadira, Quiz and Veles step in, taking in the grand foyer.

Age has worn this patch of manor. The section of night sky is visible through the broken roof, and beneath their feet, vine and moss have begun to creep their way up. And they have enrobed the bodies of the fallen from that fell night long ago.

Ceridwen steps on the skull of one of the butchers, there is a dry leaf-like crunch. The corpse, long since turned to bone, crumbles beneath the papery weight of its own chainmail armor. She continues to step forward, unmindful.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Poetry - Promises

Poetry - Promises

Before Iron and Coal, the bonds of humans were made in Blood, in Morrow, and Truths. Promises made beneath stars that bore witness.

Now, beneath a soot marred sky, you have forgotten PURPOSE.

Wednesday, June 5, 2019