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.

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.

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.

Life - Differences in our Lives

Life - Differences in our Lives

"How differently we live our lives." She said to me.

Letters - 15 / 15 Dear People Who Hate Me

Letters - 15 / 15 Dear People Who Hate Me

Dear people who hate me,

Hate all you want, but I will still defend those who need it, and I have no scruples about hitting you over and over when you least expect it.

Watch your back, Honor is reserved for those who have earned the right.

Me

Letters - 14 / 15 Dear Partner

Dear Partner,

This is a letter, sealed from this moment, perhaps this is who I am now, and not who I will be when we meet one day tomorrow. I have no partner at present, I am seemingly walking this strange line again of being a diligent artist, a faithful worker, and a very confused, adrift soul.

Letters - 13 / 15 Dear Ex Best Friend

Letters - 13 / 15 Dear Ex Best Friend

Dear ex-best friend,

I have never explained out loud why we had our falling out. But I know keenly why.

It is because you disavowed our friendship in order to find social position. I remember it exactly. Because there was someone else, a peer, you wished to impress. So you callously threw years of our friendship away. For someone who was white. For someone who was interesting, and advantaged. For someone you admired, instead of someone you already enjoyed the trust of...me.