Writing - Elvish Aging Story

Writing - Elvish Aging Story - by What-even-is-thiss

Wait a minute, if elves take hundred years to grow up that has some weird implications.

So... if we say a human comes of age in fantasy worlds at 16, that means it takes an elf 6.26 years to age one human year. If we say the age of maturity is 18 that's 5.55 years.

So then... okay with people that live a long time have to see their human friends die and probably see them like pets yeah that's been explored to death. But what about a human just seeing their friend not grow up?

Despair - Drown

Despair - Drown

On this empty point out on the edge of the ocean, beneath a starless sky, I have scrawled the words "I have come here to drown" in the sand, and watched the tide wash the letters away.

Thoughts - 10 Years to Today

Thoughts - 10 Years to Today

I won't be sharing a picture of myself from 10 years ago.

Internet - Desert Bus 2019

Internet - Desert Bus 2019

Been almost 12 hours now since the end of Desert Bus. We raised $864 753 this year, an absolutely record-shattering amount. It has been a WILD 6 days.

Desert Bus benefits children around the world in hospitals. A key part of treatment is quality of life. Taking what for many children is a profoundly terrifying experience, and trying to give them a slice of normalcy. Even Canadian hospitals are on the list (Calgary Children's, Vancouver Children's, The Stollery to give a few indications.)

Quotes - Suffering

Quotes - Suffering

Sometimes, people are mad at you because you are not suffering in the way that they expected you to.

West Marches - Ceridwen's Epilogue

West Marches - Ceridwen's Epilogue

Ceridwen sits on the Throne of Black Brambles Eternal, around her, the dead souls of the Tirondian army, the lost, and the wretched. Slowly, over time, she begins to raise her wild demon armies, waging her shadow war against The Prince of Change. In time, she prevails, The Lodge is Restored, and she sits alone staring at the space between stars, singing a strange song that carries on the wind and through the deepest recesses of the earth.

And she dreams... of her glimmering phoenix friend, her ranger friend, and tales of the Whiskey Riders.

West Marches - Price

West Marches - Price

Revenge. Hate. Pain. Vengeance. Rage. Chaos. Destroy.

The words urge her on. Whirling round and round her head.

Kill him.

Kill HIM.

Cacophonous, and constant. But something has hardened in her. Moons before this, the strangeness of the Lodge made even her stalwart heart tremble. The unknown whispers, the songs and stories. The allure of forbidden mysteries had always been there, but it had been tempered by a healthy preservational instinct.

Now, that instinct had turned to something bleaker.