Skrie sneaked down the stairs and skirted the wall behind some crates, looking for Filice. She didn’t see her, but caught Dayne’s eye as he tended to the bar. The two stepped back into a kitchen storage room. “A half-elf woman and young boy brought food to our room,” said Skrie. “Someone laced it with … Continue reading Chasing Shadows
When they got settled into the suite, Malusk made sure the door was locked, then sat the party around the room’s small table. The big half-orc was visibly anxious and even a bit embarrassed, to Skrie's reckoning. His big hands were wrapped around a large tankard of dark ale as he locked eyes with each … Continue reading Malusk’s Confession
The following day, the group had a hot breakfast, cleaned out their temporary shelter, gathered their gear, and headed to the village. “You survived!” said Jorund, running up to the group. “After a fashion,” said Skrie. “I’m afraid the cultists weren’t kind to the village.” “Ye again,” said Sheriff Varla, approaching the growing knot of … Continue reading Return To Suncall
(C) 2022, JJ Shaun I spent January working on the novel I wrote for National Novel Writing Month back in November. I finished my first read-through on Monday. Now, I’ll look at it again and add more detail where it feels thin. I’ll also look at the feedback from my Alpha Readers. However, I’ve already … Continue reading Working On My Novel
I had a rant all written up about the attack on the hobby I use as a writing vehicle. After thinking about it and reading more from people who are more informed than I am about the legal aspects of Big Business Evil GuyTM (BBEG) trying to dump on the independent creators, I decided to … Continue reading I Wrote a Novel … Now What?
Approaching the door carefully, Skrie peered inside the dark entry room. The cleric slipped into a corner, letting her eyes adjust to the dim glow from the doorway. She knew the human cultists were just as night-blind as she, so she figured shadows were safe spots. Hiding in a darkened corner of the entry, Skrie … Continue reading Into the Ruin
Skrie and Theren inspected the items the party recovered from the tower while Malusk and Garrick slept. They sorted everything into two groups, items embedded with magic and mundane objects. Placing the everyday things in a sack, the pair turned their attention to identifying those imbued with magic. They smelled all the vials, even the … Continue reading Return to Nemeademore
Malusk shook Skrie awake. Seeing Garrick huddled in front of the fire brought her out of her nightmare and into full wakefulness. “I ran as fast as I could to find the villagers,” Garrick said, his voice strained, “but I was too late. I found Mayze and several of the hunters dead, along with two … Continue reading Garrick’s Tale
Observing the nearly empty village from their hilltop viewpoint, the group timed the movements of the few guards they saw, planning their approach to the large tower. As they watched, the mist-shrouded form exited the building, trailed by a guard. They headed toward the ruins. Several dozen heartbeats later, the High Priest and his guard … Continue reading Recovering the Relics
I spent the month of November writing a novel. That’s right, I participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), and this year, I won! To win, I needed to write 50,000 words in November. I am among thousands who “win” every year. The goal is not to be the first or the best; the goal … Continue reading I Did A Thing
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