“I wish ye wouldn’t do that,” said Malusk when Skrie sat at the table with the fighter and the mage at the First Place Inn. “Aww, did you miss me, Big Guy?” asked the halfling, grinning at her half-orc friend, reaching for a piece of bacon from the thresher in front of him. “Ye know … Continue reading Afterthoughts
“You can’t fool me, you know,” said the half-elf, dagger pressed against the halfling’s throat as she crouched in the brush. “I can see you plain as day.” Damn him and his dark vision, thought Skrie. She had just picked the ring out of the dirt and stuffed it in her belt pouch when Illeryl … Continue reading Narrow Escape
The companions crept toward the clearing. Wood smoke scented the air as Skrie peeked out from the bushes. Karl was perched in the rocks above the camp, bow in hand. The halfling knew the man was up to no good when he nocked an arrow and pulled the bowstring. Whispering an arcane phrase, the ground … Continue reading The Ring
Skrie and Malusk sat at their usual table the following day, enjoying Filice’s excellent cooking. They discussed what they should do for the day when Geordo came rushing into the common room, making a beeline for their table. “Did you find her?” he demanded, eyes darting around the room. A young elf wearing a stained … Continue reading Tracking the Trackers
Skrie and Malusk circled Geordo’s camp, looking for tracks to tell them which direction the kidnappers might have taken. “This way,” said Skrie, half a candlemark later. They found a path to the west of the wagon. One set of footprints, followed by two more—a collection of smaller prints and one almost as big as … Continue reading Finding the Runaway
“Somebody, please!” the old man burst into the common room as Skrie and Malusk ate breakfast and discussed what to do with their day. “Those bandits took my Precious, please someone, help me.” He traveled from table to table, imploring the diners. The pair looked at each other, and Skrie shrugged at her friend. Her … Continue reading Precious
In June of 2021, my long-distance gamer buddies and I teamed up for an online Dungeons & Dragons game. The adventure started with three of us. Two of us created our characters, and one made the world we are playing in. I decided to take a little side-step with my creation and play a healer … Continue reading Exploring Everine
One of the last stories I wrote about Lyryk found her camped on the outskirts of the city of Irewick. Biscuit, her companion through the mountains, had left her side some days before, and she was pining for company. This was one of those flash stories that turned out extra short only because that moment … Continue reading Spring Luck
I wrote this piece during the winter when I could call on the weather experience of the day. Writing about the bone-numbing cold is challenging when it’s pushing triple-digit temps outside. I found editing this piece in the heat interesting because it took me back to those much cooler days, making me feel the ambient … Continue reading Braving the Blizzard
I wrote this snippet of Lyryk’s story before I knew about Lyryk meeting the weather witch, so I had to make a minor adjustment to this bit. Once more, I wrote this in response to a writing prompt. Lost “I think we’re lost, buddy,” Lyryk said, looking down at the dog by her side. Biscuit’s … Continue reading Lost In A Storm
A piece of my scattered mind.
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