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
Happy New Year, everyone. After a couple of weeks of shouting into the Void about still being displaced, First Reader and I have accepted that the dream of returning to the mountain will have to wait until Spring. Having heard from our sales rep this week, she confirmed what we were beginning to suspect—the house … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 125
Merry Christmas, everyone. Nothing has changed on the building front. The ‘bomb cyclone’ that blew across the United States last week prevented much of anything from happening—well, that and the holidays. Our household spent the coldest days bundled up inside, grateful the power didn’t go out like it did in some regions. The hardest part … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 124
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
Today marks the Winter Solstice. What does that mean, exactly? Historically, the day means a lot of things to many faiths, but what does it mean to you as a person? For me, it’s a time for reflection but also a time to look ahead at the new year. For the past two solstices, we … Continue reading Reflecting on 2022
After another week of waiting, we’re still looking for a team to bring our home up the mountain. We’ve had bites but no commitments—yet. I don’t know why we expected this part of the building process to be any different than the rest of it has been. After all, it’s been an uphill struggle all … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 123
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
This has been a frustrating and depressing week as our building process is in limbo. I called our sales rep this week to ask about the status of getting someone to drag our modular up the hill. The news was dismal, to say the least. All the macho men who last summer crowed about how … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 122
The party headed back toward the village, approaching from the west. Sitting atop a hill overlooking the town, they saw very little activity at first. Three men were dragged into the courtyard under guard a quarter candle later. They watched as the guards backed away when a priest in black and red robes appeared. “Wonder … Continue reading Investigating the Cultists
Nothing happened this week except for more frigid weather and snow. Mr. Contractor is still waiting to hear from Ms. SalesRep, saying she found someone to drag our house up the hill. Overnight temperatures have dropped into the teens and single digits, so the slab will get poured after the house is set. Happy, happy, … Continue reading Rebuilding the Dream, Pt 121
Dream ✨Imagine ✨ Believe
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
Tavern Tales
Poetry BLOG By Edge of Humanity Magazine
J.J. Shaun 