Jabe grabbed Karl out of the crater that was left by Skrie’s spell and took off into the woods, carrying his son from the scene. “I certainly appreciate your interference in the men’s assault on us,” the old man began. “What,” Skrie whipped around to face their erstwhile employer, “in the name of all the … Continue reading Half-Truths and Job Offers
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
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
Lyryk is one of those fun characters I’m not sure what to do with. She started life as a backup character for our campaign, so I began writing her backstory to get to know her. Most of these stories started as writing prompts I was able to use to flesh out the character. That day’s … Continue reading Signs Of False Spring
Lyryk Starsong might be young, but she has seen and experienced more life than many half-elves her age. Her advantage is the magic of her music, although sometimes a little validation helps her trust it more every day. In this excerpt, Lyryk stops for the night at the hut of a weather witch who warns … Continue reading Listen to the Wind
A few weeks ago, I posted a story about Lyryk. In the past few weeks, I started her backstory from the beginning. This is where it would fit in the progression. This story came from another writing prompt I read shortly after my husky got loose from her leash and ran the neighborhood. At the … Continue reading Doggy Humor
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