Stevie supplies the group with drinks while they tell their tales. I listen closely as Bert describes the area. “The Western Wood is the northwestern section of a vast forest extending from the ocean on the west coast all the way to the Dragon’s Tail Range in the east. It stretches east to the Western … Continue reading Adaran: The Western Wood
“Dave left me a rough character sketch for his fighter, Beiron,” says Bert. “This should be good,” says Yvonne. “His character sketch was basic. It said: ‘Soldiers in their shiny armor fascinated young Beiron Shaelar when they marched through the city. He longed to carry a greatsword across his back as he swaggered through Brookhaven. … Continue reading Beiron Shaelar: Soldier For Hire
“I didn’t do anything!” squeaked Laora Nightwind as a hand grabbed the back of her tunic. She fumbled with the flute her twin had carved last year. “You are massacring music, that is what you are doing!” a stern voice spat back. Who was this stranger who dared insult her? She flailed in his grip … Continue reading Apprentice
(C) 2020, JJ Shaun “Meegan finally told me a story,” says Sandra. “Oh good, I thought we were going to have to wait until next week.” “Not quite. It’s not a cheery scene, but it’s a start.” ### Meegan woke to a heated conversation outside the den where she and Mother slept. One voice she … Continue reading Meegan Redoak: Outcast
Bard, Lyryk heard the word in her head. We are watched. We? The last Lyryk knew, she’d been traveling alone. Relieved to have Biscuit back, she kept packing up her camp with only a slight hesitation. She hadn’t seen the hound, though she felt his presence. Where? Lyryk directed the thought at Biscuit. Bushes, sunward. … Continue reading Lyryk: Watched
(C) 2020, JJ Shaun “I’ll go,” says Mac. “I’ve been giving my main man, Roland, some thought. Like many adventurers, he has a tragic background.” He throws his hand dramatically to his forehead as he says this. “Do tell.” “Well, he started life looking for gems. He searched for gemstones for his family deep in … Continue reading Roland Firestone: The Last of His Clan
Some time back, I posted a story about a fantasy role-playing character I had been working on. I dropped that story because of the brouhaha surrounding the parent company of the Dungeons & Dragons®. If you’re interested in what’s going on with the hobby, I’ll leave it to you to investigate. The main characters and … Continue reading Katra Alterian
Lyryk Starsong strummed the tune running through her mind as her horse shambled along the trade road behind the dusty caravan. A storm comes, she heard in her mind. She almost dropped the lute she was playing when she spied Biscuit, the giant dog who sometimes traveled with her since she washed ashore all those … Continue reading Storm Surge
“Hi, Stevie!” says Bert as he enters The Jaunty Mug coffee shop. “Hi Bert,” says Stevie, the barista, as he raises his head from cleaning the coffee machine. “The usual?” “You got it.” The rest of the group trickles in, ordering their respective drinks as they pass the counter. Stevie acknowledges each with a greeting … Continue reading The New Semester
“Hey, Stevie!” says Bert as he enters The Jaunty Mug coffee shop. Thursday night rolls around again, and I look forward to this group of youngsters as they trickle into the cafe. It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen them. Aislynn, the group’s healer, was not present the last time they were here … Continue reading The Shortest Day
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