This week, I jumped into the way-back machine and found a prompt from 2015 to write a story using the following words: pattering, melody, crack, and bear. Lyryk walked the paths, learning forest moods the way other bards learned ballads: listening until the silence leaned into meaning. Rain fell in a pattering whisper through the … Continue reading Rain and Rest
Biscuit arrived at the door first, sitting patiently on the stoop, tail tapping the ground. Lyryk caught up to him, catching her breath as she raised her hand to knock. Before she had the chance, the door swung open. An old woman with silver hair and kind eyes stood before them. “You look like you … Continue reading Lyryk’s Song, Part Two
Frigid wind howled through the twisted trees of the southern Dragonspine Mountains. Its icy claws ripped at anything daring to venture into its depths. An unbroken gray sky cast the world in muted light. Deep, powdery snow covered the path. Lyryk Starsong tramped through the drifts, leaving an unbroken path behind her. Wrapped in a … Continue reading Lyryk’s Song, Part One
Spymaster Tordak Hammersong had secured a commission for Lyryk Starsong to play on the fortieth birthing day of one Lady Pamila Redthorne. Rumors swirled around the Redthorne family, and nearby residents found them strange birds, indeed. Lord and Lady Redthorne invited the elite of Morganskeep to attend various celebrations throughout the year. And, every season, … Continue reading Framed, Pt 1
“Kyreah!” screeched Jarla, stalking toward where Lyryk had spread her bedroll. She rolled out of the way of the kick meant to wake her. “My name is ‘Lyryk,’” she said, ducking the hand that shot out to box her ear. The woman discovered early on how sensitive her ears were to a slap or pinch. … Continue reading Running To Freedom
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
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
Last week, I introduced Lyryk Starsong, a bard I played. She helped one of our weekly players catch up to the rest of the party (he was half-level behind, and we were only 3rd level). When Lyryk introduced herself, I had a vague idea that she could be a backup character if Skrie got exceedingly … Continue reading Lyryk Starsong
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