What if. What if. What if I lose out? What if I was wrong? What if it isn’t just a tactic and they really don’t want to barter with me? What if someone else sneaks in while I’m trying to come up with a suitable answer. What if I’m really not ready for this?
And so, our story begins. I've wanted to get into crafting terrain for my tabletop DnD games for a while, but I've never had the confidence. I'd argue I didn't have time, or adequate space, or so many other things. But I was just scared of messing up. I still am, but I'm tired of... Continue Reading →
I needed a changeTo try something newAnd I thought I would share itWith all of you My next quest is differentMaybe quite strangeAt least when I'm usually Words on a page I want to build somethingWith my own two handsTangible, realPerhaps even grand I have long fearedTrying my bestPutting in more effortWorking harder for less... Continue Reading →
Redundancy is hard. It’s my third time now, and it isn’t any easier. That knowledge that the people you gave everything to just don’t value you anymore. That you aren’t needed anymore. That they chose someone else over you. It doesn’t get easier.
Slumping her shoulders, she muttered “You’re better off without me. You’ve shown that today. You don’t need me, and I definitely don’t need you."
A cold blue flickering light caught her attention. It flittered and danced at the edge of her vision, surrounded by strange, haunting whispers. Echoes of the life it had once led. Ahren felt the change in her and sighed with a small mocking smile.
Though it had never rained in Camelot, the entire camp was covered in a blanket of snow for the Winter Festival. Snowflakes were drifting steadily from a clear blue sky.
The talisman of the Gatekeeper hanging at Wolf’s wrist was her first and only warning of the attack before a thick rusted blade swung out of the shadows. She pulled back just in time, feeling the rush of cold air as the clumsy hunk of metal that passed for a greatsword rushed by her face.
Frost seemed to cling to her breath, and the temperature dropped. Her opponent was clearly known as the Winter Prince for a reason, she grinned, as she saw a familiar face approaching.
Ghostly whimpers and whispers filled the air, and the temperature dropped once more. They held their breath as they considered the options, but they all felt the change in the air as the beasts caught their scents.
