Tag Archives: inspiration

Aelith

Posted on October 31, 2019 by

Written and performed around last Halloween — or the Season of the Dead — by my bard in our Fifth Edition D&D game.  There is a forlorn beauty within the White Pines, filled with crumbling husks of majesty, and broken … Continue reading →

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Hymn to Nautilae

Posted on October 27, 2019 by

Written and performed by my bard during our D&D Fifth Edition Session.  If you listen to the chiming laugh of a brook in the wood, and follow where the Moon-drake winds, you will find a cavern, and an ancient bridge, … Continue reading →

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And What They Found There

Posted on August 15, 2019 by

Look down the wondrous structure, Where the chequer’d shadows play; See the scattered groups increasing, Wending up the dômed way.  — E. Leathes, Fragments From the Crystal Palace It’s like one of Mr. Dodgson’s stories, but so much worse. Ida Codswell … Continue reading →

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A Midsummer Night’s Dance

Posted on August 12, 2019 by

They sit in the white room together. He looks around at the walls. He’s a bit awestruck. Dark runes and symbols seem both fixed, and moving on the ivory plaster. Sometimes they are Nordic sigils, or astrological signs. Other times … Continue reading →

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Rite of Spring

Posted on August 8, 2019 by

It had been centuries since Charlie had come to this land. No. That isn’t entirely accurate. Charlie himself had actually never been to this mountaintop before. Not tonight, not hundreds of years ago. He hadn’t even been born yet: not … Continue reading →

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Ättestupa

Posted on August 5, 2019 by

Dedicated to Ari Aster’s Midsommar. Dani stands at the top of the mountain. She’s marked the rune stone with her passing, like so many others. Pelle, she knows, is behind her doing exactly the same thing. He has taken the … Continue reading →

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Status Imperfectus

Posted on July 16, 2019 by

Annabelle stands on the rooftop of Griffith College. She doesn’t mean to imitate the brooding nature of Batman, however cool it would be to be him, or Kate Kane. She knows that she should leave the brooding to Jasper, even … Continue reading →

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