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    Hiking, writing (of course), big-big gamer, mixology, little bit of everything really except american football I suppose.

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  1. Hey Knights, during this interesting time in our lives I'm sure many of us have turned to music to help cope. I in particular fancy synth as one of my favorite genres of the medium so to kick off a little series I want to start (And to give this blog some love .___.), I thought I'd share one of my all time favorites. It's mellow, but has a slight moment where the tempo picks up, nevertheless I turn to this track for both uncertain and dark times, and for times where I just wanna relax and let that music flow through me. As featured in the video game Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number this is Dust b
  2. Sooyer burst into the barracks the madness of the dispersing crowd shouting behind him, merely echoes in his shaken mind. Blood dripped from his face, as he shuffled his way towards a washing basin. The crystal-clear water, being pierced and infiltrated by the crimson blooms. The image in his mind would haunt him, the searing, stinking flesh, only overcome by the stench of his own body. “Sire?” Sooyer mindlessly pushed the guard aside, coming to his senses he rushed to his side helping him to his feet. “I’m sorry lad, just a little shaken.” He nodded understandably, crowds dispersed, f
  3. Nightfall was upon the city of Tallisk, Malcolm and Azuel were on their fifth ale. “Is he still down there?” “Feels like it,” Malcolm took a sip of his ale, “He’s probably not getting out without help, I’m in no rush.” “Shouldn’t you be?” Malcolm shook his head, finishing the rest of his ale in one gulp. “Like I said, don’t think they’re going anywhere, besides would you be in a rush to wade through sewage in dark corridors alone with no sense of direction or tools?” “No, I’d like to get off this island before the council finds out your intentions.” Malcolm, took a handkerc
  4. Happy Easter and Happy Passover to those who partake! We're just staying home, enjoying the stay at home order, trying to see it as a forced vacation. Hope everyone's doing alright, we got to think positive and look to the bright sides in times like these.🥰
  5. The drip drop of the pipes above Jack was a new change of pace for Jack, Leo finding the entrance to a sewer was a surprising choice for Jack at first but he would live. They had already traveled a decent length through the labyrinth before coming to a small outcrop, where a previous settler had made his home. Jack was tending to a fire next to an old sleeping bag the steps of a jogging Leo echoing through the tunnels. “Got away!” Leo said triumphantly holding a couple of fish in the air. “Well get them over here on the fire I’m starving.” Leo obliged and the pair claimed their meal pu
  6. Jack awoken to the sound of bells, the unfamiliar stench of salt, and bob and weave of the ship's bow. “Alright ya lot!” a large man moved down into the hold, ringing a tiny bell of his own, “We’re coming into port! Get up! Get up!” around him the many hammocks began unloading their refugees, Jack himself included. “Don’t forget any of yer belongins, we split anything you leave amongst the crew!” he chuckled, still ringing his damn bell. Luckily for Jack he had practically nothing, minus the coin to get him on the ship, just barely enough to escape his home. He ascended to the de
  7. In a mystical world, where light and dark fold and interlace, two hearts Peter and Jack are caught sharing in forbidden love, forcing the two to escape down starkly different life paths that will test both the two hearts, and the very world of Dar-Klite.
  8. The judgement of equals, a fate to behold all, for the shattered afterlives from east to west. Both the bold and the craven await this fate, Like scattered souls lost to space. But one, a Bright Soul, One whose heart laid in light. His love for his alluring Spark, Forever changing his life's ark. They danced, and drank, adorned in white. Peers basking in the Bright Ones smile, and his sparks beauty. Until the departure, a sooty evil would see. Lust took the shadows heart, jealous of the Sparks light. Assurance of election to
  9. Hey I'm curious, does anyone use some ambiance when writing like music or a specific you-tuber? I personally, quite often have music that fits the mood of what I'm writing, or listen to Fredrik Knudsen.
  10. Drums, moans, yells, and screams! The dreams of many fades. No longer at peace, at the mercy of fearsome hordes, The kingdom begins to rumble. Broken without sympathy the King falls A token of fate, he had risen to meet his foe. The Lich, his soul stolen, his husk leading the charge Calls of resistance, among the walls to push the foul plague Women and children run yet die, For what lies the fate of after-death is forever marching The dead rise to meet their ancestors, their keepers Deeper in the halls of the castle, a champion born.
  11. Evening Knights, Today's post I wanna focus more on the player end of things specifically role play. Now, I come from an interesting place in that before I started to actively write and hold a passion for the craft I obtained some valuable skills just playing table top games. By this I mean when I ran games, I went in with a basic plan of how the a session would go, I would normally have at least 2-3 maps of different locations to give them room to roam and on special days even more, however, and any Dungeon Master would agree with me on this: Players are unpredictable. More specifically
  12. Reading through the answers they all seem to boil down to the authors goal. Personally, I haven't written a prologue in any of my stories simply because I didn't feel the need too. I see them more so as a hook but more in depth, because whether the reader decided to skip it or not, it is the first words put to the story structure regardless of chronology. Like most techniques It's about the execution and purpose, and not necessarily something needed or not.
  13. The silence we hold dear, Echoes a march for the coming year. Mere men with plans, rise to the new order. As hands of sauntered masses border the fine line of life and death. The men of red, pierce through the line. Dread fills us as we panic. Manic calls to action raise militias. To blaze the perspective darkness. The men of blue hold the wishes of desperation. The damnation of past sins drive their future. In this light, the twins both red and blue, Slew the olive tree and seek anew. The fist of revolution makes its battle cr
  14. Hello Knights, This is my first blog post, so I figured I'd cover something along the lines of ethics, but of course not really. Ethics being in short the guiding compass of ones morals, however, in this case I figured I'd cover unofficial social contract between a dungeon master and his players. Now, what I mean by this is the symbiosis between these two roles that allow these sort of games to function, the two ends of the staff that each hold up. Without both ends holding up, the staff falls. To delve deeper into this, lets say I call my friend John ask him and a couple others if t
  15. I've reached the end of the second chapter today and I must say it's certainly roped me in, I'am looking forward to seeing how it unfolds.
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