What? I didn’t forget the blog this month. Youforgottheblogthismonth don’t look at me. Look I’m applying for grad school right now, things are getting lost in the shuffle. That’s really the main life update tbh, I’m applying for grad school, it’s all I’m thinking about, I’m tedious about it if you’re my friend right now I’m sure. One of the schools is Princeton, it’s a lot of work but also less work than you think?…
Quinn cornered the last living duergar in a room, where he had been trying unsuccessfully to escape out of a boarded up window. Promising to spare his life should he answer some questions, Quinn eeked out some truths from the frantic duergar: namely that the duergar were assigned here with the orders to steal valuables, particularly anything they could get their hands on made from chardalyn, an easily-enchantable black, ice-like substance found only in Icewind…
Genuinely I do think maybe the funniest thing I’ve ever done as an author was update KS after so many years but just here on my website and not tell anyone but like, Patreon and Discord. And it’s still funny because the punchline of posting it all to Ao3 is still months away. KS has a majority of my focus right now, just because I’ve been working and traveling a lot so there’s not a…
It’s Over, Isn’t It? You’d been half-joking about traveling together when you’d said it, but you have to admit, the notion is a little tempting. It seems particularly poignant right now, as the two of you sit, staring out at the sliver of Satina on the horizon, rehashing cover stories and discussing exactly what kind of information you want to feed to the Inquisitor now that you have his ear about at least one thing.…
Irritants Electricity is thrumming inside your veins. Fire is throbbing just under your skin. It itches at your fingertips. Your mood is, in a word, frightful. It takes you a moment to fully register it; you got your food and skirted off to yourself, under a tree, before the feeling fully registered to you. Part of the problem was that the feeling is vaguely indecipherable. It’s physical. It feels like your blood is on fire,…
You head back before it gets dark, before the sun even settles fully on the horizon, in fact. Days are long here, with no mountains on the horizon to cut off the sun’s light. But you do want to dry off while there’s still sun to dry in, and get back to Dorian and his magic drying powers before the heat escapes straight out of the cloudless desert sky. All three of you are fairly…
Hey, everyone! This is something pretty different from my normal content of “just webnovels” and “very occasional update blog post.” But I wanted to do this and I’m not really on any social media and I thought my audience would probably enjoy it, or at least some of you would. I imagine the venn diagram of my readers and people who play D&D is a heavy, heavy overlap. So long story short, I’m DMing a…
DaD Bod As if to emphasize the problem, during the afternoon ride Sera starts inserting herself between you and Alas’len as much as possible. Physically, in some cases, something that’s helped along by that practically-a-pony horse she rides. But you keep Revas a certain distance away from other mounts for a reason, and by the second time you have to muscle him away from clocking her horse in the head, you’re absolutely sick of it.…
Getting to Know You “You have a friend!” From the way Cole’s unbridled enthusiasm explodes out of him the second you crawl into your tent, he must have been waiting to get you alone with even more enthusiasm than you’d had about getting Alas’len alone. He’s practically vibrating. “I have several friends, Cole. Like you, for instance.” “In, out, flowing freely from one into another. A body doesn’t choose to breathe but takes in air—”…
Alas’len You know, objectively, that it hasn’t been that long since you last saw him, but it isn’t often that the two of you had an all out melee to participate in. Had he always been so bloodily efficient? Is that how you look on the battlefield to others, a scythe of efficient magic and daggers through eyes and spines with pinpoint accuracy? You already know that’s not the case; Banal’ras uses his magic in…