Category Archives: Writing and Writing

Fiction, prose, poetry and that loathesome habit, writing about writing.

Freelancing and the Scumbag Social

I don’t know Robert Schwalb except through his work, but I appreciate him sharing some hard truths about RPG freelancing. Unfortunately, that has all but invited the usual crowd of shitheels, who always leap in with the following:

  • Halfassed

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Blogus Genericus

Hi folks,

Sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been busy. I have a bunch of interests that have nothing to do with games or media nerdery; one of these caused an ulnar nerve injury, making extended typing an incredible pain…

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The Hundred Millionth Day: Of the Paladins

From History as Parable, author unknown, the Sealed Library of Ostrakopolis

The Gods made them perfect and ruthless: paladins, knights of terrifying wisdom. For all strains of men clutched the stars in empire, every kingdom conquered, with no colonies to…

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The Wizard’s Divan

Imagine a bard telling one of those dying-tales where he plays the Dark Judge and addresses you as heroes standing before him in the Last Palace, your lives’ deeds arrayed before the court.

You know the ones I’m talking about.…

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Lore of the Hundred Millionth Day: The Trow

“History of the Trow,” From the Palatine Legendarium

(Ex Libris Liam ap-Sithe)

Long ago, before the Final Empire, the universe wept the deaths of monsters blood-red into the sky, crimson of their blood, of the aura of the HUNDRED-HANDED falling fast…

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Descent, Part Four (Final)

Part Three is here. All sections here.

It’s a giant’s cupped hands, carved of red granite shot with white veins: lightning and blood. Aya steps aboard. The boat’s ten cubits long, but four old Bahn-Erl eunuchs shove it in

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Descent, Part Three

Part One is here. Part Two is hereAll published sections here.

An hour past the charred wreckage of Aya’s revenge, her caryatid’s briefing proves its accuracy. Down here, humanity’s a slave clade. Eight Woman-born pull a jewel- studded cart by their collared

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Descent, Part Two

Part One is Here. All published sections here.

There’s always a fast way down.

Heron’s Rock is an old whore of a dungeon, built by protogolems when magic first battered the world. Fearful kings commanded these last purely

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Descent, Part One

“A five percent chance of encountering one of the Shrouded,” says the caryatid. The alabaster woman-machine pushes the deepsilver circlet to rest on Aya’s ears; threads inside enter her flesh. They sting like hail on her temples. “For the Deep

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Black Sweat

Camping the Black Sweat is complex task. Write lists, build routines, break it down. First, get rid of the bodies. Loot them too, but that’s not strictly part of camping. We’d do it whether we planned to camp or not.…

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