Tag: Short Story

Nine Years Old, One Big Decision

Nine Years Old, One Big Decision

I’m taking a departure this week from D&D-related stuff to return to some regular old not-fantasy. This is a piece I wrote as an assignment for a creative writing class I took before I figured that college wasn’t the right place for me. I think the whole assignment was just to come up with a six-word, flash-fiction-esque title for a piece, then build around that. I don’t know exactly what drove me to write this personal account of a pivotal moment of my youth, but I’m totally sure it doesn’t warrant any further analysis.

 

There aren’t very many moments from my childhood that have really stuck with me. I imagine it’s pretty much the same for most people. What does anyone do as a kid that really matters, anyway? Continue reading “Nine Years Old, One Big Decision” →

Ministrations of the Wayward Mage

Ministrations of the Wayward Mage

I didn’t explicitly state it before, but if anyone gives a shit, Luke is a Wild Magic Sorcerer. Whenever he casts spells, there’s a chance for something random to happen. Maybe good, maybe bad, maybe neither!

As his Barovian adventure went on, he pursued some different paths. Mechanically, this was represented by multi-classing. This decision was much more driven by narrative, however. (Trust me, Sorcerer/Wizard is not by any stretch an ‘optimal’ choice.)

This scene took place after a wild magic surge-filled battle at a winery. Luke takes some time to reflect in the church of the Morninglord, at the edge of the small village of Vallaki.

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Spare Change

Spare Change

“The reality we perceive

is the reality we believe.”

I can’t remember who said it, or if anybody actually said it, really. It might’ve been written down somewhere, or carved into the side of a bathroom stall for all I know. Either way, it just sounded like some sort of new-agey, feel good bullshit to me. But not to Terry.

Oh hell no, not that idiot Terry. A couple of months ago he saw this fake-ass documentary pushing the religion of some cult out in Washington state under the guise of ‘quantum physics’ and he just ate that shit right up. When I told him this dumbass line about rearranging everything, he ate that shit right up, too.

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