Lover of stories and knights.
Catholic.
If you're looking for my book, try one of these instead:
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www.amazon.com/Nocturne-Fog...
If you're looking for my book, try one of these instead:
www.barnesandnoble.com/w/nocturne-o...
www.amazon.com/Nocturne-Fog...
If you're looking for my book, try one of these instead:
www.barnesandnoble.com/w/nocturne-o...
www.amazon.com/Nocturne-Fog...
Starting back again
I've tentatively recovered my stride and have since completed the prologue and half of the first chapter of EKI 2's rewrite. Progress is starting once more.
This does not, however, mean I'll be back here. I'm returning to my exile posthaste.
Starting back again
I've tentatively recovered my stride and have since completed the prologue and half of the first chapter of EKI 2's rewrite. Progress is starting once more.
This does not, however, mean I'll be back here. I'm returning to my exile posthaste.
Argath is killed by *his own mage* targeting *his tile* in the hopes of catching Ramza (and Time Mage Roger) in the crossfire. I promptly win the mission.
Argath is killed by *his own mage* targeting *his tile* in the hopes of catching Ramza (and Time Mage Roger) in the crossfire. I promptly win the mission.
The DM, speaking to the party Paladin: "Yada yada, you find a *rusty key* hidden in a bucket."
Me, always thinking about Stella Glow: "Sora ha usukuraku shizukani..."
The DM, speaking to the party Paladin: "Yada yada, you find a *rusty key* hidden in a bucket."
Me, always thinking about Stella Glow: "Sora ha usukuraku shizukani..."
Like, when you're not worried about the thing itself, but worried about worrying about it, you're already too deep in layers abstraction.
Like, when you're not worried about the thing itself, but worried about worrying about it, you're already too deep in layers abstraction.
A snowdrop 'neath the moon's light,
Melts away come dawn.
The flower floats on midnight,
A dream's fields its only soil.
A snowdrop 'neath the moon's light,
Melts away come dawn.
The flower floats on midnight,
A dream's fields its only soil.
The stars fade; fog shrouds the moon.
Sky as black as mud.
No matter how darkness clings,
Nothing stains thy silver shine.
The stars fade; fog shrouds the moon.
Sky as black as mud.
No matter how darkness clings,
Nothing stains thy silver shine.
Slate grey road 'neath slate grey sky,
Heartache o'er heartbeat.
The snow knows not spring's vigor,
For 'tis fragile as a dream.
Slate grey road 'neath slate grey sky,
Heartache o'er heartbeat.
The snow knows not spring's vigor,
For 'tis fragile as a dream.
Him: "It seems like all your protagonists are going through the same arc of not feeling good enough. And why are none of them ever happy?"
Me:
Him: "It seems like all your protagonists are going through the same arc of not feeling good enough. And why are none of them ever happy?"
Me:
*Hours later*
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Yamato-no-Orochi burning off Qianghai Lake. I watched Petsobeks fire in the Ironwood. All those moments will be lost in time, like Hoplites in Zeus' Wrath.
*Hours later*
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Yamato-no-Orochi burning off Qianghai Lake. I watched Petsobeks fire in the Ironwood. All those moments will be lost in time, like Hoplites in Zeus' Wrath.
So here's to another ~3 years of writing the same book.
So here's to another ~3 years of writing the same book.
Wait.
Three Houses. Three lords.
Four protagonists. *Four*-tune's Weave.
I swear, Nintendo. I swear.
Wait.
Three Houses. Three lords.
Four protagonists. *Four*-tune's Weave.
I swear, Nintendo. I swear.
*Forgets to turn off Lightning mode.*
"O-oh. Unhinged it is then."
*Forgets to turn off Lightning mode.*
"O-oh. Unhinged it is then."
Oh.
Oh no.
I'm going to have to do something I haven't done for years: consult the setting demographics document.
Oh.
Oh no.
I'm going to have to do something I haven't done for years: consult the setting demographics document.
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Green riding destruction's heels,
Yet burns in its wake.
Not noble as the phoenix,
Hope bears the spinning whetstone.
Green riding destruction's heels,
Yet burns in its wake.
Not noble as the phoenix,
Hope bears the spinning whetstone.