This says I is the truth
Or let the Saints forsake me.
The night was distressed.
And the moon peered warily
Through a veil of clouds.
Trudging home from the inn,
I heard a chilling scream.
It echoed across the fields,
Filled and rattled my bones.
And I felt cold. Terribly cold.
Though the wind shrieked
Through bare branches of winter.
The eerie scream resounded,
Even as the squall relented.
She appeared before me then.
Her moonstone eyes met mine.
Mercury colored tears streamed,
Down undulating, mist like skin.
I speak plainly, I don't connive,
T'was no illusion drink contrives.
Believe this frightful tale,
Beware the Ba
Stars twinkled brightly in the clear Neverwinter night sky. The trees swayed in a steady breeze that cooled Tasoula's face and hands. The halfling looked up at the waxing moon hanging over the outpost. Its light briefly chased away the shadow her cloak cast on her face. It was a beautiful night for a heist.
Like most of her kin, Tasoula's features were usually cherubic. However, her face was now a mask of concentration as she observed her objective. With its decrepit central tower partially ringed in half toppled walls, the outpost was little more than a ruin.
Still, it served as a lair for the men gathered here. If discover and cornered t
"Your position has been eliminated." These words were uttered to me. Losing a job is always a questionable start to a new year. Without question I was concerned. This isn't the kind of economy where good jobs fall into your lap. Honestly, I fell into a bit of a slump and didn't post anything for a while. Didn't want to write. Didn't want to think. But the anger went away and now there's a cautious optimism as new opportunities appear and I can apply some of the lessons I've learned about the cruel mistress that's Corporate America.
Cool things that have happened:
1. The last part of "The Necromancer of Bern" is posted
2. I've already wr