What Worth – a Juliette d’Aubigniy tale

December 1, 2018 0 Comments

“D’AUBIGNIY!” Juliette d’Aubigniy sighed. She had been enjoying a good wine and the attention of a young lady that promised to lead to a very lively evening (especially since the gentleman with the lady was coming around to the idea that he might enjoy giving and receiving the attentions of the two ladies) and then …

The Final Run – A Shadowrun Universe Story

January 20, 2018 0 Comments

Gregory Darwin – Grondanar – was my first Shadowrun character. Strong and huge, we joked that if they made a prebuilt archetype for him it would be “Troll Bunker”. He carried a huge backpack so that when the team mage inevitably passed out from spellcasting, we could just put him into the rucksack and keep …

Making It Work – a story of The Night

December 31, 2017 0 Comments

And finally, she rested.

Wrong Turn – an Eiko story

December 7, 2017 0 Comments

The moment she woke up, Eiko Takashima knew things were weird. She was lying on something that was hard, warm, and slightly angled. In fact, her feet were hanging off into space. Her face was warm, her eyelids had light shining through them, and her hands felt oddly heavy. She then remembered that she was …

Corporate Activity: An Eiko Story

December 6, 2017 0 Comments

Eight Months Ago: “Madame,” the great grey eminence thundered, “your corporation has not gone unnoticed. You have accumulated too much power and wealth for someone like you,” and here he sneered, “to be allowed to go unhindered. You will sell stock in your company, you will allow us to change it as we will, and …

Things That Never Happened: Eiko’s Return

November 15, 2017 0 Comments

I had some plans for things to do with my return to the Greater North-East. A bunch of them had to do with the tabletop gaming I was planning on doing with my late friend Mike Satran. One of them was the return to the game of Eiko Takashima.

Performance – a Juliette d’Aubigniy story

November 13, 2017 0 Comments

Almas, Andoran: The capitol of Andoran was bright, warm, and had a great and open plaza called the Field of Concord. Mostly used for mercantile pursuits, it also had a number of places where performers would play, some prepaid and some professional buskers. Juliette d’Aubigniy was one of the latter. Her instrument case lay before …

Family – A Story of the Night

November 10, 2017 0 Comments

Boston, MA   The call had come on Marishka’s phone, and so there she was at the Model Cafe again. The place was mostly empty, even the usual drunks gone. Anatoly didn’t seem that angry, just nodded to her as she walked in, and gestured towards the back.

In Memoriam.

November 9, 2017 0 Comments

My friend Michael Satran died almost two weeks and ago.

Modern Technology – A Story of The Night

November 6, 2017 0 Comments

11 PM on a Friday night in November in Boston was typically cold. Today, however, was unusually warm for the time of year, and The Night found herself glad she no longer sported a full-head hood. Good for secrecy; not so good for the heat.