Between all the stuff going on with the Open Gaming License, whether I might need to restart/edit it to move things around (I mean, there’s stuff in there that would need some significant reworking) is still something I’m discussing with myself.
The newest Meliantha story, War VII: The Times In-Between has been published on AO3 as well as on the Archive page. I’m sure people will get what’s happening before Meliantha does.
I haven’t written much on her stories for a while, I know.
But I’m finding a bit of inspiration lately, and I want to get writing again. I’m going to start up again and start releasing things again. There’s a bit of story there, with the war that she’s gotten herself recruited into helping lead people in, and more after it. I want to get it out.
Juliette d’Aubigniy sighed. She had been enjoying a glass of 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 this. Click to continue reading.
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 going until he woke up. He also got some bioware to increase his intelligence, took some correspondence courses, got a license for real estate, laundered a lot of his gains as Grondanar to the accounts of Gregory Darwin, and ended up getting into construction.
By current game year of 2080, though, he’s pretty elderly for a troll, and I thought it would be nice to start a campaign by making one of his fondest wishes come true.
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 wearing the BREAQER gauntlets, and then the memory came flooding back.