As told to Ernwright Carbru III in the year - and set down after him by Pirria Selestra Transcriber’s note: as ever I have tried to keep a sense of the style and rhythm of the original language; and also as ever, we must consider how much of the

Marcus tracks the path of the footsteps as they rattle over the ceiling panels. Laying a hand on his shoulder, Lux breathes near his ear. "Go. Go!" ❓Maybe there's a hole through to get up there from this floor?🎲[Ask the Oracle: No] Cursing, Marcus breaks back towards the entrance

The roots of a fallen tree sit in your abdomen Too young of a tree to have starved the soil Too grown of one to have left nothing behind Where the roots haven’t spread, it’s safe and calm But always adjacent Burning the whole of you when touched

I've been playing in a D&D campaign set in the world of Greyhawk. In a way, it's a spin-off in classic TV tradition, originating in another Greyhawk campaign which just wrapped up after several years, culminating in our heroes slaying Demogorgon and ending the threat of the Savage Tide.

You used the sun as a metaphor once To try to help her understand Her absence. Now you use it again to try yourself To understand Why no words are enough To describe the totality that she was And remains. A cliche and an embarrassment but no - Night never

You thought it over. In the balance: responsibility, reliability, pressure, the unspoken. Offset: anger, despair, futility, release. You made your choice and turned right, instead of left. They'd be annoyed and maybe even worried, and they might struggle, so you set them aside. You'd gotten good at that – partitioning bits