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Oh, it will absolutely continue. But working as a pharmacist, in retail pharmacy, during a pandemic, has me pulling 50-60 hour weeks at times and I'm virtually unable to do any creative work, for myself or otherwise at the moment. Blarg. :/

All is well, I'm just super busy with starting a new job and getting licensed for said job (pharmacist).

The following day, Tristol opened his eyes to find Nisha still there at his side, looking down at him with a smile. “How are you?” Nisha asked, reaching out to stroke the wizard’s forehead. “We did something terrible.” He looked away, unable to meet her stare. “And I feel even guiltier about...

CONTENT WARNING: This is rough. This scene and the previous one made some of my players cry. This content is rough. So please, please be aware that it will be straight up horror material with torture and dismemberment, and implied of the same towards minors. They departed with the three...

This was literally my first solo campaign that I ran, and so no, we didn't discuss anything beforehand, so the emotional suckerpunch and surprise was in real time with no out of game discussion. I would take a much more careful hand nowadays. But at the time it was a case of my players trusting...

[Content Warning: This scene and scenes in the next update made my players cry. Please read with forewarning of implied death of children.] Hours passed as they walked along the tree as the vial directed with its insistent, magnetic pull towards some distant goal, sometimes walking along or...

The bladesinger cradled the vial in his hands, watching what seemed to be liquid starlight held within shift and flow with the motions of his hands turning it. It was syrupy, whatever it was, a consistency thicker than water or wine, with the slightest amount of viscosity. The light it shed...

They started taking notes quite early on. I want to say multiple players were jotting things down by the time they saw Factol Nilesia (seemingly) being flayed by Her Serenity. I still have one player's notes as an adjunct to my own for writing the storyhour.

We will come back to the Upper Plane's role in all of this, and why very pointedly it seems like they've been vacuously absent from fighting back even in the face of a layer of Elysium being ripped out, debased, and stolen. Very little in the campaign was ever a true red herring that didn't tie...

Honestly at the time it wasn't to the best of my recollection. I was aiming for a general emotional sucker punch to absolutely emphasize just how much of an abomination the baern were, and it worked. It absolutely focused the PCs on getting righteous revenge in the long-game as the campaign...

“His price?” Toras whispered to the others with suspicion, with Clueless and Fyrehowl nodding angrily. The Lie Weaver had spoken nothing about any price, only that they would find answers to Tristol’s questions where they now stood. Softly snickering at the thoughts passing between his guests...

"So eager to meet me you seem to be... so be it."

I have February off from clinical rotations, so expect 3-4 updates over the next month. :)

I'm glad that folks like those older posts of mine!

**** Their fingers, spindly and sickly thin, gray and wasted with sallow, diseases claws, reached down into the swirling ethereal proto-matter of the vast ether gap at the chamber’s center. Like a fisherman drawing in a net filled with struggling, gasping fish, the fingers lifted forth a...

Their faces were decidedly unhappy as they walked up the steps into the eerily silent courtyard of Dubai’s Obscure Woe. They’d sought, they’d found, and their morally dubious success had netted them only another place to go and an answer to a question that they hadn’t even asked. Frustration in...

In progress at the moment. I just finished up a clinical rotation and I want to do several updates over this month since I have the month off.

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Thank you for answering that one for me! I would have actually explained something else because I didn't get the question was about the meaning of antipeak. I was going to address what Shemeska was obliquely referring to: that people she whips with razorvine, and draws blood from, the razorvine...