Trepidation in her steps, she moved slowly towards the dancing light, not at all surprised as it pulled further away each time she drew near. A voice near her ear startled her as the priest murmured “You can see the wisps?”
Kali stared in awe; this was the power of a god. Demeter had completely reformed the space in a matter of seconds. The sandy, bloody, smell had given way to fresh grass with hints of pine. A soft summery breeze rustled the leaves in the trees.
Catryn’s eyes went red, the rage boiling over inside her. As her magic battled for control, the bandit’s smile faltered as he felt her alarming presence sweeping over him. Her hands shook but her voice was strong. “You get one warning. Release them. Or die.”
The freedom of wind rushing through her hair, one last time. If her mind could register the childish longing, buried somewhere deep within, she might have given into it. Instead, she sighed the wish away on a heavy exhale and scanned the street below.
October Project: Scatter TerrainPart 3: Stairs I saw a crafter on YouTube make stairs with this method, though he didn't go through the process or measurements in great detail, as the stairs were just part of a larger project/build. But I thought they looked great, the method was simple enough, and I picked these to... Continue Reading →
What if. What if. What if I lose out? What if I was wrong? What if it isn’t just a tactic and they really don’t want to barter with me? What if someone else sneaks in while I’m trying to come up with a suitable answer. What if I’m really not ready for this?
And so, our story begins. I've wanted to get into crafting terrain for my tabletop DnD games for a while, but I've never had the confidence. I'd argue I didn't have time, or adequate space, or so many other things. But I was just scared of messing up. I still am, but I'm tired of... Continue Reading →
I needed a changeTo try something newAnd I thought I would share itWith all of you My next quest is differentMaybe quite strangeAt least when I'm usually Words on a page I want to build somethingWith my own two handsTangible, realPerhaps even grand I have long fearedTrying my bestPutting in more effortWorking harder for less... Continue Reading →
Redundancy is hard. It’s my third time now, and it isn’t any easier. That knowledge that the people you gave everything to just don’t value you anymore. That you aren’t needed anymore. That they chose someone else over you. It doesn’t get easier.
Slumping her shoulders, she muttered “You’re better off without me. You’ve shown that today. You don’t need me, and I definitely don’t need you."
A Journey in Self Expression 