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    The Mountain Wears a Ring of Gold – Interludes

    Master of Forges Kisaan moved across the Central Forge with a slow, liquid grace that stood out amongst the barely-controlled chaos that drove everyone else. The quiet jangle of row after row of medals recognizing her talents and dedication across decades went unheard against the cacophony of hammer blows and shouts. Yet, for all the noise and the fact that she wore a dark leather apron which covered them, she wore a quiet smile as though she could hear them clanking again stone another quite clearly and found the sound pleasing to her ears.   Young men and women clad in…

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  • Interludes,  The Scribe

    Learning to Walk Again

    Today has brought something into sharp relief that had not been apparent until the last month. Every single struggle I’ve had over the last year and change has been exacerbated by work. Yes, I have had my fair share of…

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    What was Fallow Ripens Once More

    It’s hard for me to describe where my head is at right now with this new job. I feel like a man who has been battling a deadly disease, one whose prognosis and final destination were long ago sealed in…

  • Epic Tales

    Hope – Part 3

    I’d forgotten how nice it feels to have a story to keep me grounded. Happy Holidays everyone.  Hope – Part 3 The feed stopped as suddenly as it had started. The image hung in the air, brain matter dripping off…

  • Epic Tales

    Hope – Part 2

    I promised myself that I wouldn’t let posts here linger any longer.  I didn’t anticipate my father dying. I’m writing again but it’s going to be a long time before it feels as fluid and natural as it once did. …

  • The Scribe

    Hope – Part 1

    “That’s what they get for sending a man to do a woman’s job.” The quiet condemnation came from the woman entering the command center of the Nexus Project. The techs, scientists, and the Adjunct Commander of the facility turned towards…

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    A Season of Changes

    I’ve had the Quill now for six years as of this summer. That normally wouldn’t be a huge deal. Hell, there are t-shirts I’ve owned for twice that amount of time. I have receipts that I’m using for bookmarks that…

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    Of Paladins and Darkness

    I just told one of my oldest friends that he was nothing more than a selfish coward.  It doesn’t help one bit that it was true.  When I was young, I thought being good was like being a paladin in…