“The first thing you need to understand is that time travel isn’t possible. Every science fiction show ever has gotten that wrong.” The speaker pauses to let that sink in. Time travel was a frequent trope of science fiction shows, even in this modern age where the people of Earth could travel the stars in … Read moreTime Travel
Tam ran one hand through the pile of coins and gems on the table. All told, the value was more than 25,000 gold pieces worth of treasure. A literal fortune to two simple thieves like themselves, it was more money than he could have put his hands on in three lifetimes on the streets of Neverwinter. But Tam knew that right now it represented something much bigger for the two of them: death.
It had been nearly 10 years since they had appeared. One day, they had been nothing more than fairy tales and legends. The next, the world was once again populated with them: Gnomes, elves, dwarves, orcs, trolls, pixies, a thousand different types of creatures. Just then a shadow passed over him and he looked up. Oh, yes, and dragons. Dragons had returned to the Earth.
The popup on his screen told him that it was almost time. David closed the alert and turned his attention to the office window. When he had quit his job as a nameless drone in a big skyscraper to start his own firm, he had chosen this small storefront office because it was all he could afford. Now, he wouldn’t trade this space for a top floor suite in the tallest tower in the city. And it was all because of her.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Ben stared dumbfounded at the woman for a moment, then shook his head. “Look, lady, whatever gag you’re trying to pull, just move on, okay?” He sidestepped a couple of paces down the sidewalk, shifting the bags full of his purchases and the antique basket to his other hand. He then made a show of intently studying a display of flower planters in front of the thrift store. ‘Why did all the crazies seem to find him?’ he thought.
I recently started up once more on my basement railroad and it’s been quite a while since I’ve added anything to my trains content, so I figure it’s past time to do so. I was also inspired by a Twitter thread I came across recently that inspired this post. So let’s start with that: Had … Read morePrototype vs Freelance
Alas, poor Chojen Morg. After Thelisn the bodak fell to the servants of Gulthias within the Heart of Nightfang Spire, I brought in Chojen. He was human, a former thief and rogue who had repented of his ways and taken up a life of service to the gods. Serving in a monastary near Daggerdale, the companions of Silverhall rescued Chojen when he and others had been taken by an evil cult.