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The Taker of Souls - Episode 2 - "The Mad Hermit"

Overnight, the clouds cleared and gave way to a dewy autumn morning. Pale sunlight spilled in through the mouth of the cave, fractal and splayed by the guardian pines outside, falling upon Sid  as he remains cross-legged in perfect stillness; a sentry to guard the safety of his party while they slept. A soft and moist breeze swirls around the cave as Sid  stands, turning to face his slumbering comrades. He speaks loudly enough so that the cave echoes his statement. "Time to wake, my friends. Dawn is here." Keltree  jolts awake from his sprawled position, jerking upward in surprise. "Err-hmm, I'm up!" He rubs the corners of his eyes and mouth, wiping away the grit of sleep, and begins to pack up his sleeping materials to get ready for departure. Laeroth , seemingly in the exact same position he fell asleep in, wakes with ease and swings his legs under him, resting his arms on the edges of his knees. He coughs once to clear his throat and reaches for his waterskin...

Statement of Intent

Boy, this feels fucking weird...

I haven't actually written any sort of readable material since my college days, so please forgive any sense of confusion I may bring you with my stupid words. After all, it seems words are becoming quite problematic these days, and it's up to us writers to make maximal attempts at speaking truth versus lies...there are people out there who will - quite literally - believe anything they are told.

Despite having absolutely no filter to pass my ramblings through in order to sift out the bullshit white noise, I still aim to speak the truth. If I'm wrong, I'm the first to admit it. If I'm right, I'll never let you forget it. Forgetting when you were wrong is not an indication of growth, nor is it an excuse to not grow; it's a bodily indication that you generally don't care to suffer the horrors of inadequacy as a normal human being would be expected to do...a humble one, that is.

There I go again, getting off-track...I tend to ramble, so I hope you'll forgive me.

Here, within this blog, I've decided to exercise my writing skills. Pumping the mental iron, so to speak. I must admit that my writing brain has been looking a bit skinny lately, and could use the extra poundage in order to take on the big cats, but I very clearly recall doing remarkably well in creative writing courses throughout my schooling, and I very much enjoy being a Dungeon Master. Within these posts, I hope to capture the exciting minutia and intensity of several campaigns that I've had planned out for many years before now. In fact, as some of you unfortunate DMs out there would know, campaigns have an awful tendency to end rather abruptly when players cannot make a commitment. In essence, I've never been able to fully unleash the story I had prepared...

...until now.

I will not write more than has been revealed within the campaigns, but I do wish to - at the very least - capture the exciting moments that have shaped them thus far. The words I spill forth onto future posts will be filled with action, horror, mystery, edgy-ness, and possibly even a cruel joke or two. I guess, in essence, this blog will serve as both a platform for telling rich stories, as well as a mental gymnasium.

Because again...my writing brain is weak and feeble. Time to get this fucker off his ass and running on a treadmill.

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