It’s wyld out there

Shhh… quiet, I’m tryin’ to show off. Pretend you don’t see the dust.
This is a quick scene based off of a few off-hand comments made by the Tabletop Titans during their unveiling of Wyldwood, their new miniatures game. I’m excited to know more about it, and maybe to help!

They gathered around the fire pit. The Three Clan Moot would culminate tonight in the telling. The night was cold, but the rot-tea was hot, and heady. The youngest kept the fire burning bright. They would not get to speak for years yet. Not until after their first hunt, their first blood. The men gathered and began to compare. Giddreck, the blonde one, showed a red, angry lash from ear to chin. Murrod, with the harsh nose, showed an old wound, mostly healed, but from shoulder to wrist. Korrath, sweet-voiced, removed his shirt to show a puckering scar that had taken half his stomach.
This was their way. Only the greatest stories were worthy to be told at a moot such as this; and only the greatest of scars could be proof. Every man had theirs, and every man believed theirs the best.

When Elder Ogmara stood, white hair catching a glint of the firelight bathing the clearing, the others fell silent. He shrugged his robe aside and let his ravaged skin whisper of the legends he had forged. The foes he had tamed clung to him in blood and ink, each mark a tale for a ten-night. But though he bared his chest, he did not call attention with it. Instead, he simply tapped the thing at the end of his leg. His hunt may have cost him his foot, but he had balanced the ledger. A single cloven hoof sat where his foot had once been, tied neatly with vine and supporting the elder’s weight.

“Tonight, we will hear of the gods of the Elk Spawn, the eldest of their kind. The High Spiritseer who speaks to the wood as to a lover. They thought themselves above Bear, above all. And with reason. But tonight, by blood and song, you will know how we came to show them the true masters of the Wyldwood.”

Clubs bashed on rocks as the clans cheered, ringing raucus in the bright lights of their storied triumph.

TV Script

So I got the opportunity to try writing a script for a TV show. This was my audition script, which ended up being an entire episode. I’m still working on my ability to write in screenplay format, but I think it came out fairly well.

Int. – School Cafeteria, mid-day

We see the cafeteria, bustling with activity.  Students are assembled in their respective cliques, eating, horsing around, generally being kids. Various banners support school pride, including one featuring a worm in a graduation cap with the caption ‘Follow the worm and ace your midterm!’ After surveying the area, we focus on the kid leaving the lunch line with his food. SAM is on his way to his table, being the last to get his lunch together. The others are already loudly discussing the topic of the day.

Lana

(Sitting next to Tommy and looking over his shoulder as he plays some kind of hand-held game)

No, no! If you catch him early then he won’t have Splatter-guts EX [pronounced Eee Ecks]. And then you’re totally wasting his “AoE Doom” S rank compatibility!

Tommy

Oh my god Lana, not everything is about compatibility! Sometimes I just wanna play some jank!

Lana

Tommy your life is jank, can you please optimize this one thing.

(This is said as a friendly jibe, but with the bite of kids who constantly talk shit to each other).

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Prophetic Dreams of the Raven Queen

In the D&D Campaign I’m running right now, one of my players is a Warlock in service to the Raven Queen. The Raven Queen had need of an agent in his place and so her power showed him hints at the greater plot. There’s a lot of metaphor wrapped in these, a reflection of both an inability to grasp the plans of a Goddess and the goddess’ unwillingness to be straightforward.

Dreams in Metaphor:

After your Raven returns to you, and you can finally sleep peacefully in the night again, you fall deeply. And you dream: A dragon sits atop a hoard in a vast and hazy cave. The dragon is pitch black of midnight. The hoard screams in torment. You are among the coins. You are a coin. Idly, the dragon breathes its fire upon some chosen coins. They are forged anew. You watch for millennia, in the way of dreams. Any who dare to touch the hoard or hold back the coins are obliterated by the dragon. But slowly over time, one invader is not obliterated. It is small and almost beneath notice. It digs tunnels into the cave, but it does not take coins. You cannot see what it is, but there is power behind its intent. Slowly it is making the walls brittle. Perhaps one day it will think itself a King and try to take the hoard. On that day, the dragon will obliterate it like all the other intruders. You watch from the hoard. Idly the dragon breathes its fire upon you. You awaken to your raven standing over you, examining you curiously.

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Undermining operations

Terra Firma Mining Corporation, LTD

Internal memo only

******WARNING THE FOLLOWING CONTENTS ARE CLASSIFIED ε5

******UNAUTHORIZED VIEWING WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE TERMINATION

The following briefing has been assembled for the viewing of Executive Director and higher.

Please be aware that our efforts to mine titanium deposits in the Johannesburg DMZ are currently being disrupted by an ongoing terrorist operation. Current intel points toward a heavily armed PMC, Lionguard, being brought on to foment chaos amidst the process chain. They have sent a team of black ops mercenaries colloquially calling themselves “The Morlocks”. Sometimes called the “Mole Men” by our own agents.

The following is what we can tell about their gear and tactics.

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Fallen Justice

A cut scene or perhaps music video. More for describing an active scene than fleshing a narrative:

 

They sit in a dark warehouse. They sit over a vat of some kind of bubbling goo. One of them cackles silently and claps another one on the back. Undertones of the slow build of the song begin. A brief camera shot shows someone tiny and vulnerable in a cage under a table.

Suddenly there is a bass drop and crash and a hole opens in the ceiling. 

The goons look over, confused, weapons begin to come out.

A woman floats gently down- 

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Libram Allurus

An accounting of items which may be acquired by those with the power to do so:

 

“Red Thread” (Sword): Though only for a moment, our fates were tied together.

“Reflected Glory” (Auto Rifle): When the smoke clears, all that matters is being on the side that’s still standing.

“The Tables” (Grenade Launcher): Well, well… look who just turned up.

“Tourniquet” (Solar Scout Rifle): When you need to stop the bleeding… permanently.

“Tenuous Grasp” (Gauntlets): Barely holding on is still holding on. Those with the courage to fight never stop holding on.

“Flame’s Roiling Heart” (Chest Armor): Twisting beyond comprehension, it burns all the brighter to light the way in the darkness. Never fully trusted, never to go dark- the heart of life itself.

“Lost Treads” (Legs Armor): The remote places are strong: hard packed, well worn, tested and tried by time. How much stronger, then, those that tread there?

“Spider’s Eye” (Gauntlets): I like to keep my feelers out there. You never know where something valuable will show.

“Crystalline Monocle” (Helmet): A focused light will blaze a trail that none my bar. It will burn away all that impedes until it is successful, or it is extinguished.

“Hydrophobic Stasis Plate” (Chest Armor): Yeah? You spend two days underwater, wondering which of the tiny drips in your suit will be the one that drowns you and see if you don’t get an upgrade!

“Talkative Node” (Shotgun): That one is always overwhelming.  Sends out enough data to crash a whole system.

A hit

People underestimate the value of a good checklist.  A good checklist is the difference between getting your man, and forgetting to recheck the razor wire.  Some stupid rabbit had nearly given the game away.  Now it was busy filling my belly instead of thwarting my plans.   Per the checklist, there was nothing to do now but wait.  A few spell scrolls kept me from eating raw rabbit in my perch and from needing an exposing fire.  The sun was beginning to set and my prey would be approaching shortly.

“One errant comment!  One errant comment and she destroyed half of my lands!”

“Apparently she thinks my business is ‘amoral’, and she also thinks she’s got the right to do something about it.”

I pride myself on not being easy to contact, but the coalition of landed barons and wealthy industrialists bankrolling this job caught my interest.  Money is key when you’re trying to get someone to take on the greatest mage in four generations.  And preparation is key when you’re the magically stunted assassin who happens to be the only one capable of taking her on. Continue reading “A hit”

Game night

I’ve been kicking around an idea for a web-series about the mundane as fantastical.  This is the pilot episode-

Main credits follow MARK from the mail room up through a typical office building

Interior: Office building, board room. Two men and a woman sit around an office table. MARK from the mail room enters, drops off a letter, and sits down at the table. From the head of the table, FRANK grabs the letter and speaks to the others, everyone speaks very excitedly.

FRANK

Okay people, the CEO just sent the word down. The new logo isn’t synergizing with our corporate message branding. We’re going to need to brainstorm some tweaks that might help round out our core demographic appeal. Continue reading “Game night”