In my concern about the recklessness implied by an eagerness to explore the internet, I somehow managed to completely overlook that I was escorting two intellectuals and bibliophiles into a city library. Despite the lure of the unfamiliar and tantalizing internet, I lost them completely when they...
2020-07-16 01:38:29 +0000 UTC View Post"Taylor. Calm down."
"That's easy for you to say," I respond plaintively. "You don't even know the dangers you have no defense against here."
"You could enlighten me," Naxylotriam responds.
How do I do that without f...
2020-07-11 12:27:11 +0000 UTC View PostAs Naxylotriam retrieves me from Eranil Thumblethumper something or other... from his teaching tent, I'm suddenly reminded that I haven't eaten since breakfast. "So... how long before I disappear?" I ask.
"The magic used to anchor you here past your initial manifest...
2020-07-06 13:14:09 +0000 UTC View PostThe sound of conversations, ware hawking, dray animals, and bustle were a sussurant backdrop to what the dig team was coming to refer to as Muckertown. It was a tongue in cheek nod to the scornful nickname 'mucker' that the orc tribes of the swamps had for archaeologists in general; th...
2020-07-03 20:40:09 +0000 UTC View PostBy sunset I'm well and truly sick of walking. My calves feel like they're on fire, and the soles of my feet feel like they've been beaten into pudding. "Alright, seafood deluxe on the way," I say as I use Magnificent Mansion. With how Naxylotriam has been unwilling to discuss concrete details whi...
2020-06-30 10:29:04 +0000 UTC View PostI'd been peripherally aware of the fact that I'm not what anyone would think of as physically fit. Today's little march through the swamp, however, fairly well illustrated to me just how far from it I am. Even with my energy restoration ability-- and I need to think of something to call it that d...
2020-06-27 01:34:46 +0000 UTC View PostI emerge from the fetid water and wipe the runoff from my eyes. It smells terrible. My first view of the valley is a field of muddy browns with scattered greens in spiny jags that make them look not at all touchable. Thin, nasty weeds stick up from the murky water, surrounded by tiny b...
2020-06-23 00:45:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe feel of the cavern is different when I arrive this time; there's a buzzing sensation across my skin as I come to awareness of my surroundings. The smell of the cavern is more visceral, and intense. Moss, damp earth, damp stone, and something that brings to mind starchy roots invade my senses,...
2020-06-19 03:17:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe stabbing, shrieking pain in my arm has died down to a jarring throbbing that flares in time to my pulse by the time I'm back at St. Bosco's. I don't really feel the cold but I'm sort of sluggish by the time I get there, and both those factors strike me as probably not good. I knock on the doo...
2020-06-19 03:14:48 +0000 UTC View PostMy nap is fitful and restless; for some unfathomable reason I don't see Naxylotriam. I nap, and wake, and nap a little longer, unable to stay asleep and unable to stay awake. I dream of tall, skinny bald men chasing me through a maze of junk, metal edges and rebar catching on my sleeves and pants...
2020-06-14 23:59:08 +0000 UTC View PostInterlude C
"Hello, Colin," a digitized voice announced, cutting into his attention. Under ordinary circumstances, Colin might have resented the interruption. This, however, was someone whose values reflected his own more than a little, something of a kindred spirit-- and who Mouse Protect...
Chapter Fifteen
I've never personally been to the junkyard before. From what I've overhead through students gossipping at other desks during Mr. Gladly's class, it's a cheap place to find parts for virtually anything mechanical if one has the time and interest. And doesn't mind wandering t...
Space-time is like a crystal. I've spent a lifetime proving it; it has a flow of development, a source it springs from. It's a multilayered, multidimensional object, but the natural architecture of spacetime itself crystalized from a sort of flashpoint we once thought of as the big bang.
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Today is the thirtieth of March. Online, I see tense, slightly anxious jokes about what may come in April, May, and further on into what many are starting to see as the Year of Disaster. It's a grim humor, a joke told with a wince, and each accompanying laugh is laced with nervousness, because it...
2020-03-31 00:29:10 +0000 UTC View PostThis is an inherently terrifying article for me to write. When I came down sick almost two weeks ago, all the symptoms paraded across my mind with the current thing on everyone's minds: Coronavirus.
I learned a lot about coronaviruses. A whole family of respiratory infections including th...
Chapter Four
Precept Gaxter came back over, and grabbed Gretchen not particularly gently by the chin, turning her face to the right and left. "Hmf. You've been practicing here for four fortnights and haven't gotten a mark on your face?"
"I've split my lip, my brow, cuts over my che...
Chapter Twenty-two: Inopinatum Liberandum
I'm invisible before I even hit the rooftop I'm dropped over; Ordis tags tags eleven people inside forty-eight meters red within two seconds of my feet touching the concrete. There's a lot of armed men here, and alert enough to consider them hostil...
They creep up on you.
Noticing that I haven't posted anything directly to the Patreon in a couple months, and felt a little ashamed of myself. But then, so much has happened and I barely keep up with regular writing.
Feeling doubts creep in.
Thinking to myself, do people actu...
I am an evolutionary throwback. It's not easy for me to admit this to myself; I'm proud of my mind, as it is the tool that best serves me and will stay sharp the longest as I age. But there is no permanence, and all tools dull, chip, and break in the fullness of time. And my mind is the result of ...
2018-08-28 13:07:23 +0000 UTC View PostIn the dead of night, you hear things you don't by day. Part of it is the lack of light; you notice more of what your ears are telling you when there's nothing visual to distract you. Part of it is that caveman that lets within us, the lizard hind brain, call it whatever you like. The part that kn...
2018-08-23 09:42:58 +0000 UTC View PostWarning: unpleasant ahead. Animal testing is exceedingly disturbing even relatively sanitized like this, but it's also a vital component of modern medicine. Interlude A: Soft Sell As he, Armsmaster, and the new cape waited for the inevitable filling out of electronic paperwork, Robin took the ti...
2018-06-22 08:46:47 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Three: Caveat Amicus I have one flaw above most others: I want to know more. The Lotus has scolded me over it; Ordis has expressed frustration. Simaris and Cephalon Suda have repeatedly touted it as one of my redeeming qualities but it prompts me to sometimes hesitate when I should act, to ...
2018-06-16 23:06:56 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Two: Quis Custodiet Ipsos Custodes I eye the breads dubiously. "Are you sure these are actually safe to eat, Ordis?" "Analysis of the foodstuffs suggest high caloric density, along with complex proteins and simpler amino acids generated by yeasts. The caloric density is mitigated, how...
2018-06-13 18:04:31 +0000 UTC View PostChapter One: Exquirere Cognitionem Of everything I would have guessed to get in my way, I should have supposed that the language would be the first. "Ordis, can you decipher a thing they're saying?" Ordis's answer is anything but comforting. "I do not have enough data, Operator. From my prelimin...
2018-06-06 09:27:10 +0000 UTC View PostPrologue: Itinerantur Interruptus Blue and grey. Calming, relaxing colors, like the supposed tones of a storm cloud. I've seen holovids of them, in old Orokin archives extracted from some forgotten derelict overrun with Infested. I don't know how much veracity to credit those old files, though-- t...
2018-05-30 09:16:43 +0000 UTC View PostRight, so there is a medical thing in the family coming up that I need to devote attention to; I won't go into details but someone needs surgery and I will be busy in the aftermath of it. It's not a major surgery but there will be a recovery period. Expect updates to be coming slower for a month or ...
2018-05-24 16:52:30 +0000 UTC View PostHarken to my words, ye now, as we rest on the knuckle of Tyey Malaaq, gathered about the daughter of Her sister, Cuix. Naltova's gifts fill our skins, as O'veednyr's grace crosses our lips and cools our brows, truly, the Four have given us Their blessings. So speak we, now in Their presence, as we r...
2018-05-16 16:42:07 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Fifty-Eight Three 5 gallon water bottles, a medium sized pot, a bag of onions, and two bags of potatoes. That's what a trio of gun toting guys took from us. In retrospect, I'm surprised they even got away with that much water. Each bottle is forty pounds full, and unless they were ...
2018-05-16 08:14:56 +0000 UTC View PostChapter Fifty-Seven I jerk awake, almost falling out of the bog chair I'm reclining in. Despite being essentially two pieces of flat lumber, one of which is sticking out of and through the other, it's far from uncomfortable. Looking around, I blink the sleep from my eyes with a barely suppressed ya...
2018-05-12 07:15:27 +0000 UTC View PostSo, occasionally my muse betrays me. I'll get an idea of the flow of events in a story, move it through interaction in the direction I plan, conversation happens, and... Then suddenly, in the flow of the writing, one of the characters does or says something that completely derails my plans. Case i...
2018-05-12 07:14:43 +0000 UTC View Post