Still Not Active

Still Not Active

Clearly. But I have been working on the campaign that I run every weekend for my family! It's a homebrewed version of the world of Lore from DragonFable. Things have been going pretty alright? But I still have no idea where I'm taking the story so I'm trying to work on all that stuff today. Even when I don't have the energy to play that game, I'm still so obsessed with the world. smh

Break time

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

Hey guys, I’ve got this weeks draft finished I just haven’t had a chance to edit it yet.

I’ll be getting the next part posted tonight after I’m off work. Thanks for the patience. (:

Prompt - "I never planned to stop making memories with you."

The sun had just begun to set over Falconreach and a dark mass of storm clouds loomed on the horizon. The usually cheery town was quiet this evening as the folk mourned the loss of one of their own. Behind the inn a remembrance ceremony had just begun to wrap up and people began to disperse, leaving Velyn alone with the newly carved statue of Serenity; The once owner of the inn, and Velyn’s wife of one year, three weeks and two days. 

“I,” Velyn began, but their voice broke and they had to swallow hard before making another attempt.

“Excuse me,” came a voice from behind Velyn, “I’m so sorry to bother you now, but..”

With a shaky inhale Velyn stood, then turned toward the speaker and smiled. 

“What’s going on, Spruce?”

“Oh!” Spruce gasped as the weight of the door shifted and almost closed on the green moglin.

Velyn quickly walked over and opened the door.

“Thanks Velyn,” Spruce said, looking up at the other, then into the Inn at the crowded common room. 

“It’s just, most of the peoples here, they lost their homes and, the inn’s one of the last buildings standing, but..” The moglin let out a sigh. “I’m struggling with keeping up with all the commotion and there’s another haunting upstairs.”

“Oh,” Velyn said, “I can help out with the haunting at least.”

“Would you please, Velyn?” Spruce asked, “I would be so grateful.”

Forty minutes later, Velyn stood scratching their head and looking around the attic. They had been searching everywhere but had yet to find any evidence of a haunting. 

“Am I just not looking hard enough for you?” Velyn asked, exasperated.

A small orb of bright white light began to swirl around Velyn, causing them to jump back and shout in alarm. They had drawn their sword but the orb practically exploded, blinding white light clouding Velyn’s vision. As the light slowly dimmed Velyn prepared to launch at their enemy but once they could clearly see the foe, the sword dropped from their hand.

“S…Se…,” they whispered, “Serenity..?”

There in front of Velyn stood the spectral from of Serenity, a small hopeful smile on her lips. She looked how she did the last time they had seen each other, before she had been turned into Caitiff. 

“I knew you could do it..” She spoke softly, smiling wider. “Now listen to me Velyn, before I go.”

Velyn dropped to their knees, right hand clasped tight over their mouth to deafen the sound of their sobs as they nodded.

“No matter how difficult things may seem, no matter the hardships life will put you through,” She began, “No matter how many people will depend on you, you will come through. Failing is a part of life, my love. Your mistakes shape you, but they don’t define who you will become. Because you, Velyn… are you. You are the hero. So don’t mourn the mistakes. Move on. Learn from them. And… Thank you so much for our time together… No matter how brief it was, it was the best time of my life…”

“I-” Velyn choked back a sob, “I love you so much… As a hero I’m supposed to try to always have a plan but… I never planned to stop making memories with you…”

“I know my little raven… I love you too,” Serenity said, her smile growing sad, “Don’t try to bring me back. Goodbye.” 

With that she faded once more into the small orb of light before vanishing from the room. 

Viern asleep and safe in Sunbreeze Grove recovering after having been changed into a monster against his will, suddenly cried out in anguish. Though Lady Elysia examined him as best as she could in his current state, she couldn’t find anything physically that could’ve caused the small dragon such pain.

Alright fellers

Work is pretty hectic for me right now, but I’m gonna try to follow a deadline of getting out extra bits of my fic every Sunday. I think having a deadline will convince my silly little brain to actually write when I want to.