HAPPY CAZILOR SOURCEBOOK DROP TO EVERYONE CELEBRATING

HAPPY CAZILOR SOURCEBOOK DROP TO EVERYONE CELEBRATING

SIX HUNDRED LIFES AT STAKE IT'S JUST ONE LIFE TO TAKE

THIS!

My legit first thought when I heard that line was "Huh, so they're transing Telemachus, dope"

Wolfy. The new songs in Epic. Do you have any thoughts.

I laughed when listening to Suffering because logically I knew it was probably the sirens, but my first assumption was that Telemachus was trans

There’s something terribly poetic in the inevitability of events in EPIC. The choices Odysseus is given lead to no win situations. They aren’t really choices at all.

Kill a foe’s child or witness the death of your own. Sacrifice six men or sacrifice them all. Allow your crew to starve or watch as they slaughter sacred cattle.

Sacrifice your friends, your brothers, or give up your last chance at reaching home.

In the end, the result is always the same. He destroys himself

A lot of what I write anymore is directly related to my dnd character Ithmaris so I can't exactly post them because MAJOR context will be missing, but I am really proud of some lines, so here they are:

(Note: these are from multiple pieces)

"Eyes lock on eyes, and an arrow between them."

"Fear was the sound of screams and storms."

"Ithmaris has grown up, and neither of her parents have been there to see it. She wonders if either of them would still love her."

"Time takes more memories, and she claws to hold on to the remaining scraps like a trapped animal in the death throes of starvation."

"All the same, she’d spent hours daydreaming what her father’s face would look like when he finally came home, how he would wrap the siblings in a hug warm enough to melt away the ice of Ithmaris’s skin. What a beautiful dream. What a beautiful lie."

"Solitude means tears without witnesses. Anxiety attacks without supervisors. Solitude is the verdant shoots of spring, the shining growth of summer, and the fading of autumn that allows winter to persist. Her oldest friend and most faithful tool."

"She wields a bow of starlight and can summon the might of the heavens, and yet, she is not strong enough."

"Will [love interest] always want to waste the years of her life, growing older and older, on someone who stubbornly refuses to age? "

"With one hand on the door, they look up to the silent watchers. Will the stars remember this? Will they judge her, throw down their celestial sentencing of cowardice the next time she wields their light? Her mind pleads their case to the firmament: they are not weak for this. Maybe selfish, but they are not weak for this."

"The sentencing is clear. So long she focused on staying strong, on getting stronger and yet– They are weak for this. They are weak for this."

Together they shine ✨