doitsu-geist

Foreword: I am a traveling scribe who makes physical the stories of people in this world who can not do so for themselves. I write these stories as I hear them, and nothing more. Dak Shoshk I invited this good natured half-orc to have dinner with me at a local pub. He had been blind for a few years, but somehow managed to get around fine. I asked him to tell me his story in exchange for dinner. He spoke to me casually while munching and slurping his meal as if his story was normal. My earliest memories were with my human mother. She would always tell me how much she loved me. She treated me as any other human mother would treat her human ch

Here's a word game I thought of! going from letter A to however far you can go, make 3 word phrases into 4 line stanzas, like this example An apple appears beneath broken branches. Can creatures calmly dine denying dangers? Even eternal earth fears forgotten fiends. Grotesque ghastly ghouls hinder her health. Incomplete instances initiate jagged jawed jargon. Kitchen kings kiss lazily lying lions. Notice how the last stanza didn't make total sense? This is when you've lost / need to stop.