Mergolde had known this was a bad idea but after the fuckery that had been her life these past two years, the outcome of the time travel experiment, whether the huge payout for a success or some of the numerous risks realizing themselves, would be worth it.

Challenge: The story must feature character interaction at its heart but it must be only non-verbal communication, internal narration included. The story must include or be an action scene and a character must change for the worse. I hadn't planned on spotlighting Iazyer's backstory yet, but the third element was too perfect not to make … Continue reading FFM 2026 25: The Beginning of an End

The rabid Gheiah swiped. Steirdrar dodged, tried to get more distance, one hand desperately palming his utility belt for weapons that were not there.

The smell of Fateguiders, of a sweet fruit she later learned was called 'banana', of Hioth-Shu, of Ink'Horn, it followed Zerela as she fled, her apology probably a garbled combination of many languages rather than anything intelligible, until it no longer did.

Beyari kept her eyes out for a violet Tatarian aster as she mingled in the colorful crowd. The prospect of a face-to-face meeting with an armorsmith she had looked up to and messaged with for most of her armorsmithing career was getting more and more daunting the longer she was at the conference and not just because soon said armorsmith could see her work with their own eyes and judge her still limited skills. Or, well, she likely would not actually judge it since she knew that she was still fairly fresh out of her apprenticeship, but it was still daunting.