Tag: Daily Prompt

  • New Way/Direction

    New Way/Direction

    As you’ve noticed AJ fell off again. We had plans, we always do. We were going to rewrite The Ascendant stuff, but AJ’s already done that so many times, and she’s on a solo tabletop role playing game kick right now that leads into the writing and we’ve yet to find that perfect place to…

  • Origin Mechanic

    Origin Mechanic

    Today, I thought I’d introduce one of our Cypher System Mechanics written for Echoes. This allows the player to customize their character with some abilities they might have from their origin. i.e.: They are a vampire, or maybe they are an elf. Or maybe they’ve lived a long time and learned a lot. It’s not…

  • A Few Decisions

    A Few Decisions

    Yesterday and last night (and early this morning) AJ made a decision or a few anyway. 2. The premise of the world is there are infinite number of planes, dimensions layered on top of the world as you know it to be in the here and now. And these dimensions can cause echoes of their…

  • If I were real!!

    If I were real!!

    Okay, so I lied. We aren’t going to be posting a new story starting Monday! AJ changed her mind — again. So typical. But that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to start a new story. We are! AJ has been all “let’s publish”. And editing and working, and writing, and stuff, yeah it’s been scattered…

  • New Story

    New Story

    AJ had glorious plans to rewrite my story. There is a problem in all that and that we’ve told it and it feels confining right now, like we are doing something wrong. So AJ kinda wants to take a step back and not make any changes to my story thus far. A reasonable effort, but…

  • Angel


    al’Zand curled up tighter into his bedroll clutching his head. The pain had subsided, but the conversation behind him ate at his conscious. He had messed up something. Something was wrong. Ghosts and darkness ebbed and flowed at his perpherials. 

  • Research


    It wasn’t hard to find the guild house. It wasn’t too far from the Sacred Horses. After insuring that his follower had been evaded Hadril made his way into the confines of the guild house of the Macabre Genesis. The building was a three story discreetly set building along the main drag of the Dock…

  • Missing Compatriots

    Missing Compatriots

    Miranda came stomping in and ae’Nyx didn’t answer his question. Though Miranda was grumpy and she felt different. A bit darker then when she came. Alushtas just shrugs.

  • New Power

    New Power

    Miranda’s thoughts ranged from how she could extract revenge on al’Zand, how to find Rosana again, or should she even, why did she care to how she could free her self from her patron?

  • The Cursed Morning

    The Cursed Morning

    Rain woke me up kicking my feet and I groaned with pain. “Ow. My fucking head.” I curled up in my bedroll again

  • Missing Compatriots

    Missing Compatriots

    The boys slept and Alushtas fell into a soft slumber himself. The women never returned. No footsteps padded across the floor in the middle of the night. The world woke with a new dawn and Alushtas was awake with the crowing of the far off rooster. 

  • Renewed Vigor

    Renewed Vigor

    Miranda followed Rosana until she slipped down the dark alleyway. The darkness obscured her vision, but the woman just vanished from sight. 

  • Changeling


    Down the stairs and out into the night, Rosana ran. It wasn’t exactly fleeing, but she had what she needed and the boy didn’t matter.

  • Pissed Off and Following

    Pissed Off and Following

    When noone fell for her dramatics Miranda was more upset than she had pretended to be. Never once had her attempts to manipulate a man failed so spectacularly as they had just then. al’Zand had only eyes for the boy — they all did and it irked her beyond recognition.

  • Dreaming of My Queen

    Dreaming of My Queen

    Sleep came and so did the dreams. And for once Alushtas was more than grateful to relay the message.

  • Hands on

    Hands on

    The vial was the only thing that Rosana had eyes for. The murky mixture smelled of herbs. She watched al’Zand carefully but it didn’t seem to have any visible effects. 

  • Into Dreamland

    Into Dreamland

    ae’Nyx handed him the vial and then pretended to go to sleep. It was a feint of embarrassment or anxiousness but I held the vial in my fingers and watched the slow change in ae’Nyx’s breathing. The rise and fall of his chest slowed to sleep and he was taken into oblivion.

  • Sleep


    What an interesting group! So much fun.

  • Feelings…


    al’Zand was being a prick. Well not really. Just wasn’t playing along. But Rosana was easy t o manipulate — easy to toy with so she did. That was her thing after all. al’Zand was too occupied with the boy. 

  • Deepening Sadness

    Deepening Sadness

    His eyes were bewitching me. I couldn’t think about anything else. Miranda ushered us off and I didn’t protest. She was getting bossy. No more bossier than usual but it was starting to irk me.

  • What’s the Game?

    What’s the Game?

    Miranda wouldn’t take no for an answer. She ushered us all up the stairs and into their very spacious room. I didn’t have time to protest and when I opened my mouth Miranda just smiled and pressed a finger to my lips., leaned in and whispered, “We all want something here.”