I know you’re not really the type to actually listen–let alone answer–but… ugh, I can’t believe I’m actually praying to you right now. How fucking desperate must I be, right? The forest gave way to open fields, and in the distance, a village. Over the gates, the Queen’s banners flapped in the cold wind. But… …
Category: Brute Squad
My writing related to ‘The Brute Squad’, a weekly D&D game.
The session logs (Chapters) are mostly posted here for my own use. They probably won’t make any sense to anyone outside the player group. The interludes are other works I write, mostly about my character. They are more self-contained and do not require as much knowledge about the game.
Interlude: Memories
What the fuck are you supposed to be? Unbidden, and unwanted, an old memory surfaced. Naeris gritted their teeth and gripped the reins a little harder. Hey, pyrite-brain, say that again and you’ll lose some fucking teeth. Tusk. Even as a kid, she was willing to throw down with adults to stand up for herself …
Interlude: Chance Encounters
Turnip kept a close eye on the fruit-vendor as they scurried through the crowded streets. A maid from one of the noble houses would be passing this way soon, and she always stopped to pick up a fresh orange. Cobbles said that the fruit-vendor was sweet on the maid, and that meant her otherwise watchful …
Interlude: Transcript QB-3
The Assistant Archivist paused between papers. She’d been given a simple task–collate, index, and store transcriptions from interviews with field agents from the war. It had a been a long, boring process–she wasn’t allowed to read them, just note who the interview was with, the date it occurred, and then file it away for archival. …
Interlude: A Message of Unknown Provenance
CW: Insects
Interlude: A Friendly Warning
The cold cobblestones and slick roofs sped by underfoot as Naeris slipped through the sleeping city. Magically dampened footfalls barely registered to even the keenest observer as the elf wove their way towards their destination. Naeris stopped only to pet an overly familiar cat; a long-time casual acquaintance on nights like this. Naeris came to …
Interlude: Just Part of the Job
Lord Quirion Naïlo listened intently to Lady Avagond as she regaled him with news from the last week. Lord Naïlo always listened intently, with a slight nod here and there, and the right noises of questioning and interest. A non-answer to a question, perfectly timed, to keep the conversation flowing. A sly wink here, with …
Interlude: Old Friends
Naeris watched as Wolf-Puncher told the tale of how she earned her name. The assembled children had never looked so engrossed; so excited. They would be buzzing about this day for weeks. Naeris smiled, a little sadly, and slipped out into the hallway. In their office, they removed the heavy pouch of coin from their …
Interlude: Nightmares
CW: Insects