Irish Student studying in Aberystwyth, attempting to pave my way with pages.
Views expressed are my own, or of a sinister mirror self from outside our universe.
New short story on the substack feat. Audio and Story discussion and even a writing prompt.
BG3 background image for attention 🧠 🪱
https://t.co/jNnuSsFAvo
Dreaming out a d&d campaign called 'Urban' Warfare where the party consists of Billy Butcher (Mastermind Rogue), Éomer (Purple Dragon Knight), Dr Bones McCoy (Life Domain Cleric), Judge Dredd (Arcane Archer)...
Friend: "back on the hobgoblin ale eh?"
Options:
A: "oh yeah. I haven't had it for a while"
B: "it's been many a moon since I've supped the Goblin milk"
As I enter my 30s it's become all too clear no one can actually stop me from saying B
@MoseyDm After nearly being one shot by a tentacle, struggling to lash empty barrels to heavy treasure chests, I barely made it out of the sinking ship riding my improvised raft. My shipmates pull up the chest. The lock had come open. It was empty.
Just saw either a crow or a raven.. With no beak. Like it was gone. It didn't seem to be in distress so maybe it was congenital and it was used to it, but it kind of blew my mind.
Any ornithologists/vets/birds following me who have experience with this kind of thing?