CRInktober 2019 Day 18: Stars

Somehow the stars look different out here compared to back home.
Is it the angle, not from out your bedroom window?
Is it cause the sea isn’t there to reflect them back?
Or are the stars the same as always, it’s just the eyes looking at them that are different now?

CRInktober 2019 Day 17: X-over

“You remind me of some other adventurers I know. They were bumblefucks, too.”
Adventurers from Wildemount, come back with Allura.
The monk has a bit of a chip on her shoulder, but it probably used to be bigger.
The paladin is quiet, polite, and taken says the cleric’s eyes.
The other cleric…well, he may be the calmest seen in a long time.
A goblin as rogue? Something else there?
And the wizard. Serious to a fault. Just a sliver like-
“But don’t worry. I excel in finding just what you need. Welcome to Gilmore’s Glorious Goods! Let’s talk shop.”

CRInktober 2019 Day 16: Romance

It was the last thing you wanted.
You were bent on getting to the Academy, getting trained up, and making Vandran proud.

A new-to-the-world Tiefling, with a phallis fixation, was only someone to look out for. Nothing else.
Bad enough when she started looking at ya.
Worse when she started talking like THAT to ya.

This is not what you wanted.

But you start looking at her when she ain’t looking.
Start liking what you see. Really see.
And you start saying little stuff around.
You don’t know when it happened.
You were too busy fighting it.

It was the last thing you wanted.
But it just might want you.

CRInktober 2019 Day 15: Self-insert NPC

She jumps as she receives the message, sloshing her drink.
Some calculations, yes, she can be in Nicodranas by then.
She grabs her things and collects her horse.
It’s a little rough going but she’s leaving and not coming into the Empire, she makes it on time.
She’s anxious to show them her work on their story.
But she never expected to meet a famous
courtesan.
Even less to discover they need her help,
“Just a quick trip to Rexxentrum.”

CRInktober 2019 Day 14: Dresses

You had last worn one, back then.
Before you lost yourself.
Hideous doesn’t deserve finery.
Best not to be looked at,
Keep to the shadows.

Was it the acceptance of your husband?
The growing power of your Caleb?
Or just you, making the choice?

CRInktober 2019 Day 13: Environment

For you to grow as you should.
It might not be being in the right city.
Or the right profession.
It can be the friends you choose to have.
They can be as the soil, sun, and rain.
They can shield you from the ill winds of others.
You grow with them surrounding you.

CRInktober 2019 Day 12: Pride

Caduceus pours the water into the pot; his staff underneath begins to heat it.
“Pride is the double edge sword.”
He crushes the flowers and lets them fall into the pot.
“It can keep you from hearing the words you need to hear.”
He blows into the cups to clear them and sets them next to the pot.
“It can keep you from seeing things for how they are, or are going to be.”
The water now hot enough, he pours the tea into the cups.
“It can seem like your best asset. Always at your side.”
He looks up at the stars, listening to the insects.
“But it can also be a good thing. It can protect you from those who would use or work against you. From those you want, or need, to make you feel less than what you truly are.”
With a smile, Caduceus hands a cup to Fjord.
“Pride can be the crutch. Or the walking stick. You choose.”