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musings and more

Hi friends, I’m setting up a blog to post my Flash Fiction February on, but watch this space for more things like:

  • Tabletop Gaming Content!
  • Truly Terrible Poetry!
  • Rants!
  • Short Fiction!
  • Book and Movie Reviews!

A little about me: I’m a geek, gamer, oxford comma enthusiast, and data worker in Portland, OR. I hold a bachelor of music in contemporary vocal performance. Creating is my passion, whether it is a written story, vocal or theatrical performance, art, or knitted item. I’m always looking to expand my scope of information, play more D&D, and get more tattoos.

Fun fact: my first hit writing piece was a short comic about my second grade class guinea pigs, and my parents have never let me live it down.

Welcome to the nonsense, and thank you for being here.

Stay afraid, but do it anyway.

Carrie Fisher

vampires! business! romance!

Have you ever wondered about the more mundane days of an immortal vampire? Do you have fond memories of a local community center? Have you, perhaps, watched too many episodes of What We Do in the Shadows in a row? Well I’ve got a new game for you!

My new game (and community copies) are available over on itch.io, I wrote this for Valentine’s Day this year, but inopportune power outages and a giant ice storm cut into my self-promo and I spent the tail end of February cleaning up after that whole mess! So here it is now, I guess this speed-dating vampire game is good for any day you decide to make Date Night!

https://xtinasmash.itch.io/networking-and-lovebites

flash fiction 2021

Trying again on Flash Fiction February, last year I only ended up posting two pieces. I’m going to set the bar really low and try for three this year. Hot writing take here: you only have to be better than your past self. This short fiction is based on a game I played over the weekend, this one goes out to the crew of the Hawk’s Nest.

time

They say it’s lonely out here in the void. I don’t think they were counting on a ship full of kittens to keep them company! Stirring the soup for tonight’s crew dinner, I keep finding tiny balls of fluff in my way. The pile of leeks in front of me mews uncharacteristically, and I shift them aside to reveal Sif, a puffball of white with wide blue eyes. Vegetable clippings stick in her tufty fur and fall onto the floor as I place her on my shoulder. 

“At least I know where she is now,” I think to myself, starting to hum a tune as the veggies fall into cubes under my chef’s blade. Sif mewls in protest, then settles in a ball on the crook of my shoulder. Our newest crew member was able to charm the shopkeeper on-world to sell her some cheese at a discount, I think even the Captain will enjoy tonight’s fare. 

Another soft mew as I dunk potato slices into the waiting broth. Baldur awaits any snips of cheese at my feet, tail twitching but eyes focused on the wax-wrapped treat. Hel, his shadow, is nowhere to be seen. My eyes flick to the vent covering nearest the door, and see a flash of blue eyes disappear behind the slats. There she is. I keep stirring, a savory scent wafting through the galley, surely carrying through the ship.

After dinner, my lover watches my work as she rocks the kittens to sleep in the hydroponic garden. They love her muscular arms and curl up, tiny dandelion puffs of joy. I plant flowers among the vegetables that feed the crew. I like watching something beautiful bloom in the vastness of space.

my first itch.io game!

When I was a kid, my aunt and her girlfriend lived on the other side of the country, and my mom, sister, and I would fly to North Carolina to spend the summer with them. I loved the south, the sticky sweetness of the Krispy Kreme donuts, the sun brewed tea, and best of all: the fireflies! Magic. The story of my first itch.io game isn’t about my southern summers though: it was born in the car on the way to our red-eye flight. My dad was driving, my sister and mom were in the backseat resting before the flight. I was wide awake in the passenger seat at 1 am, cataloguing the books I would read on the flight when a barn owl swooped in front of the car. My dad pointed it out to me, and said, “you know, witches, brujas, turn into owls and steal souls. That was one of those witches out hunting!” I laughed, and went back to my books, never really thinking anything of it.

As an adult though, and searching desperately for any connections to the culture that had been assimilated away by design, I came across the story of La Lechuza. She is a witch that punishes people, takes children, strikes fear into drunkards, and haunts those who have done wrong. An encounter with her can mean death, and one of the ways to get rid of her is to loudly swear in her direction. It made me remember my dad’s story of the soul-stealing brujas that took to the sky in the skins of owls. Doing more digging, I found out that the owl was a messenger to Xibalba in Mesoamerican tales, and as many Mexican folklore, the story of the owl brujas has pre-colonial roots. This led to more reading into this folklore, so resilient even after time and pressure to forget.

All of this to say: if you want to experience a night in the wilds running from La Lechuza herself, I have just the game for you, over at https://xtinasmash.itch.io/la-lechuza. One word of warning…it is said that if you think too much about her, you can invoke her presence. If you hear a cry outside your window, or a whistling behind you, best get inside out of view of the sky. You never know what might be swooping behind the clouds…

heart of the house

I was so completely gratified to be a part of the team that delved deep into what it means for a house to be haunted, what holds souls to a place, and what putting such an entity to rest looks like. The chills are real, the spooks are multi-faceted, and I will forever be gleeful about the amount of hidden twists and turns we were able to fit into this!

I worked on five rooms, and am most proud of Saxtus, the unsettling gravedigger. He will give you a low bow, tip his hat, then steal any bones he can get his hands on.

https://www.dmsguild.com/product/331842/The-Heart-of-the-House

Lost Omens: Legends!

Y’all, I was so thrilled to join in on this project detailing lore and connections of interesting and important characters all across Golarion. My first long-running TTRPG game was Pathfinder, and my reckless dwarven fighter Darion had incredible adventures in the world that I got to write for!

I was honored to write lore for the Linnorm King White Estrid. She’s a certifiable badass, and bringing her kingdom and policies to the page fulfilled multiple loves for me: warrior gals and politics! I was especially excited to see the amount of queer representation on the pages of my fellow contributors’ submissions, and even though I mostly lurked on the Discord, I loved seeing everyone’s creative processes and passion for the world.

Check out Lost Omens: Legends here! https://paizo.com/products/btq0225l?Pathfinder-Lost-Omens-Legends

new release for Odysseys & Overlords!

Is your OSR party full of thieves and scoundrels? Do they need a place to crash in between shady jobs or pick up something new? I’ve got you covered with this wicked little town. I had fun with the concept of criminals with a very deep-seeded cultural code of conduct. Enjoy, and go forth into the night, rogues!

https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/304569/Chandras-Haven-Ferrets-Den

time

You turn to the side, your face meeting the cool surface of the unused area of pillow. Light streams in through your window, filtered by the night fog. Or is it the morning fog? Your hand twitches, begging to escape the warmth of the blankets. Bidding your brain to quiet, you roll onto your hands. Using your body as a shield to the urge to check.

What time is it?

How much longer can you rest?

If you sleep now, will you get the recommended time. Let’s calculate back…wait. Stop. No. Quiet your mind.

A field fills your mind. The person you have been occupying your thoughts with on the other side. His hair is freshly dyed, his eyes smile. You begin to drift into peaceful…

Your alarm rings.

space

Domi stretches. Muscles flex, release, and pull ribs wide, then collapse close together, tines on a fork all in a row. Their eyes sweep over the flight controls, collecting the data they need to analyze how many more isolated breaths they can take until their lungs begin to burn with underutilization. Domi has trained for this scenario, the sensation of breathlessness a familiar one. Runners did this all the time, ferrying messages across treaty lines to those who needed them the most. Notifications of food shipments in one system could have massive implications in another. Knowledge of troop movement was standard as well. This though, this is more specialized. And this is Domi’s first direct contact with the other side. Flex. Release. Breathe.

Two minutes. Where is the damn contact? The thought drifts through Domi’s mind as they begin to stretch out their shoulders, holding one arm to their chest with the other, wincing as the joint satisfyingly popped, a soft sound swallowed by the blips and whirrs of the pod control panel. Recalling their training, Domi begins to shallow their breaths, and flicks the temperature control switch down another notch. Hell, they can take two. Delicate clouds form and dissipate under their nose as the short puffs of breath meet the cold air. They let their mind wander back to their body’s response to their breath, trying to become aware of the cold air traveling through their sinuses, warming, making its way to their lungs. Savoring the feeling of their chest barreling with each draw. Domi’s hands dance from the controls to their orders. 

Meet Serpentine contact in the shadow of the Diora Line. Ghost out and wait to pass the enclosed. Do not connect to any port, you must not be followed. Return in one piece. May all the stars light you home.

Daring a sigh, Domi attempts nonchalance in the pod seat, a hard plastic, sterile in use and construction. This Serpentine better show their scales soon, or they would have to pry the data stick from Domi’s corpse. Domi tries not to check the oxygen gauge, focusing instead on ticking their fingers up and down and one by one, keeping the digits mobile in the cold. Their lungs begin to prickle, and Domi represses the urge to bug their eyes and gulp the air. Lids slide closed and Domi imagines slipping their mind into an envelope, the envelope falling into the wrong hands. All their memories of the Runners, their training, past missions they flew, the taste of cafe de olla. A sharp hiss interrupts Domi’s thoughts, and their eyes fly open. A short tube has connected to the entrance to their pod, lights indicating a successful traction seal. Domi flicks the switch, and the doors slide open, revealing their contact. A blast of oxygenated air hits their face, and they lap it up like water. Flex. Release. Smiling, Domi slides over the data stick. 

Breathe.

want a free encounter for d&d?

I needed a supplement for my Tyranny of Dragons campaign when my players went off the path into the Trollclaws…so what better than a dragon, a magical trap, and…tic-tac-toe? I figured I would share this here so you can see the chaos DM at work, and maybe challenge your players as well!

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