This is category for stories and art I make.
Argath bent his hulking body over the bench. His thick fingers were bent to the work of shaping the small pins down into place. They were to hold the ruby in its mount. The dull red gem looked like a large drop of blood frozen in motion. It contrasted with the gold wirework on the pommel.
Had a hard time concentrating today. I decided to turn that into writing about a way I will sometimes try to fight writer’s block and how weird it is. I managed to write something which feels like a victory.
This one was odd because I feel like I want to write more on it but I am not sure. I liked the notion of figuring out what to swear on.
Day 5 of my Flash Fiction February entries. The suggested prompt was “Challenge” so I went with a story about a climb in my Space Gods setting I keep revisiting.
My wings stretched as far as I could reach. I was trying to extend my glide, so I could make it to the city without too much work. I could have flapped my wings and gained altitude but that is exhausting and I was already tired. The ground was a dark blur below me like uneven ink spilled on a page. The noise blotted anything else out but my thoughts.
More flash fiction. This time I was going for more of a romance scene which is not my usual line. It is romance with superheroes. I am still a nerd.
“Time is an illusion.” Was the first words he said to me. His bright eyes smiled mischief and too much of time showed on his face. The robes marked him as an elder priest in the golden temple.
A bit of Flash Fiction set in space.
Now that I have described humans on Ballad, I think I will tackle the other races. The people of Ballad are pretty diverse. The longer lived races tend to have a large on the 1000 kingdoms. Monarchs who rule for a thousand years with no succession wars just tend to be more of a stabilizing influence.
That said, the shorter lived races tend to be more numerous and their societies tend to be more dynamic. When you don’t personally remember when the traditions and rules were made, it is sometimes easier to see why you should change them.
Let’s dig in.
This is my second article exploring the world Ballad. I am going to dig into the thing that started me thinking about the setting in the first place. I started with the notion of a setting where humans were rare and treated with distrust. This would not be unlike how Drow or Tieflings were treated in other settings. What would that kind of setting look like? A thread started by my friend Rabbit over on Twitter certainly contributed to that line of thought.
Before I dig too far in, let me address the history here.
