Cinder could see the remnants of magic. It twitched in thin, fuzzy cracks from all over the alley to puddle at the place of attack. The faint, ever-present movement set her teeth on edge.
“Some sort of summoning?” Cinder muttered to herself, as she studied the malignant swirling residue.
“Not bad, for a mage.” The voice dripped with disdain and a thick Spanish accent.
Cinder whirled, her power flaring around her in a protective shield of flame.
“Nice trick.” The young street punk smirked, “but mine’s better.” Her eyes flashed as an enormous striped tabby appeared behind her, growling protectively.
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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Drabble: Just add water
Cinder gingerly picked her way down the damp alley as she tried to investigate without actually touching anything. Once she reached the edge of the blood spatter, she stopped, concentrated, and accessed her astral vision. Her eyes clouded over as the essence of the spirit world opened them to the magic planes. Cinder gasped as a wave of terror rolled over her. Blood peeled from the ground and walls to circle her, gibbering madly as it pressed closer, drawn to her lifeforce. Cinder focused her mind, holding the blood at bay as she looked past the psychic scarring for clues.
Hey the alley's damp and it's in Seattle. So as far as I'm concerned, the water has already been added.
Hey the alley's damp and it's in Seattle. So as far as I'm concerned, the water has already been added.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Drabble: Clowns
Clowns? Clowns?! Great. Clowns and Cyber-punk, heck it practically writes itself!
“Right,” Brunhilda lifted the crime scene tape, “I want you to go in, do your magical oogedy-boogedy stuff, and tell me what you learn.”
Cinder glanced down the grim alley and sighed, “Doesn’t Lone Star employ forensic mages for this?”
“I don’t trust those jerks. They act nice but then they place time-release invisibility hexes on your dress uniform.”
Cinder repressed a smirk, “Fine, but I’m still charging my full rate.”
Brunhilda engulfed her in an excited hug, “Thank you! And I’ll interrogate those locals about suspicious activity in the area.”
Cinder glanced at the group, “Those are mimes Hildy.”
“Right,” Brunhilda lifted the crime scene tape, “I want you to go in, do your magical oogedy-boogedy stuff, and tell me what you learn.”
Cinder glanced down the grim alley and sighed, “Doesn’t Lone Star employ forensic mages for this?”
“I don’t trust those jerks. They act nice but then they place time-release invisibility hexes on your dress uniform.”
Cinder repressed a smirk, “Fine, but I’m still charging my full rate.”
Brunhilda engulfed her in an excited hug, “Thank you! And I’ll interrogate those locals about suspicious activity in the area.”
Cinder glanced at the group, “Those are mimes Hildy.”
Friday, February 23, 2007
Drabble: It's a long way down
Parts I & II:
Part I:
“A disturbed killer lurking in dark shadows” Son-ja mused, “Have you contacted Raven?”
“Every time I call, her servants answer and laugh until I hang up.” Grunt’s fingers tightened, wringing a protesting squeal from the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, at 13,000 feet, resplendent in black and gold, Raven jumped from the plane and began her aerial maneuvers. She flipped and came face to face with the inscrutable Mr. Johnson, who was lounging in mid-air.
“You!” Raven spluttered angrily, as she hung immobile “Let me go!”
He shrugged and Raven found herself falling once again, minus the comforting weight of her parachute.
And since I didn't want to leave you hanging, Part II:
“Just kidding!” Raven screamed as she plummeted. She came to a sudden jerking halt, upside down and glaring at Mr. Johnson, with his bland brown hair, brown eyes and incredible aura of power.
“I have a job for you.” He smiled, laughing at her thoughts.
“I’m retired” she drawled.
He ignored her. “Keep Officer Avantegarde alive while she hunts the Kiss Killer. It should be vastly entertaining.”
“That little twit! Why I would,”
“Rather fall to your death?” he interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
“Hate to see anything too fatal happen to an old comrade” Raven finished smoothly.
Part I:
“A disturbed killer lurking in dark shadows” Son-ja mused, “Have you contacted Raven?”
“Every time I call, her servants answer and laugh until I hang up.” Grunt’s fingers tightened, wringing a protesting squeal from the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, at 13,000 feet, resplendent in black and gold, Raven jumped from the plane and began her aerial maneuvers. She flipped and came face to face with the inscrutable Mr. Johnson, who was lounging in mid-air.
“You!” Raven spluttered angrily, as she hung immobile “Let me go!”
He shrugged and Raven found herself falling once again, minus the comforting weight of her parachute.
And since I didn't want to leave you hanging, Part II:
“Just kidding!” Raven screamed as she plummeted. She came to a sudden jerking halt, upside down and glaring at Mr. Johnson, with his bland brown hair, brown eyes and incredible aura of power.
“I have a job for you.” He smiled, laughing at her thoughts.
“I’m retired” she drawled.
He ignored her. “Keep Officer Avantegarde alive while she hunts the Kiss Killer. It should be vastly entertaining.”
“That little twit! Why I would,”
“Rather fall to your death?” he interrupted with a raised eyebrow.
“Hate to see anything too fatal happen to an old comrade” Raven finished smoothly.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Drabble: Forget something?
I'm only posting two in one day because I got so very far behind. What can I say? These are difficult to write without the source material. However, thanks to a successful ninja mission the story can continue and I'll stop getting emails asking about it. Yeah for everyone!!
“It’s Hildy.” Grunt sighed, “She’s determined to be the lead on a case.”
“Lone Star has allowed this?” Son-ja asked.
“Her Daddy’s a suit.” Grunt grimaced “She’s taken the Kiss Killer case.”
“You think she’s in danger?”
“I think Seattle’s in danger.”
“Grunt,” Son-ja said patiently, “True, Brunhilda is young and inexperienced, but this may help her realize her full potential. Fledglings must be given the chance to fly.”
“Huh,” the orc grunted, “Have you forgotten the last time she tried to fly?”
Son-ja cringed, “Oh yes. That was messy.”
“Good thing it was only a two story roof.”
“It’s Hildy.” Grunt sighed, “She’s determined to be the lead on a case.”
“Lone Star has allowed this?” Son-ja asked.
“Her Daddy’s a suit.” Grunt grimaced “She’s taken the Kiss Killer case.”
“You think she’s in danger?”
“I think Seattle’s in danger.”
“Grunt,” Son-ja said patiently, “True, Brunhilda is young and inexperienced, but this may help her realize her full potential. Fledglings must be given the chance to fly.”
“Huh,” the orc grunted, “Have you forgotten the last time she tried to fly?”
Son-ja cringed, “Oh yes. That was messy.”
“Good thing it was only a two story roof.”
Drabble: Hitchhiker
The lonely slap of sandals against pavement echoed across the deserted street as Son-ja jogged her fifth mile in the early morning gloom. Behind her, a car eased out of a side street and rolled gently towards the samurai dwarf. Without breaking stride, Son-ja opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
“Hello, friend Grunt. You need assistance?” Son-ja greeted the driver as she folded herself into a lotus position.
Behind the wheel, a massive green orc in a three piece suit grinned, showing his many teeth.
“I’d ask how you knew, but you won’t tell me,” he smiled.
“Hello, friend Grunt. You need assistance?” Son-ja greeted the driver as she folded herself into a lotus position.
Behind the wheel, a massive green orc in a three piece suit grinned, showing his many teeth.
“I’d ask how you knew, but you won’t tell me,” he smiled.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Background
I thought it might be nice to have some background on the Shadowrun Drabbles. From Wikipedia:
Shadowrun is a cyberpunk-urban fantasy cross-genre role-playing game, set in the years 2050, 2053, 2060 or 2070 (depending on the game edition) following a great cataclysm that has brought use of magic back to the world, just as it begins to embrace the marvels (and dangers) of technologies such as cyberspace, omnipresent computer networks, genetic engineering, and the merger of man and machine called cyberware. Despite its departure in some respects from the "mainstream" cyberpunk genre, Shadowrun is perhaps the best-known and most popular RPG for this genre.
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For our group specifically:
Many years ago, starving college students in a cold and wintery land gathered together to spend their evenings weaving tales, eating pizza, and cursing the dice. The ones I can remember are listed here:
Cast of Characters:
Hildy
Real Name: Brunhilda Avantegarde
Race: Human
Occupation: Lone Star Special Ops, Officer
Clothes: Business Casual, Leather Duster
Weapon: Ares Predator
Motto: What I lack in skill I make up for in enthusiasm!
Grunt
Real Name: Unknown
Race: Ork
Occupation: Lone Star Special Ops, Sergeant
Clothes: Three piece suit, fedora, and a pair of small gold-plated reading glasses.
Weapon: Assault Canon
Favorite Book: Pride and Prejudice
Cinder
Real name: Unkown
Race: Elf
Occupation: Fire mage
Clothes: Combat boots and pants, tank top, leather duster
Weapon: Her own fiery rage
Pet: A cat named Mr. Fluffers
Son-Ja
Real Name: Unknown
Race: Dwarf
Occupation: Samurai
Clothes: Armored kimono, jeans, sandals
Weapon: The enchanted sword of her ancestors
Special Skill: Physical Adept
Raven:
Real Name: Unknown
Race: Human
Occupation: Thief and professional snob
Clothes: Fabulous
Weapon: Poison
Greatest Fear: Flaming Jell-o
Interesting fact: Is currently wanted for questioning by PapalGuard Intelligence
Shadowrun is a cyberpunk-urban fantasy cross-genre role-playing game, set in the years 2050, 2053, 2060 or 2070 (depending on the game edition) following a great cataclysm that has brought use of magic back to the world, just as it begins to embrace the marvels (and dangers) of technologies such as cyberspace, omnipresent computer networks, genetic engineering, and the merger of man and machine called cyberware. Despite its departure in some respects from the "mainstream" cyberpunk genre, Shadowrun is perhaps the best-known and most popular RPG for this genre.
***
For our group specifically:
Many years ago, starving college students in a cold and wintery land gathered together to spend their evenings weaving tales, eating pizza, and cursing the dice. The ones I can remember are listed here:
Cast of Characters:
Hildy
Real Name: Brunhilda Avantegarde
Race: Human
Occupation: Lone Star Special Ops, Officer
Clothes: Business Casual, Leather Duster
Weapon: Ares Predator
Motto: What I lack in skill I make up for in enthusiasm!
Grunt
Real Name: Unknown
Race: Ork
Occupation: Lone Star Special Ops, Sergeant
Clothes: Three piece suit, fedora, and a pair of small gold-plated reading glasses.
Weapon: Assault Canon
Favorite Book: Pride and Prejudice
Cinder
Real name: Unkown
Race: Elf
Occupation: Fire mage
Clothes: Combat boots and pants, tank top, leather duster
Weapon: Her own fiery rage
Pet: A cat named Mr. Fluffers
Son-Ja
Real Name: Unknown
Race: Dwarf
Occupation: Samurai
Clothes: Armored kimono, jeans, sandals
Weapon: The enchanted sword of her ancestors
Special Skill: Physical Adept
Raven:
Real Name: Unknown
Race: Human
Occupation: Thief and professional snob
Clothes: Fabulous
Weapon: Poison
Greatest Fear: Flaming Jell-o
Interesting fact: Is currently wanted for questioning by Papal
Drabble: Illegal Parking
You know, keeping this sucker to 100 words is especially difficult since one of Hildy's character traits is to ramble on incessantly. Maybe I'll do one that's just Hildy talking.
Cinder stumbled groggly through her apartment, looking for coffee to help dispel the early morning gloom. Clad only in boxers and a tank top, with her curly red hair reaching desperately for the ceiling, the young witch still had the grace and ephemeral beauty of her Elvin race. She filled the coffee pot with water, focused, glared, and set it boiling on the stove. A sudden pounding on the door made her jump as an excited voice rang out, “Cinder! It’s Hildy! I need your help on amazing case! Hurry, I’m double parked and the meter maids here are vicious!”
Cinder stumbled groggly through her apartment, looking for coffee to help dispel the early morning gloom. Clad only in boxers and a tank top, with her curly red hair reaching desperately for the ceiling, the young witch still had the grace and ephemeral beauty of her Elvin race. She filled the coffee pot with water, focused, glared, and set it boiling on the stove. A sudden pounding on the door made her jump as an excited voice rang out, “Cinder! It’s Hildy! I need your help on amazing case! Hurry, I’m double parked and the meter maids here are vicious!”
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Shadowrun Drabble: Kiss
For Dan. Curse your naggery!
A drabble is a short, 100 word story. A site I like offers a topic a day for a drabble. Today's was "Kiss."
The constant rains seeped through coats to produce a wearying, bone-deep chill. Forensics searched doggedly through the muck as rain-diluted blood seeped across the alley. Lone Star Officer Brunhilda Avantegarde surveyed the crime scene, wearing her best 'grim determination' face to hide her inner triumph. Responding officer! To a Homicide!! And Grunt was "investigating” in Bermuda! She would show them all. She gloved up and strode purposefully into the alley, ignoring the dirty looks of the techs, and frowned meaningfully at the Kiss Killer’s latest victim. She deftly plucked the scarlet wrapped candy from his forehead. “Cherry Cordial. That monster!”
A drabble is a short, 100 word story. A site I like offers a topic a day for a drabble. Today's was "Kiss."
The constant rains seeped through coats to produce a wearying, bone-deep chill. Forensics searched doggedly through the muck as rain-diluted blood seeped across the alley. Lone Star Officer Brunhilda Avantegarde surveyed the crime scene, wearing her best 'grim determination' face to hide her inner triumph. Responding officer! To a Homicide!! And Grunt was "investigating” in Bermuda! She would show them all. She gloved up and strode purposefully into the alley, ignoring the dirty looks of the techs, and frowned meaningfully at the Kiss Killer’s latest victim. She deftly plucked the scarlet wrapped candy from his forehead. “Cherry Cordial. That monster!”
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