A Pleasant Surprise

So getting a little personal with this post. I, just like everyone else, have a past. I have two children from previous relationships and two with my wife. Recently, I have been contacted by one of them. She is now in her 20s and wanted to get to know me. When she was born, I was told that she wasnt mine and was kept out of her life for years. When she was around 7 years old, I received a request for paternity. This, of course, I complied with and it turned out she was mine. I made multiple attempts to get to know her, but these were all blocked by her mom. Eventually, when she was a teenager, I was able to speak to her on the phone a few times, but then that too was cut off as her mom said that she didnt want to talk to me anymore. I accepted this and didnt push (which I should have), but respected the decision as is.

Flash forward some years later and I get a Facebook message from her. She was an adult now and wanted to get to know me. Its been awkward, of course, but over the past few months we have been talking regularly and starting to build a relationship. Not a father – daughter relationship, she already has that, but just a relationship. From the sound of it, she is doing really good for herself and she should be proud of that. In fact, I think I surprised her when I told her Happy Birthday for the first time. I dont think she was expecting that I knew when it was.

So another flash forward to today. I said that I had two children from previous relationships. The moms of the girls were friends back in the day and the girls know each other and are only a few months apart in age. (Yes, I was a dog back then). I am not sure if they have had a relationship this whole time, but now she wants to get to know me as well. I have always known that they two of them were told stories about me that were always true or were one sided. Now that the two are adults, they want to know my side of what happened 20+ years ago.

So in the end, I might actually get to have some sort of relationship with these girls that their mothers fought so hard to keep from happening. I have always held out hope that this would happen and now it seems to be. I am cautious, however, since in the past her mom would pretend to be her just to mess with me. I dont believe this is the case currently, but its still in the back of my mind.

~LordEggNutz

Recent Updates

There have been a few recent updates to my blog that I wanted to point out.

First, I have added links to my campaigns for Shadowrun and Star Wars games. I recently started a Star Wars campaign using FFG Edge of the Empire. It is a character driven campaign set around a young bounty hunter named Nova. She has recruited some help for a particularly large bounty and the campaign site is for their exploits. This campaign has also inspired me to build a random generator for bounties. The generator is built in javascript and generates a good amount of information. There is stil some work to be done though.

Second, I am taking an extended hiatus from the Havoc Squad Shadowrun campaign. I have been running it for about a year and a half and need to take a break to recharge my batteries. While the campaign is on hiatus, one of my players is going to run a new campaign that is set in Berlin, AGS. I am playing a technomancer that … has personal issues with her ex and is in extreme debt. So far, the campaign is looking to be alot of fun. I have created blogs (yes, I have a blog issue) for both the Berlin campaign and for Raven. When we return to Havoc Squad, my character Duchess will be relocating from Baltimore to San Francisco and will be a regular NPC / occasional PC for the team.

Third, I have been redesigning the blog (again, blog issues here) for the Imrallon Project. This is a gaming world, using Pathfinder mechanics, that I am designing from mostly scratch. The blog redesign is to make it more like a wiki than a standard blog. The project, at this point, is mostly just building out the pantheon and how they came to be. I am taking the stance that the deities, whom are also the Greek gods, have different stories. Yes, they are still the offspring of primordials, but they started out as mortals. They rebelled against their parents and, in return, were granted deity status.

Fourth, I started writing stories again. These are short stories, likely related to another one of my projects, and not too long in length for now. Soon I plan on writing some poetry again, or atleast previously written poetry if I can find them, and will be posting those as well.

Links to these other projects and blogs can be found on the right hand side of this page.

~LordEggNutz

The Histria Devil

Sextilis the 20th — Year of the Seal

The following is a documented account from Thurdan Iansalor, a paladin from the Order of the Owl and confirmed by Tugos, an agent of the Divine Council. The report is of an encounter with an unknown creature deep within the forest near the small town of Histria.

I was dispatched to investigate the emergence of a creature that has been terrorizing the citizens of Histria, a small farming community near the edge of the Empire. The reports and description of this creature do not match any known beast or animal. The Order is sending Tugos of the Divine Council along with me to document the investigation. My orders are clear, to investigate, locate and determine the intent of the creature. If this creature is a danger, then it is to be put down. By Athena’s grace, this shall be done.

We arrived in Histria and began our investigation. There were multiple reports of livestock and citizens being attacked and killed. We started out the investigation by speaking with Antia Silvana, the slave of a local farmer. Antia was attacked by this creature while tending to her master’s crops. Her body literally shook in fear as she described the creature and recounted the event. It was as tall as two gladiators, the head of a horned goat, leathery bat-like wings, small arms with clawed hands, cloven hooves and a forked tail. The woman was out in the field when she heard a loud, blood curdling scream coming from the the treeline. Panic stricken, she looked around and could not see anything. After a few moments had passed, she cautiously went back to her task. Then the scream came again, but this time she seen the creature flying above her. It dropped down and started to attack her. She was able to fend off the attack and fleed for the nearby villa, but the creature gave chase. Her cries for help had aroused the villa guards, who came to her aid and the pair of soldiers engaged the creature. Unfortunately, the creature killed the guards, leaving their eviscerated bodies in the field. After the interview, we searched around the fields and treeline where the attack occurred, but no further evidence was found.

After we left the villa, we went to the town’s mill. There was a report that the creature was flying around the building and harassing the workers. The report goes on to state that when the workers at the mill seen the creature, they threw stones at it to keep it at bay until the guards arrived. When the guards moved to engage the creature, it fled back into the woods. However, when we arrived at the mill, the workers refused to discuss the events of that day with us. I was getting the distinct impression that they were fearful of this creature and possibly thought that if they spoke of the incident, then it would happen again. We left the mill without pressing the issue further.

Disappointed in the progress we have made thus far, we grabbed a room at the inn for the night. We reviewed the reports and stories we have received and started to notice a trend. Luckily, the inn had a map of the area that we could purchase. We laid out the map on the table and started marking out where the attacks and sightings took place. Based on these locations, we determined that the creature may have been holed up in an old house in the woods just outside of town. I asked the innkeeper about the house and he told of the local legend about the place.

According to this legend, the family that lived here was a large one. The matriarch of the family had twelve children already. Most of these children were sold off to slavers as a way of making ends meet. When she was with her next child, the thirteenth one, rumor has it that she was cursed by Hera for her actions with her previous children. The child was born on a stormy night and after it was born, it changed. The baby rapidly grew and taking on its hideous form. It killed the midwife that helped to give birth to it, fled out of the chimney and into the woods. Shortly after that, the residents of the home were found slain, presumably by the creature. We decided that our next step of the investigation would be that home and will head there in the morning.

That night, Tugos woke me from my sleep. We heard the loud scream that the town folk have reported to come from the creature. It was a sound that I have never heard before and there really is no way to accurately describe the sound. However, the night was dark and we were unable to see the creature. I decided to let Tugos sleep while I kept watch the rest of the night, though I doubt the mage slept much. When the dawn came, we packed up and left for the house in the woods. For a farming town, there was very little activity that morning. It was eerily quiet. Perhaps this creature has indeed instilled a greater fear than I had originally thought. I said a little prayer to Athena as my resolve strengthened to free these people from this terror.

The trip was much longer than I had anticipated, taking many hours. The terrain through the woods was dense and impassable in some places. After many detours, we were finally able to reach the house. It has become decrepit due to the lack of maintenance and upkeep. The yard has become overgrown with weeds. The house itself had started to fall apart. Ivy has crept up the side of the stone walls, which were starting to crumble, while the wooden support beams have succumbed to rot. Parts of the shingled roof were missing and the rest was covered with moss growth. The chimney, which the creature escaped through, was still standing. The top of it was damaged and missing bricks, lending credit to the legend. The windows were broken, along with the door, allowing easy access inside. The steps up to the doorway creaked and seemed close to giving way under the weight of my armor. I drew my sword while Tugos illuminated the inside of the building with magic. I said a prayer of protection to Athena and entered the building.

The building was a one room house and the floorboards moaned as we walked through it. The furniture was still here, but were mostly rotted. The couches were torn and moldy, the wooden tables had either already collapsed due to rot or was about to and the hearth was nothing more than a rusted shell of its former self. On one of the tables in the corner of the room, there were some books. Tugos inspected them and they were pretty much ruined, but were still salvageable with his magic. A quick cursory look into them revealed that they were accounts of the family’s history, including the birth of the thirteenth child. Tugos stowed these tomes away in his pack and continued searching the building with me. Then we heard the scream of the creature. The sound sent shivers of fear up and down my spine that seemed to affect me to my very core. We quickly exited the building, but in our haste, I didn’t see the spot on the floor where the boards were severely rotted. I crashed through the floor and into the dirt cellar below.

The screams of the creature persisted, with its shadow skating across the floor, as it flew overhead. Tugos grabbed a length of rope from his pack and used himself as an anchor. He tossed the end of the rope down to me. The impact of the fall injured my shoulder, which hampered the efforts to get out. After some excruciation moments, I was able to reach the floor and climb out of the hole. Just as I gathered my footing, the creature crashed through the ceiling and landed on the floor before us. The grotesque, hideous, monstrosity of a creature screamed. It’s ear piercing sound struck a fear into me that I have never known before. We both stood there, frozen from the fear, as the creature paced back and forth. Its cloven hoofs causing the floorboards to bend and creak, its leathery wings were outstretched and its deadly claws were in full view. The dark brown fur, with mottled patches of a lighter grey, stretched from its goat-like head all the way down to its feet and along its long forked tail.

When we came to our senses, the creature was still pacing the floor. It seemed that there was some hesitation in attacking us. Unsure of why this is, we launched our attacks on the creature. Tugos launched his magical attacks while I closed in to engage it. After going a few rounds with the creature, it became apparent that we were outmatched. The magic seemed to just wash over it and my sword would just bounce off its hide, leaving only mere scratches. Furthermore, its claws ripped and tore at my armor and dug into the flesh that it protected. Fearing that the tide of this battle was against us, I called upon Athena to bathe us in her glory. The room filled with a soft glow that both healed and empowered us. Likewise it seemed to weaken the creature. With a final scream, it flapped its bat-like wings and flew out of the house. The burst of air from the flapping wings kicked up the years of dust in the room, temporarily blinding us as its escaped. We rushed out of the building, but careful to avoid the gaping hole in the floor, but only seen the shadow of the creature as it fled into the woods. Since it was in flight, it was impossible to give chase.

We entered back into the room to continue our investigation. Close inspection of where the fighting took place revealed that my sword did take chunks of the creature’s hide. I collected the pieces while Tugos sat to capture the likeness of the creature on a sheet of parchment while the image was still fresh in his mind. Weary from the fight, we decided to head back to town. We followed the same path we took in, so the travel was much faster.

This was the end of the account with Thurdan Iansalor. However, the report continues with an addendum from Tugos of what happened next.

I felt, due to the events that occured the night after we fought the creature, that my recount of what had happened is needed for the Council. In the case that I do not return, this will also be sent via courier with the hopes that it arrives.

Thurdan and I came upon the town of Histria after leaving the house in the woods. There were screams of terror from the villagers, mixed in with the telltale, ear piercing sound of the creature. We rushed into town to see what we can do to help, when the creature ambushed us on the road, which was littered with the bodies of the town folk. Men, women and children were indiscriminately strewn about. There were some that were hidden within the safety of the walls of nearby buildings, but this didn’t seem like it was enough as the creature would grab and drag individuals out to their death. I lost sight of the creature as it rushed around the building. Its speed was incredible as it pounced on Thurdan before either of us knew it. The cloven hoofs knocked him down as those sharp claws punctured his armor and lacerated his body. It seemed within seconds, the paladin of Athena was torn to pieces and killed. I could only helplessly watch as the creature went from building to building, killing everyone it came across. I used my magic to hide from the creature in order to survive the onslaught. By the dawn’s early light, the entire town was decimated. After the creature left back into the deep woods, I searched for survivors of the attack. I was able to find only one. A young child, not more than 6 years of age, was hiding in a cabinet of the bakery.

After providing a proper burial for the paladin, I took in the child and began making my way back to the Divine Council to report the incident. In hindsight, the creature seemed to possess great intelligence and cunning to craft an ambush like that. Combined with its superior speed, ability to fly and an innate resistance to both magic and weapons makes this creature exceptionally dangerous. One bright spot is that the creature seemed to weaken when exposed to the paladin’s divine influences.

Included with this eyewitness account was testimony from the child survivor, the books salvaged from the home, the likeness that was drawn and the preserved chunks of flesh that were cut from its body during the fight. While the creature did not seem to match any other known creature of record, it was classified as a unique devil. Since this account, the reports of attacks by this devil have diminished and further investigation attempts have been fruitless. This account and the details of, what is now known as “The Histria Devil”, has been logged in the annals of history by the Divine Council.

~Gaelan Milonas, Chief Historian for the Divine Council

Beginnings of Stewart Pompilio

Stewart Pompilio sat in the wooden chair on the porch where he could see out over his villa. It was located along the outskirts of the city and overlooking the bay. In the courtyard was a partially completed statue to Janus. The artisan, a dwarf slave that he recently purchased specifically for his skillset, was building the statue in the center of the courtyard as the centerpiece for the new fountain that was being put in. Stewart owned many slaves now, most were humans, but others were dwarves and elves. He sat there rocking, the creak of the wood instills a sense of nostalgia as he remembers back to a time in his past. He wasn’t much older than 24 years old at the time; the city of Arcadia was nothing more than a small port town then. The smell of the salty sea water permeated his senses, along with the creaks of wagon wheels and the shouts from the local bars. The Rose Petal has seen its fair share of Stewart, and vise versa. The brothel was located near the docks and was busy most nights. The brothel held fond memories and a special place in his heart. Steward worked on the docks, mending fishing nets and traps during the day, and would visit the brothel at night to spend away his wages. By the end of the night, he would stumble out of the bar and be found the next morning passed out somewhere. This night seemed to be no different, though this night will change his life forever.

The other dockworkers, mostly slaves owned by local families, headed back to their master’s villas with the day’s catch. Some headed to the bars and brothels. While the rest went to other shops before they closed up. He would greet the other dockworkers that he knew or stop and chat with them about the day: “Today can suck Poseidon’s limp cock!“, was the phrase of the day. The fishing boats came back with mostly torn nets that were caught up in the rocks offshore, but not much fish was caught. The ships have been reporting this alot lately. Even though the fishing was slow, Stewart’s job was steady due to the damaged nets and traps.

When Stewart finished his work for the day, the young man made his way to his favorite brothel with denarius in his pocket. The clothes he wore were mostly tattered hand me downs or cheap bargains; they were soaked in saltwater and covered in the fish guts that were left in the nets which he mended. He wore a black bandana on his head to keep his hair back, cheap leather gloves hung out of his back pocket and rubber boots to keep his feet dry. He pulled out a coin and started flipping it as he whistled a tune.

As Stewart walked into the brothel, the smell of cheap ale wafted up from the floorboards. The madame, Mistress Leticia Caressa, was also a priestess of Aphrodite. The older heavy set human woman, dressed in fine clothing, scoffed at the young man as he walked in. She covered her face with a cloth to block out the smell, but it was useless. Stewart just simply smiled as he walked by her. He loved the way she would crinkle her nose just at the sight, and smell, of him. Most of the dockworkers that came in here smelled the same, which permeated the whole place. Stewart, however, was a steady customer and he didn’t mistreat the girls at all, so this raised her tolerance level for him. Walking over to the bar, he called out the girls by name as he passed. Then there was Samantha. She was a petite young woman, just out of her teens and slightly younger than Stewart, dressed in next to nothing but lace lingerie and carrying a peacock feathered fan. Stewart swooned and melted at the sight of her. When she smiled back he swore that she was the only girl for him. Sadly though, she was not one that he could afford. But, this time, he saved up enough of his wages to be able to spend some time with her. He plopped down on a bar stool and ordered a mug of ale. He tossed the denarius on the bar and started in on the drink.

After a few hours of drinking, he built up enough courage to finally be with Samantha. His walk had turned into a slight stumble as he made his way, over to the Mistress and proclaimed his love for Samantha and that he wanted her. He reached into his pocket to pull out the fee, but there were no coins. All of the money he had earned was gone. Dumbfounded, he just looked at his empty pockets, No way, he thought to himself, I couldn’t of spent it all at the bar. The Madame just looked at him with pity in her green eyes. She knew how much he liked the girl and it seemed every time he had the chance to finally be with her, something went awry.

She leaned in close to him and whispered, “You know you need to pay, right?

Of course I do,” he whispered back, “I have the money for her right …

“Did you spend it all at the bar?”

Hell no!” he exclaimed, possibly a little too loudly. The bouncer, a burly bearded dwarf that seemed to take perhaps too much pleasure in his job, glanced over their way. He was waived off by the Madame’s hand and resumed his post. Stewart glanced back at the dwarf with a drunken gaze.

I think it’s time for you to go home, Stewart.” She told him quietly while slowly moving him towards the door, “Maybe after you sober up, you will remember what you did with your money.” By the time the sentence was completed, the pair were already out the door and Stewart was being ushered on his way.

Yes … Yeah …” He stammered as he stumbled out onto the street and off into the night. The moon was full tonight and the streets were bathed in its light. There was almost no need for torches, not that Stewart had any.

Do Not Leave Me,” he heard spoken in an unfamiliar voice. He stopped and looked around, but didn’t see anybody. The moonlight was bright enough to see the street, but it was still very dark near the buildings and in the alleyways.

Hello?” he shouted out, getting no response. He squinted his eyes to look in the shadows, but there was nothing there. He continued on down the street.

Do Not Leave Me” he heard again. This time it was as if it was right next to him. He spun around, nearly toppling over, but only heard faint giggles.

Who … who goes there?” He said, again with no response. Getting a little scared, he regained his footing and ran, right into the side of the fish market. He hit the wall with a smack and he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Before he passed out, he heard “Do Not Leave Me” again. This time he saw a face. The face of a middle aged elven man with piercing ice cold, light blue eyes was looking down on him as the world turned to black.

Certainly this wasn’t the first time he had passed out drunk before. Usually, he ended up caught in some netting on the dock, or on the deck of a boat. He had even fallen straight into the water and washed up under the docks. This time was different though. Stewart woke up in a bed with a splitting headache. He stirred for a few minutes before realizing that this was a fancy bed, not like any he has even slept in before. The bed seemed to cater to his body in a comfort like he had never known. It was almost too hard for him to get up. He cleared his mind trying to remember what had happened the night before, but it was no use. He remembered going to the bar to spend some time with Samantha and that he had lost his money, so how did he end up here?

He mustered up the willpower to sit up on the side of the bed. The room was well lit from the wall sconces. A large, furry, animal skin rug was on the floor. The oak four post bed was as sturdy as they come. The posts had very ornately carved details that were expertly done. The covers on the bedding were layers of soft animal furs. Stewart noticed some of the furs as wolf, mink and bear. The nightstands, dresser and cabinets were all made from solid wood, also had ornately carved details. Along the walls were tapestries depicting historical figures and moments. One in particular caught Stewart’s attention. This particular tapestry was above the dresser and has candlelight sconces on both sides of it. The scene depicted was that of a naval battle. The ships were triremes that were positioning themselves for ramming attacks. Stewart was entranced with the image that he did not notice the figure enter the room and stand behind him.

Beautiful, isn’t it?” A voice from behind him said. Stewart nearly jumped out of his trousers and fell into the dresser at the sudden intrusion. He turned to see an elf standing there. He had a slender build and was dressed in fine clothes. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail that revealed his elven ears and his eyes … There was something familiar about the piercing, light blue eyes.

uh … yeah … yes it is” he responded back as he looked back at the image. “Who are you and where am I?

Relax friend, my name is Ailduin and this is Carcus Villa.” The elf said in a soft voice. “I found you unconscious and injured, so I brought you here to recover.

Stewart brought his hand up to his head and noticed that it was bandaged and sore to the touch, “Well that would explain the massive headache I have.” He replied. He was still a little shaken at the sudden appearance of the elf, but he started to relax a bit, “What battle is this?” He asked the elf and nodded to the image on the tapestry.

Ahh yes. It was the Battle of Deep Point during the Titan Wars, nearly a thousand years ago.” Ailduin stated as he moved closer to the tapestry, “These ships here were commanded by the Titan general Olander. Olander was instructed by Oceanus to take his ships and destroy Poseidon’s fleet that were docked at Deep Point. Olander’s ships attacked the fleet as they were positioned in the harbor, but Poseidon had been tipped off and had a surprise in store for Olander.” The elf noticed that the young man seemed captivated by the story and was staring at the image. Ailduin continued, “You see these ships here with the markings of Poseidon and these ones here with the markings of the Titan?” He asked. Stewart could only nod while he looked at them.

What is the difference that you see in them?” The elf asked, pausing for a response

Stewart stared at the tapestry, looking from ship to ship for a good long time, the elf merely waiting. A sudden look of surprise and understanding flashed across Stewart’s face, “These ships here,” he said as he pointed to the ships for Poseidon. “They seem to be flatter than the other ships,” he paused, “The Titan ships here, the tapestry is detailed enough to show that they had depth, they and shadowing, they look like ships. But Poseidon’s ships look flat. They don’t have the depth that the other ships have.” He looked to the elf, “Why did the artist do that to Poseidon’s ships?

The elf chuckled for a moment, “No, no, the artist had it correct.” Noticing the puzzled look on the other man’s face, he continued with the explanation, “You see, Poseidon was tipped off that the attack was coming. He ordered his ships away from the harbor and had craftsmen build him fake ships. He didn’t have enough time to build actual ships, nor did he want to waste the resources if he did. Instead, the craftsmen used sheets of wood, had them cut and painted to look like ships. They were anchored to buoys so they would float like real ships. He knew the attack would come at dawn, when the light could play tricks on the mind. He planned on drawing the enemies fleet into the harbor with the fake ships. The harbor was narrow and once the Olander’s fleet was in the harbor, they would be more or less trapped in there. Poseidon’s gambit worked. He watched as Olander’s fleet sailed into the harbor and rammed the fake ships, destroying them. Once the whole attacking fleet was in the harbor, Poseidon ordered his fleet to sail in and join the battle. Archers and mages launched volley after volley on the fleet from the shores as his ships blocked the harbor from escape. Poseidon’s forces destroyed every ship in Olander’s fleet that day.” He paused for a moment and looked like he was in deep reflection. Stewart just looked at him in awe as he described the battle.

I remember hearing the screams from the sailors as the boats caught fire from the arrows and Magic.” The elf paused again, “We killed every soul that attacked us that day. They would jump ship and swim away and we would pick them off as they reached the shore.” He looked up from his his reflective look. “Well then. Now that the history lesson is completed, you should rest a bit longer before you head down for dinner. Go ahead and lay down and you will be summoned once the meal is ready.” Steward nodded absently as he soaked in the story of the image on the tapestry. He turned around and the elf was gone, just as quickly and quietly as he appeared. He rubbed the bandage on his head and winced at the pain. Laying down in the soft, comfortable bed, he tried to recount the moments of the night before, but could not remember what had happened. He drifted off to sleep.

Do Not Leave Me” He heard again in his sleep. He woke up, again sliding over to the side of the bed and sitting up. He slowly stirred, rubbing his head. The pain wasn’t near as bad anymore, but his head was still slightly sore to the touch.

What the hell happened last night?” he mumbled as he got off the bed. He hadn’t realized that his boots were off until he felt the fur from the animal skin poke between his toes. When he looked down, he noticed that his clothes were changed as well. Instead of the rags he was wearing, he was now dressed in a green tunic and brown leather trousers. The clothes were slightly bigger than his size, but they fit pretty good. Then he saw a set of leather sandals next to the bed. He slipped them on and looked around the room again. The door next to the dresser looked like a solid wooden door. There were iron adornments around the door, hinges and the handle. Stewart walked up to the door and reached for he handle, but paused just before touching it, Why am I so relaxed in a place that is unfamiliar to me? Why am I not freaking out? He asked himself silently. He looked around the door and felt a panic start to rise up in him.

Where in the hell am I?” This time he said it out loud. The young man grabbed the door handle and swung open the door. He immediately bolted down the hallway. The room he was staying in is at the end of the hallway. Along the walls were more paintings and tapestries detailing historical events. The lit candles in the sconces swayed as he ran past them. The thud thud thud of his footsteps on the wooden floor as they echoed down the corridor. Then he stopped.

Stewart turned and looked back down the hallway. The walls were painted a light green that was a close match to his tunic, the baseboards and floor were a dark stained wood. His eyes traced the path he ran, not that it could have varied since there were no other doors, but the path was only about 20 feet. How could he be out of breath after that? He turned to see what stopped him and he was at the end of a spiral staircase that led down into a great hall. There was a large table with chairs set up in front of the fireplace. He could smell the fire going and something cooking. His mouth started to water and his stomach growled as he realized just how hungry he was. The elf from earlier stepped out of the kitchen with a platter of food.

Ahh you’re awake!” The elf said at the sight of him standing at the top of the stairs, “Please, come down and have a seat. Dinner is ready to be served.

Stewart moved slower this time as he walked down the staircase. At the landing, there was a young woman waiting for him. She was a human, like he was, and roughly the same age. She was dressed in a dark blue tunic and a white toga draped over it. Her blonde hair was styled, curled and seem to perfectly frame her face, no matter which direction you looked at it. She had the same piercing, light blue eyes as the elf did. The young woman held out her arm to escort him over to the table. When the pair got to the table, he sat in the chair. The chair was wooden and solid. As he ran his hand on the table, the craftwork became apparent in the subtle details that were carved along the edge. There was a green table runner, the same green as his tunic, that ran the length of the table, which must have been about 30 feet. More people came out and started serving dinner. The platter was filled with a whole roasted pig that sat on a bed of root vegetables. The food smelled of the smoke from the flames, mixed with the various seasonings. Then came the rest of the food. There was mashed potatoes with roasted garlic, beans, salads and mugs of ale. His stomach rumbled at the thought of a hearty meal. It was a meal fit for the high and mighty and he was about to enjoy it.

The woman that escorted him to the table began to serve him. His plate quickly filled with pork, potatoes, veggies and all the fixings. His mug was constantly kept full as he ate. About halfway through the meal, he noticed that he was the only one eating. The staff, who were also dressed in the same dark blue tunic and white toga, stood along the wall. The host, the elf that gave him the history lesson, was silently sitting at the head of the table with no food in front of him. He stopped eating, took another gulp of ale and looked about some more.

Why is nobody else eating?” He asked with a pause.

The elf stood and looked at the young man, his eyes showing a quick, fading glint of sharpness, “Because, young man, the food is here to feed you. I am sure that you are still weak from your injury, so I had this meal prepared just for you.” Pausing for a moment, he continued. “Is it not to your liking?

Stewart looked around at the spread, unsure of what to say next. The food was delicious and he had never had a meal like this before. “Yes .. Yes, it is to my liking. But all of this food, just for me, is too much.

Ahhh, now I see.” The elf said,. “Yes, this is a lot of food, but anything left over is handed out to others that need it. There’s no need to worry about any wastes. Please, please, sit and eat.

Still not sure if he is doing or saying the right thing, he simply responded that he was full. It seemed the last thing he wanted to do was to offend his host. This elf brought him into his home while he was injured and gave him a place to rest and heal. Then a thought crossed his mind, “How long has it been?” he asked. “Since you brought me here?

It’s been 3 days.” The elf kept his gaze on him.

Dumbfounded and panicked, Steward started to scramble, “Shit, my job, my friends … do I still have my job … SHIT!” He yelled.

Now calm down, there’s nothing to worry about. If you are finished with your meal, then there is business that I would like to discuss with you in the other room.” The words were calm as he said them and his arms motioned to the other room. As they walked over into the sitting room, there were a pair of leather chairs that were overstuffed and covered in animal furs. Lined along the walls were numerous books. There was another fireplace here that was burning and he could see another large fur rug that covered the floor. Stewart started to get a feeling that something was off about this place. The room, the foyer, the great room, this library: none of them had windows open. All of them were closed with heavy wooden shutters. Still, he sat down and sank into the comfortable chair.

Then he heard it again as the elf sat in the chair across from him, “Do Not Leave Me.” The soft, barely audible, whisper was in a female’s voice, just as before. Now nervous, Stewart looked around the room, but it was just the two of them. The elf was already seated, but never took his gaze off Stewart. Once the young man had sat down, the man asked him simply, “If you could have anything in the world, or if you had all the time in the world, what would you want or do?

Unsure of what the elf was asking, Steward held his gaze and thought for a few minutes. He snapped out of his thoughts and answered in the same simple voice, “Well … money, of course. If I could have anything in the world, then it would be cold hard denarius. With that, I would be able to get everything I wanted.” He paused a few more moments before continuing, “Now with all the time in the world, well then I would learn more, maybe even take up some lessons in practicing magic.” Pausing once again to look around at the books on the walls. Bringing his gaze back to the elf, Stewart noticed that he was looking at them as well. He also noticed that the beautiful woman that met him at the bottom of the stairs was standing next to him with her hand on the back of the chair, “Maybe even read all these books?

I have read them. All of them,” the elf stated in a flat voice, “What if,” now it was the elf that paused. He eyed the young man up and down before continuing, “What if I could give that to you but the gift would come with a price. Would that be interesting for you?

Yes!” he said without hesitation, “It will likely take time to pay any debt that I would owe you, but I would welcome such tutelage.” His eyes were now big with excitement as he looked between the elf and the woman. Then it struck him. The woman’s visage changed to that of one that was almost demon like. The same with the elf. He also noticed that their hands were clawed. His eyes darted between the two. Their eyes were squinted in an evil glare. Their mouths opened to reveal a pair of sharp pointed teeth. Before he could react, with the exception of a scream, the pair sprung on him.

Stewart was back in the creaky rocking chair on the porch overlooking the villa again. There was a slight wind blowing that night and the black sky was just starting to show the hints of the approaching dawn. The young man stood and surveyed the villa and nearby buildings. Arcadia has changed in recent years. The harbor has grown bigger, more shops and residences have been built. There is even a gladiator arena that is nearly completed.

Do Not Leave Me” he heard in the soft whisper. The same voice that has touted him for decades. Stewart shook his head and with one final look as the burning sun crested the horizon, Stewart closed the door to the villa.

A New Year – 2018

So the holidays went good. Between work and family stuff, its was just as stressful as every other year, but still a good one. Nobody passed away and no medical emergencies, so all in all, it was good. The new year has had a very good start so far!

I took some time off of my Shadowrun game to start exploring more creative writing and building on my Imrallon gaming world. Made some great progress on both of those and may get some of it up on here. Now that the holidays are over, we have gotten back into playing the Shadowrun game. We went from playing weekly to bi-weekly to have more flexibility. I also decided to pick up a Star Wars game. After binging the Clone Wars series and a few of the movies, I got the bug to run a game. Things are off to a rocky start so far, but its just getting started so its expected.

We also decided on a big goal and that is to buy a house this year. Everything that we do will be be leading up to that. The goal is sometime after this summer.

Welp, thats about it for an update. Stay tuned for more!

~LordEggNutz

Thanksgiving — 2017

So the holiday season is in full swing now. I put my projects for LEN Designs on hold for the rest of the year. Work at my real job is slow this time of year, so it gives me the opportunity to spend time with the family and work on other hobbies. Even able to get a little video game time or binge watching in as well! I had to work on Thanksgiving, but was able to work from home and had the day after off. Thanksgiving is one of those holidays where I volunteer to work in order to get Christmas off. My job requires that somebody be available 24/7, including holidays, so I tend to trade one for the other. The good thing is that when I work from home, I get to smell the turkey roasting all day!

This year was the same as previous years. We had the usual turkey, mashed potatoes, my wife’s grandmother’s stuffing, green beans and pie. We decided to try out pecan pie this year. Neither of us had it before and we found one on sale, so figured why not. While the pie was great, it was really sweet and rich. Due to this, we could only eat it in small portions.

The day after Thanksgiving, we would normally break out the Christmas stuff and start decorating. We never really did anything regarding Black Friday. Our time is much more valuable than spending hours outside of a store. Besides, the fact that stores have now started opening on Thanksgiving night for these sales just piss me off even more. While I am lucky enough to not be in retail and have the ability to work from home, the people that work at the stores and have to deal with the madness are not able to. Most of the time they get stuck having to leave their family dinners to work. This is not something that I support, so I do not partake in it.

Sadly, we have not put up the Christmas tree … yet. We have put up some lights and a few decorations, but we havent been much in the holiday spirit this year. We should have the tree up soon though, likely this weekend sometime.

Anyways, more to come as things develop!

~LordEggNutz

History of Lord Egg Nutz

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I get asked a lot how I came to be “Lord Egg Nutz.” Well, it all started when I was a young warthog …. Yes this would be another story …. I was out camping with my mom and stepdad and various other people in a long forgotten campsite. I was dared to eat a raw egg right out of the shell. Just crack open over my mouth and swallow. Well, I couldn’t let a dare go unmet, so I accepted the challenge. Before I went through with it, some money was put down on whether or not I would be able to do this. My stepdad started it off with a cool $10, which back then was huge for a kid, but others started putting dollars down on the table. Even neighboring campers got in on the action. By the end of the bidding, there was around $70 down on whether or not I could swallow an egg.
Truth be told, I hated eggs. I did not like eating them cooked, let alone fresh-out-of-the-shell raw. But still, a dare was made and accepted. With alot of money on the line, I stepped up to the plate, grabbed an egg and looked at it for what seemed to be hours. In my mind, at that moment, I pictured myself the master of the egg; the “Lord of the Egg.” I took a deep breath, cracked a small crack in the egg and held it over my mouth. I opened the egg and let the contents in. The instant the egg yolk hit the back of my throat, it was out again. I spit out the egg faster than it came in. I flew out of my mouth, through the air and right into my stepdad’s cup of coffee. However, that is not where it stopped. Afterwards, the gut wrenching began. I threw up my breakfast and was was left of the night before’s dinner. I could see my stepdad laughing his ass off and counting up the money on the table while I hurled. Around me I could see a few of the other people that have gathered to see the bet throwing up as well. All in all, from what I was told, there were a total of 5 people throwing up that morning. It was completely nuts that lost that money and made a group of people watching start throwing up.
After that event, I dubbed myself Lord Egg Nutz. On a personal note, I was able to conquer the egg and swallow a raw egg whole when I was a teenager.