With me I had a weapon, a sword from my families vault. I didn’t know how to use it, But I hadn’t yet figured that out.
My head was filled with hopes and dreams, Almost ran into a merchants cart, honestly.
“Watch where your going, you idget,” he swore. “I have far to many important things to export. I apologized to the man, and explained I was on a quest. His only response at first was to raise his eyebrow in judgment. “There are far to many monsters out here, For an ordinary man like you, To dream of adventures, That life can’t be for you.”
I write Poetry and fiction as a hobby, I've written a full book but never managed to get it published.
I am also working on a Table Top RPG called Cryptix. And have really fallen in love with this project. As such a lot of my fiction right now is connected to the lore of this strange world of monsters.
My poems tend to be thoughtful and philosophical with a touch of spirituality.
My fiction is mostly sci-fi and fantasy but usually with twists and interesting ideas thrown in there. I have been told I don't have a solid grasp of genre, which is fair since the whole concept doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me anyways, I write what I want, and nothing else.
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