The prodigal son!

This game has served as font of creativity for me and for all its problems this site has served as a platform to share my hobbies and I’m too stubborn to pack up and move. Here’s a little something for what I consider a personal milestone. 

I’ve met some incredibly wonderful people along the way and here’s to hoping I meet so many more.

This game has served as font of creativity for me and for all its problems this site has served as a platform to share my hobbies and I’m too stubborn to pack up and move. Here’s a little something for what I consider a personal milestone. 

I’ve met some incredibly wonderful people along the way and here’s to hoping I meet so many more.

This game has served as font of creativity for me and for all its problems this site has served as a platform to share my hobbies and I’m too stubborn to pack up and move. Here’s a little something for what I consider a personal milestone. 

I’ve met some incredibly wonderful people along the way and here’s to hoping I meet so many more.

When the sky filled with fire, We saw the world come crashing down. Hands of steel, hearts of iron, Lit a flame that won’t go out.

Castor sighs. “When last we talked, just surviving seemed to be the most we could hope for. But we’re not exactly grasping at threads, are we? What do - what do you want, Lucas? What do we want?”

Lucas leans forward, resting his forearms on the railing. His fingers dangle down toward the desert that sprawls out below them, even as Castor continues to cling to his upper arm. It’s a repose, one that comes with the creaking of leather and the sigh of a man exhausted from a day’s work, but still somehow energized by what sits before him.

“I had sorta been enjoying not having to answer that question.”

He looks eastward, over toward the hulking shadow of the Burning Wall beyond Highbridge. In the twilight, it loses some of its definition, becomes more an amorphous spindly thing hovering massively in the dark. A creature in the mists.

“Just… being. Just finding a rhythm in the world. It’s nice. Do I have to want anything? Do I have to do that already?”

hey, stranger

tell me why 

I can find the beauty 

in the little things I see in you?

Some call her sister of the moon Some say illusions are her game They like to wrap her in velvet                         Does anyone know her name?