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Racthoh
@racthoh.bsky.social
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Cats - Hobbes and Theo
Video Games - ARPGS, Souls-Like, Guild Wars, Tower Defense to name a few
Aspiring Author - Actively querying my epic fantasy (open to DMs)
Software QA - The less exciting day job
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#WIPSnips Zigzag. Didn't think I had this one and didn't bother looking this morning. Oops.

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I recognized the building Anor and I approached. It was within sight of where the ritual had taken place. The magnificent marble structure was surrounded by oaks with an undisturbed moat zigzagging between them. A single stone bridge led into a garden filled with columns depicting the Seven watching over the forests of Anthor. We entered the hall and into a windowed corridor with a single path leading further in. Anor and I walked side by side down the ruby carpeted path. There was complete silence as our footsteps were hushed by the rug below our feet. We elves were naturally quiet, but even our own movements could not escape our keen sense.
November 29, 2025 at 1:00 AM
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#WIPSnips Impede. Our hero reunites with his kin and seeks their advice.

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“Then what do you feel?” I asked, returning the weapon to its sheath. “Shame, more with each word you speak. Knowing what one of our own has been through and how it continues to impede his ability to live. But what I feel, Racthoh, cannot compare to what you have endured. Know that. None of us is without fault, even those who hold authority, especially someone like Anor. Can you see then how it is meaningless to point the finger towards those at fault? In that same regard, it is meaningless to place blame upon yourself for what you have done in the past. Expectations lead to disappointment, false security.”
November 26, 2025 at 3:49 PM
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#WIPSnips System, talking about one of the magic systems.

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I would need to rely on the druids. While many elves received their strength and magic from the Seven, there were others who looked to the harmony of nature. Life will always endure. An abandoned mill would be overrun with the touch of nature in a matter of months. Weeds could navigate their way through stone. In that understanding of how ecosystems could thrive in whatever circumstances were thrown at them, the druids find their studies. By combining the gifts of our Gods and the strength of nature’s endurance, the druids could mend almost any ailment that befell us.
November 25, 2025 at 3:53 PM
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It didn't take long for my camera roll to have more cat pictures than anything else. Oops.
November 25, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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#WIPSnips Global. Subbed in World. Our hero stands before his enemy, ready to act.

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I stood before the creature. He spoke no words but shuffled to his knees, bowing his head before me as some kind of repentance. All around me, the world slowed to a crawl. There were sounds, cries in the air, but their meaning was lost to me. There was but a singular purpose before me. I hoisted the blade high above me with both hands, staring down before my victim as my arms trembled and legs started to give way. I paused. I closed my eyes. I plunged the blade through and into the ground below. I felt my heart stop. I felt my breath slow. I felt not pain but relief as my body tore itself apart, unable to contain the awesome power unleashed by the singular act. It was a serene feeling.
November 24, 2025 at 6:44 AM
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Thanks! The idea came to mind as I was falling asleep one night, and thankfully I remembered it in the morning!
November 21, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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#WIPSnips Direction. Our hero senses danger out in the open seas.

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Off in the distance, I finally spotted a single vessel approaching us on the port side. It was trouble, and of that I was sure. There were colors upon the sails, those of the Order, but it made no sense at this time of the day, and it headed in our direction. I didn’t trust it, not for a moment. There were others hidden somewhere in the foggy evening, and the sound of the sea could not hide them. I suspected they were circling us in an attempt to get behind the other vessels in our fleet. There were other animated Paladins in that audience, others that escaped and were able to relay a message back to their undead master.
November 21, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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That he is! The three are Growth, Legacy, and Recall. 1000 foot view of each:

Growth - How many undead they can control
Legacy - How long after death they can bring them back
Recall - How much knowledge they retain
November 21, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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Never happens to those who deserve it
November 20, 2025 at 9:56 PM
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#WIPSnips Special. Little lore dump around necromancers and the co-creator of the elven world.

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Tyrinal was much like his master, Alfrost, strictly keeping to the school of Legacy. However, she had no interest in bringing back a loved one to have one last moment with them or to see a friend one last time. She specialized in raising her fellow disciples of Phandra, those who were adept in the other two schools. Her depth of understanding was so great that not only were her minions able to perform at their absolute peak, but she was able to absorb the information into herself. Complete and absolute mastery of all three schools of necromancy was at her disposal. A master sailor, ruthless with a sword, mace, or halberd, and a genius alchemist, Alfrost was the true jack of all trades. She even conquered death, granting immortality to her dearest disciples, the closest of all being Tyrinal himself.
November 20, 2025 at 6:39 PM
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Congrats!
November 20, 2025 at 6:40 AM
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Absolutely!
November 19, 2025 at 8:05 PM
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"Wind on a deep winter morning" gives me so many different memories. Hearing it on a weekend? Heavenly. Hearing it as a kid as I got ready to go to school? *shudders*

But either way I love the cold. So much!
November 19, 2025 at 6:38 PM
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Is it a K1 Visa? It's a K1 isn't it?
November 19, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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Thank you!
November 19, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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Thank you!
November 19, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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#WIPSnips Third. Our hero stands before the portal that will bring him home.

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Before us stood four decayed arboreal structures reaching far into the skies, lost among the thick fog. Arranged somewhat in a semi-circle, a single trail of water ran through the second and third. Fall-colored leaves littered the dusty ground, and, surprisingly, life-filled branches swayed in the wind, creaking as the gales passed through. The first from the right was hollowed out at the base.
November 19, 2025 at 3:26 PM
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Pure coincidence!
November 18, 2025 at 6:12 AM