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Wrey 🏳️‍🌈✍️
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(He/Him) Secular humanist, polyglot interpreter, veteran, scribbler of stories, maker of maps, deeply aggrieved that I'll never know the true nature of Neanderthal language.

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Wrey 🏳️‍🌈✍️ @wreybies.bsky.social · Apr 18
My avatar image is a rendering of a young Homo heidelbergensis man done by Brazilian Paleo-Artist Julio Lacerda. His work is phenomenal and has been regularly featured in PBS Eons.

Check him out: @lacerdajulio.bsky.social
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 26. "Impede"

From "O, Pale Moon," a new short story in the #ChroniclesOfTheRealms mythology.

CW for implied drug addiction.

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His gaze strayed upwards, to a dark corner of the mountain. He couldn’t see it from here, but he knew the Cavern of the Pure lay there, waiting. A place for introspection, the monks would sometimes climb up there to give offerings to the Elder Gods and meditate. But the cavern served an even more meaningful purpose: deep in its heart lay the chamber where the monks went to cultivate, unimpeded, for as long as they could. Before Johnny arrived, Liu Kang had once stayed there for six months. Six months without food or water, without moving a muscle, uttering a single word, or opening his eyes to daylight, only cultivating his Breath. Kung Lao had gone as far as four months. Kai, two weeks, and even that impressed Johnny, who still struggled to meditate for more than an hour without getting fidgety. He had no delusions of ever getting close to Kung Lao’s level, let alone Liu Kang’s, but would he ever be there by Kai’s side? One step at a time, he reminded himself. Four years ago, he had been chasing doses of poisonous bliss, downing bottles of false hope. Three years ago, he had been atrophying in a hospital bed, unsure if he would ever get up again. And now here he was, not only out of bed but climbing mountains, practising real martial arts, and learning to control something he never knew he had: magic.
November 26, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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caseyadamsstark.bsky.social
No instance of impede. But I do have this synonym/vibe. CW for mention of suicide, but in a murder mystery setting. #WIPSnips
Tiny sets right to work, rattles off a stream of consciousness information that Anne already knows—when the castle was built, the imported stones, the history of the the family and their influence on the neighboring communities. "Yes but," Anne interjects repeatedly. And Tiny carries on. "The captain had it furnished with pieces from all over the world. Italy, Spain, Switzerland, Peru. All lost after he set the place on fire and killed himself—" "—But what if he didn’t kill himself?" "—There were so many roadblocks over the business of selling off the hydroelectric plant. The politics of it. The man got depressed over it is my guess." "Would that be enough?" "Would what be enough?" "A captain in the army, an otherwise successful man. With his money and his experience in business matters, would that be enough to consider suicide?"
November 26, 2025 at 3:15 PM
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beyondtheonions.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #impede (vibe) #writing #horror #western #genre-bending #fiction #wip Sunsetter - an ancient evil in the wilds of the west.
*Short snippet today. Francis takes a fall. ⬇️
I crossed the dry creek and tripped, stumbling on winter’s deadfall buried in the snow, then stumbled again up the opposite bank. I took refuge behind the widow’s willow, foolishly feeling better with its bark at my back. #wip Sunsetter by Ross McDermott
November 26, 2025 at 12:26 PM
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triempery.bsky.social
#WIPSnips The word for November 26 is IMPEDE

When things go wrong between Hans and Dorilian, nothing will stop Hans from trying to put things right. A short bit without spoilers from THE RILL LORD but it uses "impede."
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Screenshot of text excerpt from THE RILL LORD, sixth and final book (April 2026) of the Triempery Revelations series by L.L. Stephens. Snip shows Hans running after his hot-tempered ally Dorilian, who has stormed out of meeting: Stopping only to fling his cloak about his shoulders and grab his sword from Snearly, Hans ran from the room. Pandaros and his officers stood in a group just outside the winery door, but Dorilian was not with them. “Don’t leave. I’m going to get him back.” Pandaros gave a nod that said he’d stay. It went without saying that the Sordani army would follow its Hierarch, not Hans. When the sentries guarding the perimeter of the camp saw who Hans was, they did not impede him, nor did he bother asking them which way Dorilian had gone. He could not explain how he understood the architecture of Dorilian’s impulses, but he regretted now leaving the Dazunor Crown behind. Though he found its amplifications distracting, it might have helped him by pointing to the Hierarch’s mood, the hidden pitfalls of that volatile temper. Even without it, Hans knew that Dorilian would want to be alone, that he would seek out a high place. That he needed to restore a sense of control.
November 26, 2025 at 12:30 PM
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5feetofredfury.bsky.social
#WIPSnips #WriteSky #writingprompt

Duels of Blood (Daisuke impedes traffic and Obito’s ability to think)
“You did promise to behave.” “Admittedly, a huge mistake on my part. Sojiro’s probably loads of fun to mess with.” Obito rolled his eyes. When he didn’t answer, Daisuke whirled around with a flap of his damp cloak, eyes bright and grin full of mischief as he kept walking backwards. A few people complained at his obliviousness, but ultimately went around him without directly confronting him—typical for Kinumura’s locals. “Fine,” he told Obito, batting his eyelashes. “I’ll only bully you while we’re here.” Obito grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around once more, ignoring his indignant yelp and how warm his own face became at the little pest’s teasing. “Stop that. We have work to do.”
November 26, 2025 at 12:09 PM
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tanukitycho.bsky.social
Surprisingly never used the word "impede," so I went with the synonym "Disrupt".

This still has to be my favorite battle scene so far. Even if it's just training for Drilltooth and Tycho, and just a game for Stolas.

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"So is that a no?" Stolas simply asked, Tycho shook his head. "I'm still willing to try." Tycho noted, Drilltooth mused then shrugged. "Yeah, sure could be fun." Drilltooth chimed in. "Wonderful!" Tycho and Drilltooth took opposite sides while Stolas stood in the middle at his own insistence. "Whenever you're ready. Come at me." Stolas simply told them, speaking loud enough for both of them to hear. Tycho stood his ground while Drilltooth immediately rushed in, moving as he usually would as a teal blur, Tycho watched as Stolas simply weaved to dodge the barely visiable blur, not even lifting a hand. Drilltooth quickly began speeding up, becoming more like a teal streak as Stolas dodged, or vines erupted from the ground to disrupt his movement. That's when Tycho attempted to strike going for a stab at Stolas' chest with the bamboo sword. The vine burst a new branch to block the strike, in the same moment Stolas moved to evade Drilltooth. As quickly as the vine emerged it disappeared making Tycho take a headbutt to the stomach from Drilltooth, knocking the tanuki on his tail and sending the squirrel rolling back from bouncing off the tanuki's fat unexpectedly. "Come now, boys. I know you're both better than that!" Stolas teased as if he wasn't casually predicting every move they'd make. Tycho didn't even get up, he just sent his bamboo sword to extend as quick as it could making a rock appear covering Stolas completely just as it hit the stone, the blunt blade became cloaked in fire, then returned to its natural form... a leaf now dry as can be on fire. The stones around Stolas crumbled and landed on the burning leaf, extinguishing it. "Good try." Stolas noted as he dodged another one of Drilltooth's quick strikes. Tycho got on his knees, sitting up. "Very well." The tanuki closed his eyes and began to preform the nine kanji mutra. Even with his eyes closed, Tycho could sense Drilltooth beginning to radiate more divine energy as he kept going at the owl king!
November 26, 2025 at 12:13 PM
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rachels-memories.bsky.social
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[from Wizards Without Wands]
"It seems quite improper for the lord to incite his young lover to jealousy, Lucius." Damian pulled back enough to examine the white strands he had just smoothed behind Lucius' ear. "May I make a suggestion?" "You may." "In my experience, the most beautiful young... *subjects* respond to the firmest... *restrictions.*" "In your experience, Damian?" And finally, Damian released Lucius' locks - and his ear - and except for Draco sighing and grumbling next to me, the rest of the meal proceeded without incident. I was last to finish eating. I hadn't actually eaten anything since Damian and the soup course, but I lingered at table until I convinced myself I could walk, upright and unimpeded, to the sitting room.
November 26, 2025 at 8:58 AM
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abdicatedblood.bsky.social
#WIPSnips
Maria and some others experience the aftermath of... something...
(Excerpt from FHSD Book 5: Burn Bright, Stand Together)
The plaza was a confusing mess of shapes, but she easily found the others lying on the ground nearby. She switched to her headlamp. It wasn’t very helpful, but it was enough to see the others and allow them to see each other. “What the fuck just happened?” Olintorim asked, as Maria helped him up. Niarith coughed and took Maria’s hand up, “We got hit. Can’t say by what.” “The Epsilon VII got hit too. I'm not sure how bad. My comms with _ are disrupted.” Maria said, kneeling down to check on Tantrii. Tantrii was covered in whitish dust, like everything else. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing raggedly. Maria knelt and carefully picked her up. She turned to Niarith and Olintorim, “We need to get out of here. They’ll be sending troops.”
November 26, 2025 at 8:59 AM
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jangoeswriting.bsky.social
‘Slow’ instead of ‘impede’ today.

From ‘House Rules’.

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She had had to grow up pretty fast. Then she had had to slow down a lot. Being a child was a rollercoaster sometimes, though she had no idea what one of those was. That was a throwback to the time when she was part ineffable artefact of near ultimate power and part brattish child who thought she knew everything. Which she did, but when that ineffable artefact had been removed, the brattish child had remained and she had to learn how to act without the ability to wipe beings and objects out of existence due to her petulance. She’d been a lot happier since, understandably.
November 26, 2025 at 9:14 AM
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ewanstone.bsky.social
'impede' (this is 'prevent') from Rune Carrier. Old friends meet on opposite sides of a battlefield on the decks of a familiar ship.

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“I volunteered for defensive duty here because I was certain I wouldn’t see you!" Aki spat. "I tried so very hard to PREVENT this meeting!” One foot slid back along the deck, bringing the cat into a low duellist’s stance. His knife point was aimed right at Marcus’ heart. “Now I have to take you down!” “I understand.” Marcus smiled, holding tight to the hilt of his blade. “You have to show Gremory that you tried your best. Otherwise, Demi gets hurt. Is that right? Sparrow said something very similar.” “You have no idea how much this hurts me!” Aki hissed. “To choose between my mentor and my wife!” “The choice is obvious,” Marcus insisted. “Demi should be the one you fight for every time.” “I… I know that.” “Aki, it’s alright!” He stretched out his arms to either side in a show of welcome. “Fight me as hard as you need to! Do every- thing you can to take me down!” “I…” Aki sobbed. “I don’t want to hurt you… Captain!” Marcus grinned. He laid his right hand on the wrappings of his helix blade. “You won’t,” he said.
November 26, 2025 at 11:01 AM
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charliedeltawrites.bsky.social
November 26th – impede

Mikiva spies on Fox’s half-brother and a priest as they discuss a plan that has gone slightly awry.

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The tight confines of the tunnels and the unfamiliarity of the terrain had impeded her initially, but she was getting the hang of it much faster than they were catching on to her. The priest and the scout ducked down a side passage and Mikiva positioned herself just out of sight, near the mouth of the tunnel. “Now, do you want to explain what is going on?” D’arryd snarled. “What do you think? I did what you asked, and it all went to shit,” the priest snapped. “How so?” “I gave her the mixture, but it didn’t work like it does for the priests. Normally, they just enter a quiet trance state. Even the large dose wouldn’t explain…” “I don’t care, B’ennit.” The scout cut him off. “Whatever happened to her, it was probably just Their judgment. What matters is that it’s over, now.” “But it isn’t, D’arryd! You aren’t listening. She’s not… She escaped into the tunnels.” “What!? Why didn’t you stop her?” “I tried! How do you think I ended up like this?” he gestured to his face.
November 26, 2025 at 11:27 AM
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jimthevampire.bsky.social
Going vibes again. It's a "get out of the way" day. Poor Ben.

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November 26, 2025 at 8:35 AM
wreybies.bsky.social
The #WIPSnips word for November 26th is "impede" - but I don't have impede, so I'm'a hafta pull a Missy Elliot and put my thang down flip it and reverse it with unhindered. 😜

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Kabelo stepped forward to meet Halima’s challenge. Every vein in in the man's arms and torso stood in high relief. His eyes were keenly affixed on the target, as though he could make it obey through sheer will. Sweat poured from his chin. When he pulled the string, the bow creaked, groaned, and finally yielded. His arrow split the air with a savage whistle, passing through the target unhindered. It struck the palace wall with a solid thunk, and held, quivering like a spear. The crowd surged to its feet, cries and ululations rising.
November 26, 2025 at 11:31 AM
wreybies.bsky.social
A meme in three panels. The first panel is an image of Puerto Rican sofrito, the next pane begins the “two ladies and a cat meme” template where the lady who is upset is saying “It’s chopped herbs and spices!” and the cat retorts, “It’s sofrito, pendeja!”
November 23, 2025 at 9:10 PM
wreybies.bsky.social
If you see this, QTP with a gif of your favorite wild animal.

I love stilt doggo!!!! (because it is a canid that belongs to a group of canids that are neither dogs, nor wolves, nor voxes, but a completely separate evolutionary story hiding in plain sight in South America, Cerdocyonina.
November 22, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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caseyadamsstark.bsky.social
This week’s challenge was almost made for the current #WIPSnips.
"You married a good woman," I overhear from a palm reader next in line. "She’s the reason for your longevity." The woman strokes a finger across Stan's hand, who sits in a chair opposite the reader. "Marlarkey! You know who my wife is." He pulls his hand free and gestures to Tiny as she passes. "Odds are, she’s the one who'll kill me." "Love you too, precious." Tiny throws Stan a kiss and keeps moving. Oddly enough, he catches it and winks. They reach the table where a woman wearing a headscarf sits, framed by two crystal balls on either end of the table. A Seer, is the claim on her banner draped along the table front. It has a spray of golden stars across a midnight blue backdrop that matches the headscarf. "Tiny! Come, come! Who are your friends?"
November 22, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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“That’s the Godswatch Tower,” Celeste said. “It still stands.” Opposite the black stone, about twenty yards past the clearing, was a massive tower. It stood alone in the field, like a lighthouse without an ocean, and appeared to be well over a hundred feet tall. The apex was a wide dome, making it resemble a giant scepter. The tower was old, but not ancient, and Krutch thought it peculiar any structure would be built in the open by itself. “There used to be a special crystal at the top that enabled the viewer to see vast distances,” the Dinah continued. “It was crafted to observe and study the stars. They built the tower out here where there would be no city light to interfere.” “I heard about that,” said Lamont. “Unfortunately, that’s also why the crystal got stolen.” “Yes,” she said. “I know there’s another tower closer to Ira, but that crystal’s not as strong as the original. It’s such a shame. Sometimes I don’t understand this country.” She sighed and shook her head. “Still … I always wanted see the top of the tower. Even without the crystal, I’m sure the view is gorgeous.”
November 22, 2025 at 6:20 PM
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danwoodswriter.bsky.social
As Commandant Bradley savors his bourbon and bartender Kira eavesdrops from across the ornate hall, the conversation she's about to overhear will prove far more telling than she knows.

Today's #WIPSnips is "crystal"

Enjoy this snippet from Where The Battle Is

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Screenshot of narrative text on black background depicting a bar scene in Austin. Commandant Bradley arrives with jangling medals and is greeted by Charles, who has been leering at bartender Kira for over an hour. Bradley orders old bourbon from Frankfort served neat; the word 'crystal' is highlighted in yellow. The text describes Bradley savoring the whiskey—smelling it, admiring its legs in the golden light, then drinking with eyes closed before sighing with enjoyment. Kira, who has a prosthetic leg, refills his glass then moves to a respectful distance while still able to overhear their conversation due to the room's amplifying acoustics. The passage ends with Bradley saying 'Well, Charles, out with it.' The word 'real' appears italicized when Charles calls Austin 'the real center of empire,' and 'hmmmed' is italicized when describing Bradley's acknowledgment.
November 22, 2025 at 5:30 PM
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seraphrdm.bsky.social
#WIPSnips Ah yes one of my favorite scenes to write LOL. Poor Byron.

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A graphic for WIP Snips featuring a snippet with the word "crystal" in red text.
November 22, 2025 at 5:08 PM
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tanukitycho.bsky.social
Kind of a follow up to yesterday's words of the detail, going into a bit more detail.

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"Where was I? Oh right. No throne if I just ate everything." He nodded, after confirming with himself; "Well! Because I'm a being of Greed, my gut knows value, and I can sense treasure in trash." He turned his head to them, giving them a wicked grin. "Guess who found a leftover Portal Crystal from the Aurthorian ages of Camelot!" "Those were outlawed and discontinued for use by anyone due to misuse of them." Cryog noted, Redeg laughed at that. "That's true... but I use mine for good." Redeg noted, immediately getting skeptical looks from the pair, he grinned expecting that response turning to them. "I know I'm not exactly one who's well liked among the Heavens, but consider this for a minute; have you ever wondered what happened to old treasures from old wars? Weapons, jewelry, currencies, golds, silvers, the list I have can expand endlessly. But I'll tell what happened; they were lost to time, missing in action. All that precious metal and materials. Poof." He made an explosion gesture with his hand. "Gone. Unclaimed. Lost. Nobody could find them. Sure some mortals have found some pieces, but what? That took them... a hundred years to suddenly care? Maybe even longer in some cases, then what do they do with them?" He tilted his head, looking down on them. "PUT THEM BEHIND GLASS!!! For Display! I'm all for having expensive, guady, decor, but these treasures don't end up in homes!" Redeg began to rant, "They end up in public spaces for a miniscule fee to be observed for maybe five minutes, more or less! It's tasteless! Tacky! Awful even! It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth to think such glorious things go to such extraordinary waste!" He shook his head, "Sometimes they even leave broken things hidden in storage rooms, out of sight, leaving them to collect dust! It disgusts me!" He lowered his head in disappointment, with eyes closed as if he was grieving at the mere thought of it.
November 22, 2025 at 12:47 PM
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woodenvelt.bsky.social
Spencer and Wren summon a ghost.

From my romantasy wip about a priest of the dead and a thief with a heart of gold.

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“Let’s get on with it then.” Spencer drained the remains of his port in one long gulp and set the glass on the table with a soft clink. “What’s the departed’s name?” “The Honorable Duke Shelton Bryce Cormier Var Dunnis, Shelly to his friends.” “Bit of a mouthful, isn’t it?” Spencer hoisted two wooden chairs lining the wall and carted them to the reading table. Wren picked up the ring and set it neatly on the black cloth-covered surface beside a folded scrap of paper. “Oh, you know how it is with nobles,” she smirked, taking a seat at the table. “The length of your name is directly proportional to your level of swank.” With a chuckle, Spencer took the chair opposite her and tugged at the corner of the silk square covering the summoning crystal. It slid free in a pale waterfall of fabric. Spreading his hands across the table, he cleared his throat and looked at Wren. She gave a nod, signaling that she was ready. Spencer laid his left hand over the ring and touched the base of the crystal with his right. Wren had seen mediums and card readers with polished crystal balls before, but Spencer used a solid chunk of six-sided quartz with spires jutting out of a rocky base. Darkening from clear at the tips to smokey gray near the bottom, the thing was nearly as large as her head. I’d need a mule and a pulley if I wanted to nick it.
November 22, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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amber-hathaway.bsky.social
From the 90s story:

"Pastor Abrams wouldn't kidnap anyone. That's not the kind of person he is. But Pat ... is a witch. And I'm guessing based on the bird skulls and crystals that Bonnie is too."

"I mean, Pat's Wiccan, I think, but I don't see why that matters.”

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November 22, 2025 at 1:59 PM
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#WIPSnips The word for November 22 is CRYSTAL

Crystals serve to house arcane energy in the Triempery series. Here in this snip from THE RILL LORD, we see such crystals used in battle. On the field of battle, Dorilian contemplates the source of the attack.
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Screenshot of a text excerpt from THE RILL LORD, sixth and final book (April 2026) of the Triempery Revelations series by L.L. Stephens. This snip shows Dorilian on the battlefield contemplating the source of a magical, deadly attack: “Get the men on their horses.” Dorilian barked the command. A second assault from the fortress, on the horrible heels of the first, had just burst through the southernmost shield. “You too, Tutto,” he said. The old retainer planted his feet. “I stay with you.” “Not now. Not where I go.” “Whatever you do, you’ll need help after. I’m not about to let you die along with our hopes.” Frightened, the men left. Dorilian barely saw their faces as they ran for the horses but noted that Robdan’s was among them. Tutto and Legon stayed in a hollow just behind him, keeping hold on three horses. Elithegh loomed like a fire-crowned tooth across a plain seething with death. Dorilian traced the fortress’s structure within the World’s firmament, the weight of it, the dimensions of its walls and towers; his study was but a template of the massive edifice. Even from here, he discerned the solar array, its crystal linkages and amassed energy. Only an Epopte of the highest Order could have set such high-level magic.
November 22, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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sayaashrah.bsky.social
#WIPSnips 22. "Crystal"

Ashrah is in yet *another* predicament! (But this time Sareena, Tomas, and Datusha are all there with her!)

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Hot breath and a cacophony of instruments and voices buffeted Ashrah in the face, but above the noise, she heard Sareena gasping. “Are you alright?” Smoke whispered. “Quiet,” was all the Nether-Touched answered. Hundreds more demons waited inside, mining stones with pickaxes or pointed arms, cleaning weapons from a small but varied arsenal, feeding Infernal beasts, cackling and squeaking among themselves, coming and going from tunnels that extended even deeper into the mountain. Stone cabins protruded from the walls, one atop the other, fire lanterns dangling from tiny windows. And at the centre of this first chamber, an enormous, blue crystal hovered above a depression ringed by cheering demons, emanating enough psychic energy to make Ashrah vertiginous. “Bloody Hells,” Datusha gasped. “That’s a feat of magical engineering, if I ever saw one!” “What is this?” Since she could not ask mentally, Ashrah did so aloud. The azahnu answered first. “You may have led armies to victory and slaughtered devils, elbhyr, but here, I am the master, and you will learn your place.”
November 22, 2025 at 11:32 AM
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aaronsher.bsky.social
Maybe a cemetery isn’t the BEST place to fight the undead?

A snippet from Mechanical Advantage, book two of the urban fantasy series Origin Key (see my pinned post). #amwriting #WIPsnips #WritingCommunity #WriteSky #fantasy 📚💙
Averill and his lackey weren't doing so well. They had personal shields as well, of course, but the zombies had so much sheer mass that just standing up was a problem. I was sure that if they went down before that wave of rotting flesh and bone that would be the end of them. Averill was calling thunderbolts down from the sky like I'd seen White do once, though seeing it from this angle wasn't nearly as impressive as it had been at ground zero. Edwards was using his crystal-tipped wand like a whip, trailing a line of blue flame that cut through zombies like they weren't there. All of it, all the devastating magic, Nia's enchanted axe and my cane, the explosions and the fire, all of it together...it wasn't enough. There were just too many zombies. And now DeRose's wall of water had died down and they were after us again. I set myself to go down swinging; I didn't see any way out of this.
November 22, 2025 at 11:34 AM