What Just Happened?

So, we’ve begun gaming (D&D) and I am playing the character I had mentioned in a previous post.  It’s been two sessions and I only barely got a feel for him.  Then, out of the blue, backstory was being written in my head.  Unbidden!  It didn’t help that I was at work when it struck.  Luckily I grabbed a pen and some paper and jotted down what I could.

It was big thing for me.  Not only am I fleshing out this character even more, but it has been some time since I’ve written ANYTHING.  Writing has always been something I’ve done.  Something that I love to do.

So, if you happen to be curious why not read what is below the cut. It’s just shy of 500 words and is very rough.  Like I said, backstory!  What makes him tick without getting into the nitty gritty with his current companions.

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Witches of November and Haunting Dreams

So the past few days here in the Midwest have been windy and chilly. Not to mention we had sudden rain and some amazing lighting. A little out of season and worrisome but beautiful nonetheless. Though, as I heard, not too strange. I mean, common enough to have an interesting name:

Witch of November.

Sounds rather cool to me.

The night before the winds whipped through the state I had an odd dream. If you remember my mentioning I rarely dream, so this was another big thing! In the dream I was getting ready for someone’s arrival. I was giddy and nervous. I was doing things only reserved for special events. Then I woke up.

Now I told Grendal about it and he seemed curious. I told him it may have something to do with Odin. The last dream I had was Odin telling me he would return. Months later not only does this dream happen, the heavy winds showed up on a Wednesday, and we had a large number of crows in the neighborhood just hanging out in the trees near our property. The crows themselves were odd because they were completly absent from the neighborhood during the summer.

I don’t know what’s happening or going to happen, but someone is on their way.

Living Out Some Fantasies

I don’t know if I have mentioned it before, at least on here, that I am a BIG Dungeons and Dragons fan.  I knew of it’s existence in high school, perhaps earlier, and wanted to be part of it.  The problem was, I didn’t know anyone who played.  No one in my circles of friends seemed like the type nor did they even skirt around mentioning it.  It wasn’t until college and when Grendal and I were in our early relationship that I was FINALLY introduced to the game.  I dove in and never looked back.

Dungeons and Dragons has been an excellent vessel for me.  I’ve been able to flex my story telling abilities and was able to make new friends.  Acting was easier for me as I was able to get into different mindsets.  Whole worlds opened up!  I began to write and create such lush worlds and peoples.  I would be doing myself a huge disservice if I didn’t link the game to the majority of my writing, having inspired and influenced me in many ways.

What I had never expected, though, was that this game would be an amazing way to find out about myself.  Not what I would do in certain situations, but who I was.  Yes, my first few characters were off beat and goofy.  Hippy types that would spout flowery type things and go on about the awesomeness that is nature.  While that is a part of who I am, it wasn’t anything new.  The more I read about the game and found new classes, the more I peeled away bits of myself.  While not every portion of myself and my personality is the best, it is interesting to see what is there.

Kanaloa was the first character that I played that I feel like I finished.  I could play her again but there would be little character development and growing.  Her story was told.  Oddly enough, there was so much about her that when I looked back on it I saw myself in the strangest ways.  She was a half aquatic elf which was an odd way to mirror my half Hawai’ian bloodline.  Never really fitting in with her aquatic family and finally having to live with her father and his kind (my parents are happily married but I have never really felt like a part of either family).  She was loyal to a fault to the royal family she worked for, being a companion to one of the princes.  She was a bounty hunter.  A skilled woman, cold to those who didn’t know her but warm to the few she called friends.  Kanaloa was all business and was brash with the ones she cared for.  She never truly let anyone close.

Xyrygosa, the second character I finished.  Again, a half breed (half dwarf and half fire elf) but this time accepted by her families, for the most part.  A temper that was hard to manage once brought forth.  She was small in stature but a powerhouse (while I’m not a powerhouse, I am small and have an awful temper).  She was the unlikely hero of the group and brought forth power when least expected.  Xyrygosa was also the one that led the group to their death because no one questioned us (the character and myself).  I learned, through her, that I had the ability to persuade people if I was confident in my actions.

Ruslan, my third and most recent character to finish.  A human reaching the age in life where adventuring is not much of an option (the ripe old age of 48).  A widower who raised a child and thought of nothing more than to see that his daughter had the best he could offer.  A wounded man, losing his arm in the same incident that took his wife.  While he was, technically, disabled he was still a captain in the city guard and trained new recruits.  He was the power of the group and the most grounded.  Ruslan was someone that I was becoming.  Family oriented, proud, and weary.

Now we’re starting a new game and I begin a new character.  I know this one and I have danced around this portion of my being before.  He (no name just yet) is manipulative.  While he care for others, he sees many of them as a means to an end.  Aloof.  He ridicules people.  He enjoys planting seeds of doubt in unsuspecting people.  He sees no problem in using those around him if it means he won’t have to dirty his hands.  This character is sadistic, hedonistic, and has little reason to deny such things.  He is the smallest portion of my personality, a portion that rarely ever crops up these days, but wants to be seen in some fashion.

I guess this is the place where he can do his thing and nothing ill will come of it.

At least in reality.

We’ll Dream of Many Things

I don’t seem to dream as much as I used to. I don’t have a clear reason as to why. I remember having many strange, frightening dreams as a child. When I heard about dreamcatchers I was excited. Me being 10 or 11 I decided to buy a little dreamcatcher necklace and hang it over my bed. Sure enough the bad dreams seemed to stop. Then again, all my dreams seemed to stop.

This isn’t to say that I don’t dream at all. I do and the dreams have a tendency to be quite random. Grendal, though, is something else entirely.

Grendal is a lucid dreamer. Has been for as long as he can remember. Within the last two years he has been having very random night terrors. He knows, in the dream, when it’s happening because he cannot control them.  They have dealt with recently dead family members and strange spirits. Some how I manage to wake up before he begins screaming/moaning/shouting. It frightens me to no end and we usually lay in bed together, him holding me while we both calm down and he makes sense of it all.

He had a dream the other night. One he couldn’t really control but it wasn’t a night terror. He described it, roughly, as this:

We were running down our old street. For some reason we were living with my parents again. Anyway, we were running down the street to the house and the trees were electrified. Arcs of lightning between branches, jumping across the street. Flowers were lighting up like christmas lights.

I was freaking out but you couldn’t see any of it. You were getting so upset. I tried pointing it out but you only saw trees.

We finally get in and go to our old room.  I find an outfit made up of a white, sleeveless tunic and black pants with metal threading.

I thought about that dream for only a short time when something cropped up in the back of my mind. Thor.  I have always thought and told Grendal as much only recently, that if he ever really ventured down the Heathen path he could very easily become a Thorsman. He has always liked Thor’s imagery, symbology, and has an odd connection with goats.  This dream had also occurred the same day he tried crafting a bow for me. While it has never been stated in lore (as far as I can tell) both of us have associated Thor with crafting weapons and, well, blacksmithing.

So Grendal is thinking of an offering to place out for Thor and we have discussed dedicating his forge and workshop to both Thor and dwarves.

Things are gonna get interesting.

The Day I was a Magician’s Assistant

I love magic tricks! Slight of hand, card tricks, sawing someone in half. Without a doubt, if you show me a magic trick I revert to a five year old with wide eyes and a huge smile.

So, going to the fair on Saturday started out wonderfully. Not only did we get some awesome parking but we came across a magician just starting his show on the way to the first joust. Ivanovich was his name. We watched, and I became a kid. He needed two adults to help him in a trick, specifically to tie him up. Without skipping a beat I raised my hand. Never had I been on stage with a magician but I desperately wanted to. He saw me, asked if I wanted to help, and I said yeah with a big grin. I climbed on stage, someone cracked a joke that he had to be careful, I was wearing fur so I knew what I was doing. We all laughed.  The trick was fun and being right there made it amazing. It was a highlight.

Ivanovich saw me later, waiting for Grendal, and said hi, wished me a good day. It was awesome.

On to the stuff you’ve been wanting, though.  Pictures!  Still not as much as last year but this year we ended up watching more shows than we normally do.  Ah well!

As per usual, beneath the cut to save the people who don’t want to see it or don’t want their pieces of technology bogged down from the get go.  :D

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Where Have You Been?

I hear you say.

“We wanted this ren fair pictures!” you cry.  I am, of course, flattered that you are eagerly awaiting those.

But where have I been? What have I been doing?

Well, work has been a pain. Trainees abound, me working 6 days/40+ hours, and all of that. I have been bushed.

So, pictures will be put up after the weekend. The reasoning is two fold. First, I am not too keen on the shots I got. Secondly, we are actually going again this weekend! It is the last weekend of the year, Divo is joining us, and since we don’t have kiddos running about us, we can get proper shots. *fanfair*

But!  BUT! The major reason why I have been absent is this:

Spark of Life: Hidden Within the Pages Book 1

A book! My book!  My biggest dream has been achieved. I have a physical copy of the book on my kitchen table.

I worked on printing this for a week’s time, setting it up on Amazon to reach people. I feel so naked doing this. This is the most exposed I have ever felt. Only two people, besides myself, have read this thing but now ANYONE can read it.

I have been on cloud nine for a week now. Only a handful of people have begun reading this but I haven’t tried advertising yet. I don’t care, though! My stuff is out of my mind and into the world.

I am so freakin nervous.

For the Moment You’ve All Been Waiting For

My vacation photos.  Yeah, I’m THAT person.  Semi-educational stuff goin’ on in these pictures, which will be posted beneath a cut for those who either don’t wanna look at what I did weeks ago or need to ready their phones for the incoming barrage of media.  Either way, pictures!  I do apologize for the low quality of the indoor shots at the museum.  We were using a different camera than normal and the majority of the shots came out so freakin’ blurry.

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