Yes, /waves Jedi hand/ you see what I did there.
I’m not gonna lie, I had a very hard time getting excited about the new Star Wars movie. I’d been very excited about a new Star Wars movie before, and that backfired hard. Ever since Jar Jar and the disregard of established canon, I’ve had trust issues.
But as I hate spoilers, I bought an opening night ticket in self-defense, and I sat tense in my seat through the ads and trailers, wearing my Mara Jade costume*, waiting. Daring, just a little, to hope. Continue reading
Today I am participating in J.L. Mbewe’s Geek Feast Blog Hop, sharing fandom-inspired recipes. As we are presently between Thanksgiving and Christmas, when oven-tender fowls are traditional fare, I thought I would share a time-honored family recipe for chocobo. (Don’t miss the contests below and the fundraiser, as 100% of So To Honor Him royalties this week go to charity!)
Sephiroth’s Favorite Roast Chocobo
As the holiday season of marathon eating begins, we think not only of the loved ones no longer with us (all of them, from Aerith to Zach) but of the family and social gatherings where we will gorge ourselves on our favorite recipes. One which has been a repeated hit is Sephiroth’s favorite Roasted Chocobo. Continue reading
“A little help?” called Angie. “I’m down sixty-four hit points! This thing is killing me!”
Cassandra didn’t even look up from the figures on the table. “I know! That’s why I’m about to hit it in the head with a mace!”
“Cassandra, you’re the cleric! I want some healing.”
Cassandra glanced at her character sheet. Morningstar or broadsword? She should have buffed the sword. “Quit your whining, I’m busy.”
Angie’s voice was insistent. “Healing?”
“Fine, fine.” Cassandra raised a hand overhead and pointed at Angie. “Cure moderate. Take—” she rolled two dice— “twenty-two points back.”
The GM frowned. “Hold on, her character’s twenty feet away from you. You can’t cure from there.”
“Faith’s reach! I took that feat. I can touch from range distances.”
“Thanks,” said Angie. “Now I can run away screaming.”
“And leave the cleric alone in the front line?”
“There shouldn’t be a cleric in the front line!”
“Shut up, you.”
“Right, then.” The GM sighed. “You’re that kind of cleric. This is going to be a rough game.”
Writing RPG sessions feels like cheating, because I basically just polish our own game transcripts.
I am that terrible non-healing healer. You may commence empathy for my party.
So you might have noticed I’ve been off the blog. I was doing writerly things, I promise! (Well, most of the time.) In short, I signed up back-to-back for a writers retreat, the When Words Collide literary festival, and Gen Con. Continue reading