“The grief of those we love is a bitter brew,” says Notte beside me. I thought I’d prepared for everything, but how could anyone prepare for this?
Yet another snippet from Notte! Unedited, messy, etc. Enjoy!
Horse’s instructions seemed simple: I was to find the city of Mercy; to locate the inn called Pearl’s Bottom; to rent a bed, yet not use it, and instead wait in the public room below for a week and a day.
“Do those you drink from die?”
“Yes,” I said. “But sometimes, they live.”
This is a work in progress. 🙂 Typos, verb tense problems, and more issues abound, but it’s still pretty fun.
So here’s this thing that I’ve know about forever, but have had no opportunity to talk about yet. It’s called the First War, and was probably one of the most culturally significant things to ever happen among the Mythos.
Notte’s having a really bad day. I won’t give more context for the moment.
A slightly longer snippet this time, and one I rather like.
Hey, all! It’s been a while since I posted. I actually have a good reason: homework.