How Fel Got into Dungeons and DragonsAll DM's have their own style. Some people are gameplay heavy, some like to be silly, some are serious, some are in it to craft a story, some can be vindictive, some can be controlling, some can be overly lenient to their players...More Like This
The list goes on. Me? I like to think I'm a fair DM. At least, I hope I am. I like to think I can meet my player's needs, have something narratively satisfying or cathartically fun and challenging. I want to give the players room to roleplay and flesh out their characters, as well as give life to their immediate surroundings and work hard to win their investment in the campaign. Sure, I'm usually more story-inclined when the percentages are down, but I like to throw the players a curve ball and present them with a badass encounter, keep them on their toes.
I also don't go out of my way to punish my players for not following every beat of my drum. Heck, I encourage imagination and creativity, I reward my players any time they do something balls out or
It's a Small World, Over Here and Over ThereHistory as we understand it is not a simple straightforward narrative. Dear God, no. History is more than just a chronicle of past events, it's a mind-bogglingly complex mechanism made of vast interconnected components, each comprised of everything from individual action to era-appropriate prejudices; from disparity of resources to cultural evolution; from religion to warfare; from art to politics; from reverence to tradition to open defiance of tradition and the conflict thereof.More Like This
Typically, there are two popular and diametrically opposed approaches to history. There's the common "Great Man" theory, which focuses all the thrusts and revolutions and actions of any historical context on individuals, giving them credit for vast movements or perhaps giving too much credit to individuals who happened to be in the right place at the right time. This is the theory that would have you think George Washington and his cabinet alone were the supreme architects of the American R
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Chapter 32 "Chloe's talent,hannah's test"
at Rebecca's house Chloe is singing to herself again Rebecca is fighting with her mum once again and Euan is listening to Chloe and she is singing the song escape from the city
"follow me set me free trust me and we will escape from the city" Chloe sings Euan looking dazed around her
"oh shut the fuck up mum" Rebecca shouts as she puts on her bag for school
"don't you dare use that fucking language around me shit head" Rebecca's mum shouted back Chloe looked over to the 2 of them
"Rebecca come on we need to leave for school and meet up with Kattie-chan" Chloe asked and Euan left the house still dazed and layed back
"not now Chloe I can't leave this unfinished" Rebecca replied and Chloe started to sing to calm them down amazingly it did and Rebecca's mum actually said have a nice day to both girls
"ahhh Chloe's singing is sooo peaceful" Rebecca said with her face showing bliss.
[Opening 2 re-pixeled memories
Gone For So Long(Daddy!LinkXPregnant!Mommy!Reader)More Like This
You were standing by the fireplace, making a stew for you and your 6 year old son to share for dinner. As you shifted, your hip knocked off the tasting spoon from the table. "Ah Link? Could you... come..." You stopped what you were saying, realizing Link wasn't here anymore. He's been gone for 5 months. You looked down sadly before bending over. That's when your son came in.
"Mommy I got it-" You cut him off.
"No it's ok honey I got it. You'll burn yourself, it's hot." You said with a gentle smile. You grabbed the spoon, used to the feeling. You have many burn marks on your back from your journey to Death Mountain. Some on your arms are self-inflicted but let's not talk about those. You were about to stand up but then you felt a pain in your stomach. "Oof..." you let out a shaky breath and put a hand on your stomach.
"Mommy are you ok?" (S/n) asked in a worried tone as he looked up at you with his big sparkly blue eyes. You smiled at him again, weakly, sweating a bi