So I’m going to have to reinstall wordpress on the server to fix the old problem, but that’s no longer the biggest problem I’ve got.
Not one month after I got promoted, my project is going to be ended in December and I’m at risk of being laid off. While I’m still working right now, I’m going to have to focus on looking for another job (assuming I don’t get put on a new project) and on getting the World of Ere RPG ready for Kickstarter.
I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you guys the content you deserve, but… 2018 has been almost as bad as 2017 for me to be honest.
I have no idea why, but after I updated Open Office, I can’t copy paste into wordpress.
Update will happen the second I get this fixed.
Okay, folks. So the fact is, a Monday update when I work Sunday and game Monday night is not the best idea and on top of my new position is responsible for the biweekly release schedule I’m providing right now.
Plus, I really want to get back to telling the other stories on this site (Remember Liedecker Institute?) and doing my blog, so I’m going to announce a major change in how I do updates going forward. Hint: it’s how things used to be waaay back ten years ago when I started.
Oh, and thanks to Patreon, there’s also going to be more Ere material incoming.
That transition was jarring, agonizing. Every muscle in Kareem’s body felt as if it were cramping; every nerve as if it was being cut free from his body.
MayComm’s astral gate had not been designed to transport physical beings across the boundary between worlds. So however it had been reconfigured to do so, it did in the same way a cube of gelatin could be transported through a straw.
He marveled at how the process hadn’t been fatal even as he collapsed from his reeling senses. Somewhere, someone was screaming in pain. It was as an afterthought that he realized he was joining them. Then, mercifully, he passed out.
A full-body ache greeted him upon waking. It hurt so much to just open his eyes, it felt like a heroic effort to do so. There wasn’t much to see: the ever-present rosy haze of the astral plane prevented seeing whether or not there even was a sky there.
Turning his head was absolutely out of the question, so instead he tapped into his power and sent his mind questing for signs of sapience around him. There were two people relatively near him.
One was a dim constellation of thoughts … Continue reading
There was a balcony outside the food court on the tenth floor of the Nichole Farmer Avenue Mall that gave a commanding view of the city clear to the St Anne River that cut it in half. On a bright summer day like the one during which Kareem Utt sat an watched a cargo ship pass beneath the West Truman Bridge, the sun turned many of the glass-faced buildings along that view into columns of brilliant light, completely opposite the mood filling his heart.
He looked away from said view and down at the Styrofoam container from Heroes and Gyros, wondering what—besides a general craving for tzatziki sauce—had possessed him to order from there. Heroes and Gyros was a local chain that had until recently been exploiting the team’s existence as public figures to use their likenesses and names in their marketing.
In addition to having menu items like the Golden Facsimile Rice and Occult’s Mystic Stuffed Grape Leaves, now they had a merchandising deal with the team that allowed them to use the D-icon logo created by Analiza Purcell on things like their boxes. So he found himself staring at the team’s official logo for far longer than he … Continue reading
Ow ow ow ow ow.
Update will be late because I have a blinding toothache. Probably Tuesday.
Sealed in a sarcophagus of ice with his body as brittle was fine crystal, Kahmu plummeted toward the hard-packed earth. His doom would have come in a thousand icy shards in the dust if a boiling mass of green ogre-flesh hadn’t expanded across the dirt beneath him, allowing his fragile form a cushioned landing that only broke off one of his delicate wings.
“You’re not getting away that easily, Buggy,” Facsimile announced, accepting a punch from one of the oni thanks to having one of her arms busy and hyper-extended to catch the kukara.
Above, the remaining clones flashed out of existence without Kahmu’s will there to sustain them.
With them gone, Zero was free the drop down on the new battlefield. An oni leapt at her, but was repulsed by a beam of psychokinetic energy that sent him flying into the side of the building. She threw up a barrier to block a rush from Jada before looking back to Kay.
“Shouldn’t they be turning back?”
Kay was thumbing through her palmtop, looking for the needed spell. “Not really. He just let them get possessed, the oni don’t need him to keep possessing them. Just… just keep them still … Continue reading
Renaissance crouched on the edge of their newest perch, watching as Zero joined the fight against the kukara clones. From her vantage point, she could also see that her slick pellets weren’t going to keep the oni down forever.
The one possessing Jada had figured out that her claws could anchor in the pitch on the roof and allow her to drag herself around on the low-fiction goo. Once she got to a space clear of the lubricant, she’d be free and the others would follow.
“Anything I can do to help?” She asked Kay.
The team’s professional sidekick was on her hands and knees drawing a magic circle with chalk and paused to shake her head. “Just keep me safe so I can concentrate. I have instant runes in may kit, but I need to change the runes to make what I need to undo the freeze on Warrick. Once he’s free, with Isp and Osp, the oni won’t be much of a problem.”
“How… high up in Faerie are these kurakas? A one-hit k… defeat must mean they’re pretty high up there.”
Kay continued to draw as she responded. “The thing is, that’s not an instant win on … Continue reading
More heroes join the fight, but with them comes a different kind of conflict. Continue reading
The Project Sanctuary building on the corner of Barks and Karl had once been an extended-stay hotel, albeit not one big enough even to hold the most modest conventions. The U-shaped structure had been converted into an urban garden and the volunteers opened the wrought iron gate at the open end to allow Alloy, Renaissance, Facsimile, and Kay in.
“You know,” Facsimile said, looking from her armored and costumed friends to Kay who was still in her vampiress costume. “We never came up with a name for you.”
The team’s dedicated sidekick shrugged. “I dunno. I figured that since we’re public and all now I can just go by my real name. Kay Graycloud can carry on into the real world the proud tradition of Rick Jones.”
“Who?” asked Facsimile.
Alloy offered Kay a gauntleted high five. “Nice. So you read those old comics I suggested.”
She grinned, showing false fangs. “Yeah. Lots of great stuff in there about how to be a good sidekick. But don’t expect my eventual costume being traffic light inspired.”
“We’re here,” The assumed leader of the volunteers, who the group had learned was named Kyle, said, rather more loudly than necessary. The garden was … Continue reading