Dreaming but NOT DEAD

That’s right. You have grown complacent in my long Silence. In toil in seclusion, fashioning a monument out of my life, but I have not forgotten you, my darlings, nor the Great Ordeal.

Palace of Unquiet Repose advances. It will get there. You will face the deathless terror of Uyu-Jadmogh in a terracotta city on a quicksilver lake. Tormented. Shattered. Eternal.


Consulting on Cha’alt is almost done. It will get there. You will face an incomprehensible goulash of pop-culture references that will go down like absinthe and leave you hungover, disoriented, and blown away. Without my aid, it would be less then it is now.

My personal life is ascendant. I got a new job, I am learning SQL in my free-time, I started MMA again (I am still young, a Nordic Vision of Apollo, a killer’s Narcissus!) and I am getting my driver’s licence [1]. In my heart, Canada is entrenched immovably like crystalline roots in permafrost steppes. My loins are stirred by desert winds in the sun.

What is left but to recommend/review works of Fantasy Literature?

The Curse of the Wise Woman (Lord Dunsany) – For once the term fantasy literature is apt. A moving tale of pre-turn of the century Ireland, and a boy’s love for the hunt and the bog of his youth. Ultimately a parable about loss and yearning for the past as well as a man’s love for his country. Beautiful.

The Storm Lord (Tanith Lee) – An ancient myth on a far off world, of lust, ambition, vengeance and religion. A colourful tapestry of betrayal, intrigue, atrocity and lust with the tempo of a languid opium-dream. Occasionally long-winded or flowery, I don’t know anything quite like Storm Lord (and its sequel Anackire) and would actually cautiously recommend it to fans of S&S, though be advised it was written by a woman, presumably with one hand under her desk.

Lyonesse (Jack Vance) – Let it be known that the man you carry aloft on a gilded Palanquin, the one you would presume to call master, the bloated and lecherous G.R.R.M., is nothing but a pretender, whose greatest efforts seem infantile and joyless in comparison with the true master. Lyonesse is a complex interwoven pseudo-historical medieval fantasy set in the impossibly colourful Elder Isles before the Birth of King Arthur and presents a hypnotically fascinating mixture of politics, intrigue, sorcery, faerie, farce and drama that is simply unputdownable. Get it, get the sequels (The Green Pearl and Madouc) and you will never glance at Game of Thrones again. The picaresque nature of many of the tales makes it uniquely useful as inspiration for DnD encounters, something which the other two on this list cannot be said to do.

As for upcoming works, I stumbled upon a treasure trove at the weekly second hand book-market in Amsterdam, Spui, picking up The Mezentian Gate, The Seven Footsteps of Satan, The Well of the Unicorn and The Face in the Abyss in one fell swoop. Unbelievably good haul, where I eventually decided not to go for Clark Ashton Smith and Howard. Currently I am reading Blood Meridian, an anti-western of pristine desolation, squalid rubble heaps of humanity and pulse-pounding, terrifying, all-pervasive violence.

It is good my brethren. Your Prince rises. And lives.

[1] Holland is actually so small and so well connected via transport that a drivers licence is not the neccessity it would be in many of the larger, lamer countries.


32 thoughts on “Dreaming but NOT DEAD

  1. Definitely looking forward to the Palace. It sounds corny, but sometimes you can tell the quality of fantasy from its naming, and “Unquiet Repose” hits the right notes. Any ETA? 2019?

    I recently tried to pick up Lyonesse after being intrigued by news of the upcoming Mythras licensed supplement for it (as well as the already-released intro adventure, Coddefut’s Stipule). But the English digital books are not available in the US. You can get them in the UK but they are region-locked. It’s been so long since I’ve read anything on paper that I’m not sure if I remember how.

    Never read Tanith Lee; your description sounds appealing but then you only cautiously recommend it. What gives? I can’t tell if you’re joking about her being a woman; since you once compared Ursula Leguin to Terry Brooks (!!!), I don’t know what to think. My dog craps more eloquent content onto newspaper than Shannara so that made me cry.


    1. 2019 for sure.

      True story, I almost exclusively read paper books, which I prefer and which are verifiably better in aiding retention, involving the far more active page-turning which engages a larger part of your brain. Can’t you get the Collector’s edition hardcover and put it next to your tablets or floppy drives or whatever the hell it is you kids use these days?

      Tanith Lee is a cautious recommendation because I felt a little bored through parts of Anackire and the Storm Lord, where the pacing slows down almost to a crawl. You have to be able to appreciate the scenery and the poetry of the language and giving it time to develop. I often had trouble recalling some side characters as a result of the naming schemes (e.g. three characters named Raldnor). It is a genuinely interesting blend of mythology, new age spiritualism, eroticism, meditations on gender and sword and sorcery violence but don’t go in expecting Conan. I think I can best compare it to something like The Stone Dance of the Chameleon by Ricardo Pinto, yes, another Gender-Fantasy that I enjoyed. Violence in The Storm Lord is seldom stylized in the manner of Conan or Kaine.

      Which leads me into my next point. I say it was written by a woman because women write differently then men and this is as true for fantasy as it is for anything else. The focus is different, the characters have more emotional depth but the male characters lack something indefinable. I recommend it because it is good but it is not for everyone and it does have its flaws.

      I know I needled and hounded you by comparing Le Guin to Brooks but that was only to offset the almost deific worship you seemed to lavish on what is a very competent B list author, who has written numerous engaging works like Earthsea (first three were overal good) and the Left Hand of Darkness (very good book that). As I said, there are a few female fantasy/sf authors I enjoy (I admit to having an unforgiveable soft spot for Jacqueline Carey), just not many. I will accept at face value the claim that Le Guin is the best female sf/fantasy author, with the possible exception of C.J. Friedman and Tanith Lee.


      1. You devil…I know you’re still needling me but I won’t take the bait this time! But I definitely agree that women write differently. Spice of life. One thing I like about female authors is that they generally avoid fetishistic world-building (the sort of thing you’d probably characterize as “autistic”). One of the worst tendencies in sci-fi is when authors are so enamored with their world-building that characters are an afterthought. One book that comes to mind: Stross’ Glasshouse. Some truly amazing world building and some dire dull characters. Also see: the collected works of Stephen Baxter, Iain Banks.

        I admit I’m unmoved by collector’s editions of mere books. However, when we’re talking about role-playing materials, I definitely see the point of hardcopies and even collector’s editions; the latter are generally better bound and thus more durable, and sit open on the tabletop for extended periods without splitting the spine. I do admit that I really enjoy a nicely-bound book. My old 1e rulebooks are shockingly durable, and my hardcopy of Maze of the Blue Medusa is fucking gorgeous. But for normal booky-books, it’s not worth the money to me.

        With all those hardcover RPG books, I’m running out of shelf space for real. I actually have three loose stacks of unshelved books on the floor of my den at this time. So the rest of it goes on the Kindle.


      2. I agree with your observation that women tend to avoid fetishistic world building (it only qualifies as autistic if the author is the only one getting off on the world building) but the downside is that at times the fictional civilisations they describe can feel poorly thought out, threadbare or inconsistent. Earthsea, while beautiful, suffered a little bit from this problem.

        Glasshouse is an odd pick for fetishistic worldbuiling, since so many of it takes place in a simulation of 50’s america, and much of it has been erased because of the Censorship Wars. Banks and Baxter (and I would like to add Bear), are far more potent examples. I cannot remember a single character from Baxter’s Xeelee sequence but I sure as hell remember a galaxy sized ring of cosmic strings made to rotate so the Xelee may escape their Dark Matter enemies.

        I don’t actually own many collector’s editions, maybe Conan. I buy most of my books second hand since I consume at a prodigious rate and see no point in paying triple if I can just wait and read something else until I come across a particular favourite. Second hand book buying is much more fun anyway.

        I can see the merits in sinking some dollars in a good durable hard cover for use on the table, but RPG books are just tools for me, and I don’t mind ebooks at all. My copy of the Dark Heresy Corebook is scratched and my Deathwatch Corebook is yearning for campaigns on far future battlefields that never came to be.

        I am at…two.five cabinets or closets full. I am getting rid of some one shopping bag at a time.


      3. [Glasshouse]

        When I talk about world-building in sci-fi and fantasy, I don’t necessarily mean the creation of a comprehensive and well-defined setting. I mostly mean all the gee-whiz gimmicky stuff that makes it SF/F. Glasshouse has some of the most inventive concepts I’ve encountered in a long time. Human beings use nanotech assembly and disassembly as a form of transportation. But sometime in the recent past, someone infected one of these gates with a virus and it started altering people who were transported, turning them into vectors that would in turn infect other gates. This book essentially describes a terrifying posthuman setting where human beings are just a form of data that gets copied to a material substrate.

        But Stross has so little concern for his characters that he’s written a story where their personalities are in flux because they are just data properties. I’m not sure if he was trying to mirror the themes of the book or if he was just so in love with his ideas that he missed the irony. Probably the former, but it’s still hard to feel any attachment to this book.


      4. [Glasshouse]

        Aha! Those were indeed the best parts. But the way I read it, that was almost a backdrop, with the real story being a socialist deconstruction of the American Dream via the portrayal of a typical 50s suburban setting as some sort of cruel social experiment, complete with an allegory for feminism tearing down the facade of 50s captialist American Family Life (its existence as an entirely artifical construct ruled by evil pretenders is all the more telling here) with the cringe-worthy uzi-toting pregnant women rampage scene.

        So the Censorship War and the use of humans as data grafted onto material bodies WAS terrifying but in my eyes it was mostly a set-up so people could arrive into the Glass House without it being disrupted from the outside.

        I can’t recall a single Stross Character that I liked with the exception of…guy from The Laundry Files, which was a sort of crossbreed of Arthur Dent and James Bond that was actually kind of endearing. Stross excels at concepts and is witty and knowledgeable but there is something eye-rollingly quaint about his books when you read them back. They lack the grandeur and staying power of someone like Baxter, who is too enamoured of Physics and Ideas to inject any intelligible form of social commentary into his works even subconsciously.

        I’d argue that hard sf writers are catering to a particular audience and people read it for the SF, with good characterisation being something of an added bonus. No one was blown away by the characters in Dragon’s Egg or The Gods Themselves or First And Last Men but the ideas are startling, resounding and the actual point. This is not a defence of terrible stock characters, but hopefully a mitigation.


      5. [Glasshouse]

        I think you’re at least half right that the meat of the book was deconstructing the American Dream of the 50’s (which is a very bizarre target IMO for a British author in the 21st century), but I don’t think the posthumanism was pure setup. I honestly can’t tell you what the point was and I can’t be bothered to figure it out. I just know that all the shifting identities and people-as-data felt like more than window dressing. It intuitively makes more sense to me that Stross was using mid-century US to comment on the future rather than the other way around, just because 50’s America seems like a really stale target for a modern sci-fi writer. If I cared more about the book I might try to puzzle it out if indeed there is any deeper meaning.

        [Laundry Files]

        I also like Bob from the Laundry Files. I think those are his best books even if the world is just a pastiche. I actually want to know what happens next, not just see what shiny gimmick Stross concocted.

        [Baxter and Banks]

        You’re probably right that Baxter’s work is very nichey; I don’t think he even tries to care about the characters. Banks definitely tried but ultimately his heart wasn’t in it. He was more enraptured by his somewhat-chilling Brave New Utopia of AI spaceship overlords. Banks barely even cared about the plot, but it seems like he really wanted to.


      6. [Glasshouse]

        I agree with you that its trite but I think Stross considers the nuclear family and captalist society in general as an unnatural distortion imposed by greedy white corporate fatcats and he only uses 50s america as a sort of platonic example of that. Reading the bulk of his work one cannot help but get the intimation Stross considers himself a ‘strong male ally’ or in the contemporary vernacular an ‘aids skrillex.’ Which is a shame since he is creative, knowledgeable in many fields, has a decent vocabulary, is clever and can write some genuinely entertaining scenes.

        I maintain that Glasshouse was a little disappointing because it failed to follow through on the implications of its interesting backdrop site and instead occupied itself with sophmoric social criticism via allegory. I consider Accelerando and Singularity Sky to be stronger examples of Stross’s capabilities.


        I agree with you which I feel damns him as a serious candidate for contemporary apex sci fi author. Laundry is fun and clever but its not awe inspiring nor magnificent.


        I think it depends on what you like about Sci Fi, and I think Baxter is part of a movement that puts the ideas first and writes characters more as a vessel to explore those ideas and concepts. I think its a perfectly valid way to write SF, which is ultimately a literature of ideas but I will admit some authors can come across as dreadfully boring. Baxter’s work is so titanic in scope, so majestic and intricate and well thought of that I cannot hold his somewhat flat characters against him, with the Exception of the novel Origin, which was hot garbage after Time and Space. He will never be my favourite author but I have respect for what he does.


        Banks writes what I fondly call Smart Trek and its 100% fetishistic worldbuilding, you can feel yourself yearning to start a Wiki every time you read one of his Culture Novels. He is less of a pure Sci Fi author but as an author of entertaining Space Opera I’d rate him fairly high, maybe not on the level of M. John Harrison or Dan Simmons but its nothing to sneeze at. Use of Weapons, Excession, Player of Games, Inversion and Consider Phlebas were all good fun. Feersum Endjinn was rubbish, and his nonspace literature is ho hum.

        I think the most autistic Space Opera author I have had the pleasure of Reading is probably Neal Asher, but somehow reading a story that is literally just giant space battles, space action and elaborate technological speculation without a hint of social criticism or characterization is somewhat refreshing.


    1. Dang I have a few of em laying around but I haven’t gotten around to them. It’s such a long series and the titles are so epic I always assumed it was at least halfway decent so I picked up a few when I saw them in a second hand store somewhere. Are they any good, and if so, what do you like about them?


      1. Impressive inner coherence. As the serie goes on, it get stromger and stronger. Well shaped characters, variety of themes, solid prose. It’s epic, humoros, deep and veeery hard to put down. Interesting sistem of magic. Best world building I ever red, and man, I read a lot. Also, I love that it’s a collective work of two friends who developed their fantasy world while playing d&d.. and years later decided to write about it! Unfortunately, the weakest part it’s the first half of the first book… but if you make it though you’re hooked for life


      2. Interesting. I’m trying my hand at some shorter and older works which tend to be less about world building and more about characterization but since I have enjoyed works of sprawling, byzantine complexity like the PoN series and Tolkien’s Silmarillion this sounds like it might be up my ally. I’ll move it up my list and yell insults at you if I hate it.


  2. Whoa! Easy, fellas. Don’t everyone talk about Cha’alt all at once. Calm the fuck down!

    I know you’re anxious to get in there and motorboat the tentacled mutant vagina that is Cha’alt, but all eldritch things come to those who wait.




    1. What’s a Chult?

      Just kidding, Venger. I’m definitely looking forward to this joint. I think you’ve always had a lot of good ideas but they sometimes seem like they needed a little wrangling. A little yin to your yang, or is the other way around? I always get those things confused.


    2. Cha’alt is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you try one of Mrs. Satanis’s burgers. Not even once folks!


  3. Welcome back Warfighter. I’m looking forward to all the stuff coming down the pipe. Cha’alt looks to be some sheer science-fantasy-gonzo-pop culture-fuckery that I could not be looking forward to more, and you already know how I feel about anything Age of Dusk related.

    Good call on Lord Dunsany. I’ve only read Gods of Pegana, but sweet Jesus, if it’s anything like that, it’s gotta be good. As to Tanith Lee, well, I kind of agree with you. Night’s Master was great myth, but just to much. I want a bit more swords with my sorcery.

    Good on you for getting back on the mat. Reminds me I need to get the shorts back on and step up again. What’s your poison, stand up or ground? I was always more of a jiu-jitsu guy myself.


    1. Hey good to be back man and glad to see you guys are still around. Life has been busy as fuck.

      Cha’alt is…well, its Cha’alt. Wait and see.

      Lord Dunsany’s Curse of the Wise Woman is more literature then fantasy but it was a compelling and beautiful read nevertheless. Gods of Pegana I’ve heard is sort of his Silmarillion, and sounds interesting. Lee is a little bit like sushi. Good every once in a while, terrible if you eat it for days on end (true story).

      Everyone needs to fight more, and nerds like us are particularly at risk. I am relatively good standing up because I am 1.93, my arms are unusually long and my reflexes are good. I’ve gotten better at grappling but only training once per week means I don’t have much practice in figuring out the relatively complicated set of moves involved getting in a proper triangle choke from a half guard or the subtleties or a kimura or something. I mean I get em sometimes but its a work in progress.


      1. I think Cha’alt could be a decent descriptor all its own. And that’s a good thing.
        Pegana is great. It reads more like the translation I had of the Popol Vuh, but I think that was intentional.
        I wholeheartedly agree. Very few things are quite as sobering as getting hit in the face, and that first goes through shows you exactly how tough you are, and it’s never as tough as you think. You’re one of those long sob’s I always had to eat punches trying to crowd to get anything done, those I suppose I can’t hold that against you. Grappling wise is all about working and the set up. Jits for mma was so different than straight grappling. Once you got the basics and a few go to moves, you can really start to work out the more complex stuff. It’s nice to see someone else who knows the game though


      2. “Very few things are quite as sobering as getting hit in the face, and that first goes through shows you exactly how tough you are, and it’s never as tough as you think.”

        Sometimes getting hit in the face is the the exact opposite of sobering. I was surprised at how much punishment I was able to take back in the day, but the puking afterwards was worrisome. At 46 I think I now have all of that out of my system. The very idea of having my brain case rattled these days is sobering in its own way. It’s a good experience to have once, twice…but I’ve met my quota.

        I used to think that MMA guys took less brain damage due to the thin padding, but a friend showed me an article – it’s not thin enough. They should just go bare knuckle as it is a lot safer. They pad the hands because face and hand damage looks worse on TV than brain damage. What a shame: just like boxing, they treat the fighters like meat.


      3. [Popol Vuh]

        Looks like I can put another one on my Read List. And I was already stoked to have found an abbreviated (500+ giant book sized) Mahabarata. Mythology is good stuff.


        I finally cracked and bought myself a pair of shin guards and kicking adds a wonderful new dimension to fighting that I had not yet envisioned. Its like I am Dalsim! I once sparred against someone with my own reach and it is frustrating and gay as fuck. Tall people should be banned from this sport.

        I used to be all fancy and get relatively close so I can use my win-chun chain punches but I’ve figured out by now that actually staying at arms length is waaaay better for me so now I just approach with one arm extended so as to annoyingly rub it against someone’s guard until I can push it aside and give him a swift punch. Long reach is best reach, chain punches are like the Panic button and I should probably figure out a way to follow up with a front kick so I can maintain reach again or turn it into a takedown. MMA is good stuff.

        [Fighting until you puke]

        Looks like Y’all go to a more hardcore gym. The closest thing I ever came to what you describe is getting punched in the solar plexus and doing my fish-on-dry-land ninjitsu for a few seconds before getting up and continuing the bout (or taking a break so I may adjust my ribbons and bowtie). Cage matches ain’t for me, I need my beautiful face for the ladies.

        [Punching with padding]

        A cursory search reveals it is actually the speed of the punch which causes the brain damage, and thus bare knuckle punches to the face were customarily checked before the advent of gloves, meaning gloves make it less safe according to the internets. So yeah, I can see that, though I’d imagine bare knuckles would just make bouts quicker and messier in a sport that already has relatively few limitations.


        I’m for the restricting all needless damage as much as possible but I do respect their decisions as Athletes to put themselves at risk. As long as the risks are well known I have little problem with it. Same goes for the Isle of Mann race.


      4. [Facepunching]

        We weren’t that hardcore. This was back right around the turn of the century – UFC was a big deal in dojos but still kind of underground in the wider culture. There was only one BJJ place in 50 miles of me at the time, although it had a great reputation. My own dojo was just straight JJ but my sensei was really into grappling and exceptionally skilled at it. So we focused on that a lot, and Saturdays were all-grappling.

        I used to see these guys on Saturdays who were pretty serious. Lots of cops and, no joke, secret service agents. One of the guys I rolled with had to leave after a couple months because he was assigned to protect Hilary Clinton, as she had just been elected a senator of New York.

        Anyway, these guys were real, and the one I used to always roll with was a super nice guy who happened to be a steroidal freak. Every so often, we’d put on the padded gloves and sensei would let us go for it. We weren’t trying to kill each other but we didn’t have a lot of safety training, either. This guy literally punched my head into the mat a few times. I found out that I could really take a punch quite well, but fifteen minutes later the spinning would get so intense that I’d end up vomiting. I’m not sure if it was a weakness or a strength on my part, but I’ve shied away from being struck in the head since then.

        Now I know that I can definitely take a hit if I have to, but I might have an aneurysm or something.

        That doesn’t even compare to the time that I was off my feet for the summer because of a severely twisted ankle, which was due to a particularly nasty heel hook that someone threw on me. The funny thing is that it was the opposite ankle that was destroyed; long explanation for that. You may think that a twisted ankle is nothing to put you on crutches for two months, but maybe you’ve never seen the side of your calf turn black from bruising and tearing of tendons.

        Ah the memories.


        The simple fact is that you can’t hit as hard without gloves. That’s one reason that people didn’t throw hooks until they put on the big red mittens. Old-timey English boxers knew to throw straight punches with a vertical fist if they wanted to fight next week for their steak and kidney pies. A round ended when someone fell, which could happen from a punch or a hip throw. Some fights went on for quite a long time with dozens of rounds. Blood everywhere, but their brains took a lot less of a beating.

        Gloves are like padding in American football. They don’t protect the face from anything other than cuts, but they are great for protecting the hands. So people throw harder than they ever did before – just as there are more injuries in American football than rugby, there are far more knockouts with gloves than without. If anything, you’re hitting with more momentum if it’s a real boxing glove, and all that momentum is still being dumped into the target’s head.

        Ever read Dempsey’s little book on punching? It’s called Championship Fighting, and I can’t recommend it enough. The man was a champion during the transition from bare to gloved, so he had a massive amount of perspective (and skill). The primary punch he teaches is a lunging straight left, and you can see the same move in a lot of old woodcuts of English boxers. The stepping technique he suggests is used frequently in Eastern MA as a “power step,” but he explains it much better than you’ll hear in any dojo.

        Bareknuckle boxing was a legitimate martial art with throws and, if you go back far enough, staff fighting. Not unlike savate but without the feet.

        [Men of Meat]

        The fighters can choose what they want (maybe out of desperation and/or ignorance, but fine), but you gotta wonder about the promoters who use these men up like cigarettes. They are evil men.

        If you want to see some truly terrifying displays of manliness in unarmed combat, read up on “rough and tumble” fighting from the US Appalachian region during the 18th and 19th centuries. “Rough and tumble” sounds cute, but the style had another name: gouging. It was not a cute style of fighting at all. Sayeth wikipedia:

        “The emphasis on maximum disfigurement, on severing bodily parts, made this fighting style unique. Amid the general mayhem, however, gouging out an opponent’s eye became the sine qua non of rough-and-tumble fighting, much like the knockout punch in modern boxing. The best gougers, of course, were adept at other fighting skills. Some allegedly filed their teeth to bite off an enemy’s appendages more efficiently. Still, liberating an eyeball quickly became a fighter’s surest route to victory and his most prestigious accomplishment.”

        I love historical martial arts. So much more interesting than the stale katas and faux testosterone-saturated combatives. You think you’re a badass? Try fighting a guy who really wants your eyeball for a souvenir.


      5. [Combatives vs Sport]
        Historical Martial Arts are the tits. At their core, Mixed Martial Arts and the “military” combatives are both are the same. To inflict your will upon someone else. Eastern and western martial arts are the same at the core also. There’s only so many ways to hit a guy. Sadly, like many martial arts, a lot of the really good combatives rode on the reputation of what they were used for until they barely resemble it, just like the more traditional styles. They become sad little McDojos run by a fat man in pajamas. The combatives I learned in the military weren’t “complex” martial arts, they were tailored to creating enough space to shoot the other person. That’s why MMA works for what it wants to do. To beat the shit out of the other guy. It’s the ultimate meritocracy.
        [Meat Men]
        It’s interesting you bring up training with cops. Those were some of the best guys to train with if you wanted general fitness and self defense, because they were training something to bring out to save their lives, vs. other fighters who would definitely push you, but in a way different way. I must say, with MMA there are still fewer concussions and brain damage because of more ways to win that don’t involve a knock out, but even bare knuckle as compared to gloves would make a world of difference just cause someone wouldn’t want to bust up their hands. I wonder how it would compare once you add in elbows, knees, and kicks?
        [Appalachian Style]
        That’s metal as fuck
        [Long-ass gumby armed fighters]
        Yeah, trying to strike with you tall bastard is a crock of shit. It’s like trying to grapple with the really short guys and trying to get an underhook on their stubby little gnome arms


  4. “I got a new job, I am learning SQL in my free-time”

    Same thing, also Python.

    Nice to hear that your adventure is in advance, and that more your reviews are waiting us in the future.


      1. Sample statt block, sample introduction page, sample dungeon page. You can do it hoss.


    1. Thanks! Yeah, I keep doing that. It’s like my fingers have never typed out 218 before… like, ever. And they rebel. Bastards! Will fix that now.

      As to the preview, I’ll do what I can. For months, everyone has had a 10+ page preview available and FREE. It’s called Beneath Kra’adumek.


      1. [Typos]

        Venger, you need a 1d12 table of finger punishments to nip this rebellion in the bud. I know you have it in you.


        Oh yeah, Kra’adumek, picked that up but totally forgot about it. You don’t even have a link to it from Cha’alt, so people are going to have to do their research to even know that it’s a preview. Not everyone is up on the latest from Kort’thalisville.


        Why deny yourself the profits from the lazy shoppers, hmm? You might as well take the whole of Kra’ad and put it in a full-sized preview for Cha’alt; I know how easy it is. Must Cha’alt be earned?


  5. Must Cha’alt be earned? Hmm… I don’t think I should answer that honestly. Oh, what the Hell? Yes! Cha’alt should be earned. It is the journey across the broken glass of life that manifests our destination.

    I expanded the preview, but might add a little more because Beneath Kra’adumek is going away tomorrow. Bye bye Kra’adumek!


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