And Nanna said, he waits

I keep witing poems during our Call of Cthulhu sessions.
The poem itself is talking about someone waiting at the shores of Lake Hali.

Down the tracks

A train travels through the dusk, steam and gears working it over the rails along the forest’s edge between Mannheim and Koblenz, travelers slumbering in the sleeping wagons and on their seats. As the sun sets, the cool, fresh wind from the forest carries growing grass with it, sprouting silently, translucent, from the barren stones…

How I won a bake-off against a troll

content warning: nonconsensual partial consumption of a sentient being (technically not cannibalism), suggestive commentary about an orc lady, and multiple weed references/jokes. Or, how I won a bake-off against a troll.

City of Wonders / The Fall of Kiliskalea

Across the woods and sand and sea To where the gifted and the haunted flee Where steel and magic, side by side Draw thought and wonder to collide There lies great Kiliskalea Machines and sorcery, foes since old Since times unremembered, as truth been told Like night and day, like sea and ground With no…

Rillyeneth

It hit the angels first – their immortality is dependent on the existence of their gods. And when the gods ceased to be, the angels were the first to follow, each in their own gruesome way. Whe techies got away comparatively well. Vereyann’s Illumination is gone and the clarity of drawing inspiration and innovation from…

Circle

The room at your mother’s place stops being yours when you tell her that that thing is not going to wake up, ever. She looks at you, and then back at that thing, your twin, hah, as if, you’d know, and shakes her head. “I’m not going to give up.”, she says, and continues moving…

Skip

Carcelan Serpents are born as two. Two of them in the same egg. Twins, always. The Carcelan society is built around it. Mating partners can change, but your twin? Your twin is always with you. (Centuries later you will find that the other species that inhabit the lands beyond the valleys of Carcela do not…

You’re probably wondering why I have gathered you all here tonight

“Sit down, sit down, there’s enough space for everyone, Savatra, can you get more chairs, just smoosh the lines a bit everyone,” Yond calls into the crowd. Wow, that’s a lot of people here. Old faces. New faces. People who think they’re new faces but Yond knows exactly who they are. Not that they know…

Four eyes see more than two

There’s no smoke, no flash of light, not even a slow metamorphosis or shapeshift, or Nasim waking up to find herself transformed, but the actual thing having happened with no one present to witness it, leaving her to find herself changed when she looks into the mirror while brushing her teeth. It’s a clasping of…

Spineridge Peaks

There is one mountain, the highest peak of Spineridge, which’s trees do not burn. They are black and gray and white wood, gnarled, whip-thin and bulky, reaching up into the endless blue sky and crouching along the earth along with thorny underbrush. Their sap is red and orange and yellow and white and blue and…