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     I finished the plot synopsis for my upcoming campaign, Old Wounds, and am now building encounters.  It will be quite the journey!  It has a little bit of everything.  Now it is time to add some spice and let it simmer.

     My computer has foley sounds.  I like this very much.   I plan to make audio files to add ambience to my upcoming adventures.  A little "behind the door" dialogue, the sound of approaching horses, and other little things to make those mastered skill checks and challenges sparkle in the players' eyes. I should stop by a stock audio-visual website and grab some cheap licensed images too.  Gotta love royalty-free stuff!  Maybe I'll scavenge for some movie excerpts to beef up arrivals at new locations and important witnessed events.  Cult sacrifices

After dumping Korodo in the alleyway, it took Trace nearly ten minutes to skirt around the city core; the flight from the noble’s penthouse had left him on the opposite side of the city from the guild garage where he needed to take the jumper. He could have taken a short cut through the core, but in a stolen and damaged vehicle, it was not worth the added risk. So, he had been forced to fly a circuitous route avoiding the known police hot spots. Eventually he arrived at one of Jurrika City’s sprawling industrial zones.

Although traffic here was relatively light at this time of night, there was still activity taking place below. Alchemical furnaces belched noxious fumes into the night sky and robotic manufacturing complexes operated without biological oversight. The periodic flares from

Swallowing his pride, Trace got up into a crouch and ran across the gap between the two jumpers, blaster bolts striking the concrete floor behind him. Firing his blaster wildly, the boy dove into the back seat.

“Move over scale face,” Trace said as he clambered into the front, “I'll drive.” Although he bristled at the racial slur, Korodo nonetheless relinquished the driver's seat to Trace and climbed over onto the passenger seat.

“Be my guest squirt, she won’t start.”

“Course not,” Trace said, punching the keypad, “I reprogrammed the start code, it’s easier than hotwiring it.” Trace quickly started the jumpcraft, and seeing the display lights shining a solid green, wasted no time in accelerating out of the garage as the assassins sprayed the back of the jumper with

Yawning, Lord Korodo chewed on his breakfast as he watched the news. Death, destruction and mayhem in the Outlands. Ever since Emperor Mezzenbone had taken the throne, it seemed the Dragon Empire had set itself on a path of aggressive expansion, with legion after legion sent to primitive pre-technological worlds on missions of conquest. The policy sickened him. He may have shared the blood of the red dragons, but that was all, he did not share their love of conquest. Some members of House Mazorgrim seemed to revel in the bloodbath their Emperor was causing and after 5 thousand years of relative stability, the Empire was entering a period of turmoil. That this period coincided with the first royal house of Asamet to take throne was not a coincidence.

Five thousand years ago, the Pact Draconis

Trace was picked up off the floor of the guildmaster’s office by one of the guild's enforcers, an orc, and shoved roughly back on to the wooden chair. Wiping his split lip, the young half-elf contemptuously spat a glob of blood at the orc. This earned the 15-year-old another blow to the face, almost knocking him back off the chair. The coarse skin of the orc's fist scraped across his cheek leaving behind a series of rough scratches and the force of the punch sent a tooth clattering across the floor. Only the grip of the thug's partner kept him in the seat. Pulling his fist back for another blow, he was stopped by the dark-skinned human sitting behind the desk. “That's enough,” Dorga ordered, “You’re getting blood all over my floor.” Growling, the orc cuffed Trace across the

The Galaxy

...an ocean of stars stretching across the vastness of space, home to great civilizations built on the twin pillars of magic and science.

The Great War

...a titanic conflict that raged across the stars and devoured worlds whole as untold legions of dragons battled for supremacy.

The Ancient Pact

...a truce forged of hope and desperation, giving birth to an empire ruled in a line of succession by the most powerful elders of the dragon clans.

The New Emperor

...the great red wyrm assumes the Golden Throne after five millennia of peace.

The Future

...a dark and unknown horizon, as unrest grows on a million worlds and countless races suffer under the tyrannical rule of the new emperor

Trace never wanted to be a thief, he dreamt of joining the Imperial Fleet, becoming a fighter pilot

I'm re-writing what I have of my novel. This is only a hobby of mine so it'll take me absolutely forever to conclude, but I figured I could post a little here to see if anyone had interest or wanted to make suggestions. The old version was ok, but felt too technical to me. So, I want to rewrite it to evoke certain emotions in the reader. Here's what I've started with this time around:

      Khirson soared high in the clear spring sky, sunlight glittering off of his scales like polished obsidian. He sighed softly to himself at the beauty of the land beneath him. Khirson thought he must be able to see the whole of Allabrilyn if he only would fly a little higher. He was freed, at last, from his long dreaming and could once again feel the wind rushing past his snout and feel the warmth

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