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#Wordweavers 25-04-18 - What would it take for your MC to become violent?

Nymeria?
Push her into a position where she felt threatened or backed into a corner.
If someone makes themselves a known threat, she'll kill them on the spot if able

She's also the type that you get clear signs to back off and give her space.
When she lets loose, it's fierce, it's fast, it's final. She doesn't leave survivors, triple so if she bites them. She will not let someone unworthy of the gift inherit it

So, #Pathfinder1e has #vukodlak as an #undead that rises from #worgs and #werewolves, and a cross between a dire wolf and horse in appearance and stature. It's CR 3.

I looked up vukodlak. Stuff I saw indicated #werewolf variant or werewolf-like #undead. So I'm tweaking it for my #Ustalav game. Still undead but with +4 HD, create spawn ability, and my custom #ghoul subtype, which changes how they interact with my custom werewolf template. +2 CR bump.

#TTRPG #PathfinderRPG #P1e #PFRPG

#WritersCoffeeClub 25-04-12 How would you write a story with a cast of one? Could you?'

Liminal Shore

997yk
Nymeria sat a good ten paces up from the waters edge. She looked out across the vastness of the lake, staring at the mirage caused by the evapourating water in the distance. Beyond the distorted shimmying blob that would be Cree, was the woods she once called home. Her head swam with countless thoughts like fish lurking in a darkened river. They were there, but slipped through her fingers the moment she tried to catch one.

She left the fish to swim, and began disassembling her hand crossbow while maintaining eyes on horizon. Pull, unclip, unclip, detach, squeeze the trigger, unlock, slide out the bolt carriage, unclip the sled, release tension, twist out lock pin, dump out the spring.

She looked down at the symphony of parts laid out on the keffiyeh. She'd had it all these years, and it still fascinated her that a curly spring sandwiched in the stock performed the same as a regular bow limb. It was a little front heavy, but that worked in her favour when shooting, and the slimness made it easy to conceal like one of those loud sticks that belched acrid smoke and spit lead balls. She remembered how the noise hurt her ears more that slug of lead that hit her.

“What the fuck are those damn blustery things called? Mmh, right guns. Clumsy inelegant things.” she scoffed.

She produced two little metal vials from her pack. She unscrewed the cap of one, pulled out two patches of sail cloth, and began dry cleaning the hand crossbow. After removing the dust and dirt from the metal bits, she inspected the stock, checking for cracks or splintering. Her fingers traced over carved words,
“Silence in service,
Service in silence,
The loudest voice holds no faith.”

She smiled at the teeth marks left on the words on the opposite side.

“Faith protects…”

Faith, hadn't protected the mercenary from her wrath, or taking their gear to impersonate them

She flicked the sail cloth patches to knock excess dirt from them before putting them back into their metal vial. She opened the other metal vial, and pulled forth a well oiled bit of cloth made of three plys sewn together. Every part was rubbed thoroughly with the oiled cloth as she reassembled it. She gingerly tapped it on her head listening to make sure everything was put back together correctly.

She looked at the mirage in the distance, fading away as the sun changed position. Maybe she would stay at the shore another night, and head to Xanderar in the morning. Or maybe even jet right over to Erlaskar and skip across Silver Lake and pass through Shalavant without incident while the moon is new.

There were options, all leading along a circular path, none really more enticing than any other. She reflected deeply on this. She was somewhere, but nowhere at the same time.

Another paradox of her life.

QSFer Karenna Colcroft has a new MM paranormal book out: Future & Past.

At 130 years old, lone Nova Scotian werewolf Malachi Powers never intended to find a mate, until fate sent him Quinn Boucher, a much younger man. Now, after only a few months, Malachi can’t imagine his life without Quinn. But when Quinn returns to Nova ...

queerscifi.com/new-release-fut

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Linda reviews "Future and Past" by Karenna Colcoft, Ebb & Flow book 2:

"Malachi Powers and his mate Quinn Boucher’s story continues,... I can't wait for the next book in the series to see where their lives have taken them. Five stars."

queeromanceink.com/2025/04/10/

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#PennedPossibilities 634 — MC POV: How much do you value companionship? Do you always keep people around, or do you prefer to be alone?

Nymeria: "We're communal by nature, like regular wolves.
There's an intimacy that you kine lack in your communities.... Your shunting of people into designated areas to maintain the artifice of division.

I prefer keeping with company when possible. And preferably still, the company of kindred spirits."

#PennedPossibilities 606 — Is your MC keeping any secrets? Can you tell us more without giving away any spoilers?

Nymeria has been hiding that she's a werewolf for the last 36 years, and masquerading as a Silver Pyre mercenary who are a quasi off-shoot/parallel group of the Silver Flame (yes the same bastards that carried out the genocide of her people).
She killed Jopaul (member of The Pure Flame who created the Feral Plague) 11years ago, and used the on going war between the kingdoms to quietly track down & destroy his remaining research whether or not it was even related to the how he created the Feral Plague.
So yeah, she's got massive secrets...