It’s been a while since any new Shadow Walkers content. The RPG game I’m building continues slowly as I test it, tweak it, add things, etc. And today I’d like to introduce you to something entirely new, created for the game. It’s a bard, but not as you know it… Continue reading
Pneuma Kleptis – pt2
by Lee Hulme
Sam shuffled impatiently in her seat, cursing as her knee hit the underside of the wobbly table, slopping tea over the side of the mug as she waited for Ty to arrive.
Ty hurried in, hands deep in the pockets of his jacket, nodding as he passed by to order his own mug of tea, plus one extra. This task done, he sat down across from Sam, hands, red from the cold, wrapped around his mug.
“I swear I’m just gonna sew gloves to your coat sleeves, see if they can last you more than a week before getting lost.”
Ty grinned, “Least I only lose my gloves, not, say, patient medication charts.”
Sam laughed, “Oh one time! One time I did that! And I found it!”
“After we’d made a new one, sure.”
“OK but still. Once.”
Ty grinned then looked past her to the door, nodding a greeting at the new entrant, “Here she is.”
They both stood as the woman walked over, greeting Ty with a hug and Sam with a handshake.
“Nice to meet you Sam, I’m Jas.”
Sam shook her hand warmly and they all slid into their seats, Jas taking the chair opposite Sam.
“How do you know Ty?” Sam asked.
Jas smiled, “He didn’t say? We’re cousins. A number of times removed, but still, we don’t have much family so we make do with what we have.”
Jas shot him a sidelong glance and rolled her eyes. Continue reading
by Lee Hulme
A gaunt young man staggered down the busy street, a small circle of space around him. Looking around wildly, he reached for an arm, only to be shrugged off. He reached again, and the arm shook him violently away.
The young man took a few more steps, shaking his head and muttering.
An elderly lady stepped in front of him, bag of shopping hitting the floor as she put both hands up to stop him running straight into her.
The young man allowed himself to be stopped, and he raised red eyes to meet hers.
“Here now, what’s the matter?” the woman asked.
“Do-do you know me?” the young man asked.
“What? You don’t recognise me when you’re not making me coffee?” the woman asked with a smile.
The man shook his head and frowned, “Do you know my name?”
“Of course I do, it’s…er. Well now, I always greet you with it. Seems to have slipped my mind for the now. Oh dear, I am sorry…” the woman shuffled uncomfortably.
The young man began to cry, “I don’t remember either.”
“What don’t you remember, love?”
“Me,” the man sobbed. “I don’t remember me.” Continue reading