TheRoninGhost

A crack in the sky The flash of a photograph The Hammer's lightning

Oh, what it would      be, to be the           wind. To brush upon the                soft skins and furs. To glide across the sweet-scented treetops. To sweep over the      roaring oceans. To be driven by           nothing, to be                simply pure.

The Forest is never still. The forest never rests. The forest only waits. Her immeasurable patience stretches forever across and beyond the horizon of our limited view. Her perceived stillness is merely a guise for its firm crusade. As I lie still in the grass just beyond the outbreak of trees, my eyes traced her subtle movements. The trees steadily advance upon me, growing and preparing their seeds for the next line, a new vanguard. The branches sway back and forth, beating back the foe that is the wind, the wind that threatens to take the forest's children across to more distant lands, lands the forest had not calculated for its assault. I

First, let me note that I am an atheist. I don't believe in God or even the concept of "good" luck. My solution for the mysteries of the world is a concept I call the Extreme Coincidence, but we'll get into that later. Anyways, with that minor glimpse into my worldview in mind, I can begin my story. It began the other night. I was sitting in front of my computer, thinking about what to write for this "Wilderness Journal." My fingers idly tapped at the keys, making random words appear on my screen only to be deleted by a barrage of backspaces. I didn't know what to write, mostly because I never really thought about nature to begin with. Sure,

The following is a dialogue between a half-orc rogue, Kang, and a tiefling fighter, Nero, as they escort a client fleeing from a tavern that has very recently put to flame (Nero will deny any accusations made that point them as the reason, whereas Kang would boast that the two of them did the deed alone). Kang: …I also hate that captain, whatsisname?…oh, and I hated the bartender…and that Halfling sitting behind me…oh, I hate you, too, by the way. Nero chuckles. Kang: What? Nero: So…you and I are alike, after all. Kang: How d’you figure? Nero: Seems we both hate everyone. That makes you and I the same. Kan