The Flame. A poem.

The flame
burns like phosphor,
ignited and soaring by degrees:

The passion,
the anger
(and the shame).

The flame,
super luminal intensity, burns
me up,
turns me
ashen.

(For how long will I shine before the all too brief spark burns low and fades? How long before the darkness encroaches again?)

The flame
wakes me from listlessness,
brings me to back to life,

again
and again.

Light me up, turn me on,
and never

fade away.

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The Laidback DM #12 – Free Village Map!

Time for another of my irregular Laidback DM posts, and a new free map! Map drawing for D&D adventures is my thang. I now have far too many maps, so I’m giving them away free each week.

This week: Village at the Crossroads!

At first this may seem like a boring little map, but imagine your player characters defending it against an attack by Hill Giants, Trolls, Ogres and Ogrillons, led by an Arch Mage! Just got a lot more exciting, huh? And imagine there’s a mysterious tomb under the local temple that the Arch Mage is trying to access to recover a powerful magical staff, that will give him enough power to take over the region (gotta start small: today, this village and region, tomorrow, THE WORLD! Bwah-ha-hah!

Actually, I drew this map in the style of those found in the old Judges Guild’s City State of the Invincible Overlord supplement. Anyone remember that classic? Ah, memories. What good are they…

Village at the Crossroads - 13x20 - stevestillstanding

Above: Actual map is 13cm x 20cm. Just right click and save.

This map is free to use for non-commercial purposes, as long as you acknowledge me and my website stevestillstanding.com. If you want to use it commercially, please send me an email and we can talk terms.

Happy Gaming!

Steve 😊

Acquiesce. A poem.

Acquiesce to the night’s probing fingers,
an invitation 
          given without 
                      betrayal.

Shake and stutter in these jealous hills and vales.
Writhe in a cave 
           of dream-inspired 
                      torment,

until dawn awakes the feeble sleeper
and time restarts;
           a clock has no
                      end.

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