"Captain, you should take the key in case of any emergency." Ara whispered as they sat next to each other, Thomas in the other corner. Charlotte's first mate slipped it under her bum and and then stood up as if she had been holding nothing, moving over to sit next to Thomas. Charlotte slipped the key in her trouser pocket. Marlow stopped by once or twice with Ben to check in. It wasn't until blinding, yellow afternoon sunbeams streamed throughout the window that something went…

     In her large pink hat with cream colored roses and grey lace ribbon, she sobbed into the chief inspector's handkerchief. A feather on the hat seemed to bounce as each tear dropped with the bobbing of her head and the bouncing of her voice as she retold her tale of horror to him. He stared all the while with an awkward look on his face. she was really working at it though. Every time Eudora looked up, she couldn't seem to take her puffy red eyes off that man's goddamn mustache.…

Yes I get that a lot my dear friend, not exactly sure your in the right shop but trust me my dear.   There is always a reason for dropping by my shop.

If you are a Knight, Monster Hunter or Vampire Hunter (Van Helsings for idetification purposes) you are probably here to stock up on the Ashwood (used to depower witches), Aconite (also known as Wolfsbane for werewolves), Vervain  or Juniper (Both used for vampires just do not mix up the species or you will suffer).   Oh and do…

So the more potions I make for the whole persona the more I think about what type of shop Lady Rayna owns.   So far it's turned out to be quite a little shop where you can get almost everything imaginable, in store or by special order.

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The Black Rose Herbal and Occult Store.

Welcome one and all to my shop, please feel free to browse around and do not be afraid to ask questions.    There are two sections to the store.  On the…

Yesterday while researching how to do a project I was writing down what Victania, the city in which I live, would look like and my daughter thought it would be cool to share it would you guys just to see what others think of it.

Victania

Trapped between the realms the city sits.  Travel south you will find a wonderous land of magic and fun.  Travel north and find a forest of enchanted delights.  West, if you dare is where the pirates live and…

       Rain pattered outside, leaving a gloomy grey sort of light in the cells of Scotland Yard. But still, sweat dripped down the brow of Thomas Dunning as he sat against the side wall of his cell, staring into the eyes of Charlotte Bennet. Charlotte had woken up this morning with Thomas staring at her. 

        "We need a heart to heart," He had said but after that, not a single word had been said all morning. The only sound was the rain outside, and the leak inside that…

      A crisp, clean white shirt and a smooth, satin blue cravat that made Thomas lift his chin in the mirror of his father's home; his home. Mother sat downstairs in the living room with a cup of Earl Grey. All was well again. He had paid his own bounty and opened up a bank account for his mother. Books of aroma therapy sat on shelves collecting dust as the former sky captain smiled at books on forensic science. He would rejoin the justice system with a container of volcanic ash in…

The storm outside rages and churns.

The fire within crackles and burns.

Still with each snap and crash,

The answer eludes like the spreading rash.

My anger grows and writhes,

Each test taken by the Reaper's scythe.

This latest failure the greatest of blunders,

My mind crushed by the doubt it's under.

Soon I will find the answer to this riddle,

Then my doubts will seem such a…

As a newbie to the steampunk genre I had to learn how to do a lot on my own for budget reasons.  I found the following tutorials helped a lot with making parts of my costume and my daughter’s.

DIY Goggles:

http://kotakitty.buzznet.com/photos/diysteampunkgogglest/

DIY Belt (Ribbon/No Sew)…

    Charlotte and her crew stood fiercely outside Hadrian's food and drink a about two in the morning. They stood in the fog as a light misting stirred rain in the sky leaving Captain's charlotte short blond hair sprinkled with light drops as she smirked.

   "Ready gents?!" she called behind her and when the crew responded with a roar of excitement, she lifted her pistol in the air and fired two shots. "This won't be fun if a few coppers don't show up." She smirked and the…

     London fog sat stationary as Arabella and Jon, cloaked in black, made their way through the empty alleyway, the smell of garbage and possibly something dead rising up through the air. 

     "I don't see why I have to come." Jon said quietly as they strolled through. 

     "Cap'n thought it'd be good for you." answered Ara. 

     "How is this any better than the damn ship right now?" 

     "You're from South London, deal with it." 

     "Just…

     "There's a fucking ghost on this ship!" yelled Charlotte, stamping out the whispering hum of the galley in saying so. Ara nodded, arms crossed, legs crossed as she leaned against the wall, slightly aloof from the crowd. 

      "What made you change your mind?" She piped in, feeling a bit cocky. "You were so unsure before." 

      "Shut it, Porter. Don't you say a word. Your boyfriend showed his machine wrecked face last night before I went to bed and if we wanted…

      It was midnight on the docks of London, fog drifting back and forth, congesting every open space where a ship was not present. From inside the cozy study, glowing light shone warmly, contrasting against the cold, cloudy gray of the London fog. Charlotte Bennet sat at her desk, eyes half closed, staring at a flaming candle in her gas lamp. It was obviously time to go to bed and she sighed upon the realization that she would actually have to stand up if she wanted to tuck herself…

All five companies in our battalion had made it ashore relatively intact along a half mile stretch at the eastern end of the wharf. The marines had secured the eastern end all to way to the affluent of the Pazundaung Creek. On the 7^th’s left the 23rd Royal Irish Guards had secured the rest of the port. Casualties, on the side of Her Majesty’s forces were heavy, as can be expected when storming a well defended position over open ground, but the Burmese defenders had been ravaged…

        A soft hum accompanied by the creaking of a ship echoed through the cloudy night as the Silver Widow hid in a cloud. Water droplets formed on Ara's goggles and her jacket felt damp but all was necessary to ambush the oncoming tea ship. 

        "Captain, I don't see it!" Fink called down from the crows nest and into a pipe that ran down near the mast where Charlotte stood next to Ara, goggles down, blue captain's hat on, with her feet rooted strongly in the ground and…

    My darling charlotte, 

           This music box plays he lullaby that I used to sing to you from the time you turned ten until you were over your insomnia. Here are the lyrics that go with it. Never forget its tune for one day, when you are captaining my ship and have seen the things I have seen, you will need this lullaby again to ease your sleepless nights. I love you, 

                           mother

    Hush now, my little girl

    Lay…

    the liquid sloshing sound of water bumping up against the docks broke through the London fog as she sat, kicking her legs off the side, trousers rolled up to her knees. She waited, staring blankly down at the water when suddenly the firm rim of something tapped onto her head, encircling it. She felt at her head with a confused look painted onto her face that wiped itself off when she pulled the black top hat off, shiny and black like the ones you could see at Kensington or North…

     With blurry shapes that shifted back and forth, Arabella slowly opened her eyes, her mind struggling to work out the puzzle that was her sight. The shapes collapsed into eachother, taking on balance and form; a glowing purple lantern, an old wooden chair, something with a wooden surface (a night stand?). she sowly worked outher sideways position with the warmth of a cushion pressing up to her cheek and a blanket over her body, feeling its presence as she shifted. There were…

Short Story RPS have a more dynamic ebb and flow than say, blog posts or longer storylines. The main reason for this is the rule set. They can be changed to suit the participants tastes, although they work rather well as is. Consider them more like sessions than campaigns.

"Ronin's Rules"

1) Only a single paragraph maximum may be added by any one character. Less is okay, even down to a single sentence, but not more than a normal sized paragraph. This…

     Jan 3, 2347

     One of the journals left behind by the Hell Bitch was the journal of one Mme B. Eggleston. The nature of this journal is often trivial and odd, but I can't afford to leave any stone unturned. I have chosen an entry at random. Eggleston rarely dates her entries, so I find myself at a loss trying to connect her journal to any useful information I have.

     Entry from the journal of Mme B. Eggleston, date unknown:

Many stories…