Chronicler Craig

One Attempt Allowed

1:31

Arrowyy presented some creature or contrivance and urgently required a ruling on whether it could be bedded. This is the sort of question a son asks when his father has failed somewhere, though I cannot yet locate the precise mile marker.

Summoneyy declared that anything could be bedded once, then immediately noticed the ugly corner of that thought. Sensibly, she moved on to imagining a great pleasure-ground full of Warcraft’s towns and folk, with sufficiently lifelike inhabitants for Arrowyy’s purposes. He had found his audience at last.

There are evenings when I miss the simpler family disputes: boots indoors, soup too salty, who stole whose horsebrush.

Wolf Meat Courtship

5:07

Blaedy went to Brill to test a little piece of stagecraft and discovered that a woman cannot announce supper without attracting a level-nine admirer bearing raw wolf meat and ambitions. He gave her his portion, flirted, and kissed her besides. The Forsaken may have escaped death, but apparently not dreadful courtship.

Summoneyy was delighted by the prospect of reading the resulting account, which is the useful attitude when someone else has been stalked around a village for the sake of a tale. Blaedy, practical to the end, inspected the account afterward and found its prose wanting. Even humiliation must meet editorial standards.