DREAMS of a CLOUD

Peruse the many random ramblings of a writer-in-training as I build stories and develop my craft.

D&D, 2024 Nathaniel Cloud D&D, 2024 Nathaniel Cloud

4 May 2024

D&D Lore: Leilari, the Eternal Rose; Velka, the Shadowed Princess; and Ariel and Tesla, the Twins.

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D&D, 2024 Nathaniel Cloud D&D, 2024 Nathaniel Cloud

25 April 2024

No one is quite certain what spark first lit the blaze. Some claim a madman in A——, Marrue, attacked a young noblewoman and scarred her face. Others say the temple to the Rose in A——, Piege, closed their doors to all but the wealthiest of patrons, cutting the common folk off from their worship.

Whatever the case, the flames of war spread quickly.

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Butterfly Knight, 2022 Nathaniel Cloud Butterfly Knight, 2022 Nathaniel Cloud

16 October 2022

The high priestess led Aislin deeper into the temple to a moderately large courtyard garden. At the center, a statue of a beautiful woman extended her right hand to offer a rose, while her left hand rested on a sheathed sword. Around the statue, and even creeping up it, the garden was overgrown, and very much at odds with the carefully arranged design of the rest of the temple.

“No one is allowed in this garden except those who are attempting the trial.”

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Butterfly Knight, 2022 Nathaniel Cloud Butterfly Knight, 2022 Nathaniel Cloud

13 October 2022

Confused, Aislin asked the high priestess, “Is this truly the temple of the Eternal Rose?”

“But of course!” the high priestess replied. “Do you not see the grandeur that surrounds you? To whom else would this temple belong?”

Aislin took another look around the temple. “Certainly, it looks very costly. But what about all this is beautiful?”

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Butterfly Knight, 2022 Nathaniel Cloud Butterfly Knight, 2022 Nathaniel Cloud

9 October 2022

When Aislin (pronounced Ashlynn) lost Matthias, her husband of only two months, she also lost herself. Family and friends offered their condolences; the priests of Father Death offered her what solace they could. Aislin even appreciated it; there was no guarantee she would have made it the next few months without their support.

But nothing really broke through that grayness she felt. Everything seemed meaningless. Rote. Empty. There was a hole where her heart had been, and nothing could help it heal.

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