Progress Report 28/1/24

Today:

Lifestyle category

• Inventory; Sorted some CoC.

• Zoids Episode 28.

Work

• Ran a Hamgraven session.

Social

• Pokemon GO Shadow Ho-Oh raids.

Programming

• Created remaining 3/7 Loot sprites for Theft game.

• Created 6/8 UI elements for Theft game.

Fiction

• 237 words for Thieves' Ritual!

Brachyr System

• Cheated but completed Magic introduction.

I should be writing 200 words per day but I haven't for the past few days because the other things "slotted" for fiction are full novels or episodic stories. I have a slight trauma around episodic, and don't have the mindset for writing a novel 200 words at a time. I'll do what I can though. Lets see if I can get 200 done today(writing this long before actually posting. So you'll know if I did before you get here.

---------- ----------Here you go! Intro for Thieves' Ritual---------- ----------

It was a deliciously thick silence, liberation from the oppression of the daylight. He sat crouched in the darkness, back scratched by the wind through the hedge behind him. His beady eyes glanced left and right in the dark, not at his similarly shadowed companions, but along the streets themselves; seeking the movement of light, the clink of sentryheels upon the cobblestones that might echo about a corner before them. Nothing. With a nod to those waiting aside him, he swept forward across the street and over the short stone barricade excuse for a fence. The flight feathers along his arm brushed the top of the stonework as he almost hopped it. The brushed dirt quickly replaced by the fingertips of the companions following him.

Reaching the wall of the small manor first, he hopped forward; talons on his feet sliding into the grooves of the grout easily, finger-talons gripping similarly with only their tips as he scurried upward. He didn't need to look down to know the position of his three companions, crowding beneath him. One with arms outstretched as if to catch him, a measure never needed. Three floors up he reached the window frame he needed. The wooden slats that blocked the wind were easily pushed aside, permitting him entry into the silent attic storeroom-office. His talons tapped the floorboards as lightly as possible as he slipped through the frame almost twice his size.