Hi there!
I'm going to address a few things in this post but the most important is a shift in my posting schedule. That will be the last item I get to so feel free to skip ahead to the TLDR if you are short on time or attention.
First, my gratitude. When I put up this patreon page, I really didn't know what to expect. I'm so very touched that you enjoyed and decided to support Broke...
2023-07-16 23:40:38 +0000 UTC View PostHis partner today was one of his bunk mates. Not one of the nice ones. A bushy eyebrowed, sneering shit-eater, with the overly fine features of the well-bred.
“Watch yourself, Empyrean scum. Today I’m going to put you in your place.”
It wasn’t worth arguing with a guy like this. He was like a smaller, reedy-voiced, uglier copy of Sig. But his foot positioning wa...
2023-07-16 07:00:03 +0000 UTC View PostThe moon was big and bright and round and beautiful tonight…. like the way the ladies of the night were when they got all dolled up to pull in clients. No. That wasn’t it. The moon was beautiful and round and shiny, like… like a well formed rear at sunset, the kind that’s somehow both firm and soft, and catches the light just right, and is connected to strong legs… and wi...
2023-07-15 07:00:04 +0000 UTC View PostRen was getting good at prioritizing what was important. The fear and pain that followed his exchange with Rhami threatened to drown him, but he wrestled it down and locked it away with all of the other things that wanted to swallow him. Instead, he focused on training.
He felt like a new man. The hellish training that Melfina had put him through showed its true worth.
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2023-07-14 07:01:00 +0000 UTC View Post“To answer your question,” said Hamsa, “archer recruits start at tier two pay with several paths for advancement.” He eyed Ren. “But those longbows have a heavy draw and they don’t take amateurs if you haven’t shot before.”
Ren thought back to a tiny toy bow his father had carved for him. Back in the caravan days. Running around shooting twigs at trees with hi...
2023-07-13 07:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostHamsa’s blade froze halfway through the whistling strike. Horses.
He sheathed his weapon and wiped away some of his sweat, trying to keep the grin off his face as he approached the gate to the campground. A single flake of snow floated down and landed on his nose, melting before it even made contact. Winter had found the valley. Training season.
The wooden doors opene...
2023-07-12 07:00:05 +0000 UTC View PostJust want to say thank you again for giving my story a shot, then deciding it means enough to you to subscribe to my patreon.
I don't really have the words to express how much it means to me. Glad to have you here.
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