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Hey guys, back at it again with another video since I can't sleep! Here is an overview of the archetypal story structure seen throughout many of our greatest stories and films both told on paper and on screen, using the film 'The Dark Knight' as the backdrop to analyze Dan Harmon's rendition of...

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While not completely in line with the act of teaching better writing skills, this is definitely a great thought provoking video analyzing the movie "In the Mouth of Madness" to help us better understand where our thoughts and ideas are coming from, and what they may be influenced by. It's a long...

Dragonlance Chronicles were a great read, although I can't say I finished the whole series, and Elminster's the Making of a Mage!!!

I see a lot of questions in the Discord about how to become more effective writers throughout my month here so far, a couple of people sliding in my DM's with these sorts of questions. Last night I brought up the idea that maybe we should start a Discord channel to help answer these questions...

Nicopernicus snuffed the tiny flicker of flame and sheathed the blade, standing up straight and narrow as the palm reached him. He slowly nodded at the woman's words, muttering "talk first" as though he never heard it before, playing with the syllables in the roof of his mouth, drawing them in...

The hooded individual suddenly donned his own dirk from amidst the flowing crimson robes, moving to cover the door from the side immediately after the sound of the blade jabbing into the wood alerted him of the presence outside. His free hand held a spark of fire in the palm, motioning to the...

Nicopernicus watched inquisitively from beneath the hooded robes he adorned, never before seeing a display such as this. Even while he felt his own magical prowess growing, this was to him an exemplary example of the raw scale and magnitude one could reach. It made him anxious, however as the...

Another crimson robed figure sat beneath the covered entrance of the inn, a small wooden cup held between the palms of cupped hands. Long strands of auburn fell in front of the face as it stared into the darkened water held within its fingers, pale white sprinkled with red around the knuckles...

"Molthal no home." he said in broken common, as if the vowels were difficult to pronounce. He understood the words 'can' and 'walk,' thinking for a moment before nodding to her, seeing she'd had the urge to leave. He didn't have any real idea on what to do, so resigned to her decisions seeing...

Maybe the God's haven't forsaken this one yet.

Nicopernicus shook his head in disbelief that he was even alive, much less saved by a healer whose effects ebbed what seemed like mortal wounds. He stared at the woman before him, noting her nun-like appearance yet unable to comprehend what she actually was, given his lack of world knowledge...

It would not be until midday of the next solar cycle that Nicopernicus would awaken. His first thoughts were that he had actually died, nestled in the pile of blankets beneath cover, and his eyes would stare up at the ceiling, unsure of whether or not he actually wanted to move. When he tried...

Tired, dirt smudged feet trudged through the wilderness as night fell. No moon cast light this moment, the darkness enveloping the land like a blanket of snow, the air seemingly as cold. Brisk winds blew across the naked skin as the man continued on in exhaustion, hugging himself as teeth...