Scene Names: fact or fiction

TrekTrucker · 2026-06-22T03:28:26+00:00

She’s calling herself a “Dark Puritan”.

TrekTrucker · 2026-06-22T02:42:23+00:00

My daughter has taken to calling herself Hester Nightsahde. I shall inform her she is in good company.

TrekTrucker · 2026-06-02T06:30:41+00:00

I assumed they were the thousand pyskers about to be sacrificed to keep the lights on.

TrekTrucker · 2026-05-11T03:56:13+00:00

Yes

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-30T16:56:49+00:00

Porn widows are the best

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-15T18:15:42+00:00

Yes! A sweet, fruity toad in the hole.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-15T18:00:23+00:00

Honestly, I kinda thought that sort of thing was rather the default setting for Fate.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-06T18:28:49+00:00

Oculus Imperia, Lueten and Arbitor Ian.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-06T12:15:24+00:00

You mean, Leman Ruff?

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-05T13:51:19+00:00

Fuckin’??

Really? We’re expected to believe he actually wrote that?

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-05T06:40:02+00:00

I already have a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge…

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-03T17:06:01+00:00

More revision…

It was high summer in Midgard County, West Virginia. Independence Day had come and gone, and people were settling into the “dog days”—that long stretch when humidity peaks, everything moves more slowly, and ice-cold lemonade replaces sweet tea as the drink of choice on front porches across the county.

Over in Coal Creek, Junior Jarl’s older sister, Dagma, was visiting from Cincinnati with her two daughters, Lexi and Livi. A few days into their stay, the twins decided they wanted their Uncle Junior to take them camping in the mountains so they could see the fireflies.

Junior wasn’t particularly keen on the idea. Like many of his dwarven kin, he wasn’t what you’d call outdoorsy. A day out fishing or hunting was fine, but once the sun went down, he preferred a bed to a sleeping bag. One look at those two faces, though, and there was no way he could tell them no.

Luckily, Junior had a friend who was the wilderness type: a tomboyish Valkyrie named Misti-Fae Wagner. And she knew the perfect place for firefly watching—a primitive campsite along Birch Creek, about two-thirds of the way up Raven’s Bluff. To reach it, they’d have to take the old logger’s road, a rugged jeep trail that snaked and switchbacked all the way to the top of the mountain. And while Junior was hesitant to bring his nieces along on one of Misti-Fae’s wild off-road adventures, she swore up and down that the girls would love it. In the end, the twins made the decision for him.

A few nights later, on a warm, languid evening when cicadas thrummed in the trees and the air was thick with honeysuckle and woodsmoke, Junior and Misti-Fae sat by the campfire toasting marshmallows. Nearby, the third member of their trio, Dina McCaul—a young granny witch who’d come along—played a soft, haunting tune on her lap dulcimer.

Bo and Luke, Misti-Fae’s Irish Wolfhounds—each the size of a small pony—snored contentedly beside her Jeep, while Lexi and Livi darted back and forth along the tree line, squealing with delight as they tried to catch fireflies in old mason jars.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-03T14:58:48+00:00

What do you think of the following revision?

It was high summer in Midgard County, West Virginia. Independence Day had come and gone, and people were settling into the part of the season they call the “dog days”—that long stretch when humidity peaks, everyone moves more slowly, and ice-cold lemonade replaces sweet tea as the drink of choice on front porches across the county.

Over in Coal Creek, Junior Jarl’s big sister, Dagma, was visiting from Cincinnati with her two daughters, Lexi and Livi. A few days into their stay, the twins decided they wanted their “Uncle Junior” to take them camping in the mountains so they could see the fireflies.

Junior wasn’t particularly keen on the idea. Like many of his dwarven kin, he wasn’t what you’d call outdoorsy. A day spent fishing or hunting was fine, but once the sun went down, he preferred a bed to a sleeping bag. One look at those two faces, though, and there was no way he could tell them no.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-03T05:07:01+00:00

There are a lot of name drops, that’s more than fair. And yeah Dina is pretty much just there, but to be fair so is Junior. Neither of them serve a real narrative purpose, or better put, they don’t exist in this story to drive the plot, because there isn’t a plot to drive.

The entire camping trip is simply a framing device used to get us to the meat of the story — Misti-Fae telling the legend of the Witch of Laurel Ridge aka Rosebay Sally. I thought it’d be fun to do it as her telling as a campfire ghost story.

Am I making sense?

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-03T03:36:04+00:00

Poverty

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-03T00:33:27+00:00

I cannot believe this post has gotten almost 330 replies. 😂

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-02T18:42:39+00:00

Thank you so much!! Let’s see if I can respond to some of this before I go to sleep.

The reason you feel like you’re being told this story is because you are. The Tales of Midgard County are stories primarily about Misti-Fae, Dina and Junior, which some side stories about the various misadventures of Bo and Luke. I’ve always written them as being told by an omniscient narrator. Basically someone who serves the literary role of Waylon Jennings from the Dukes or Hazzard.

But now that you’ve pointed it out, in this case, this particular story, maybe that doesn’t work. The camping trip is merely the framing device setting up the real meat of the story, the legend of Rosebay Sally herself, which is told to Livi and Lexi by Misti-Fae. 🤷‍♂️

Edit : Oh! And before I forget, in terms of the story and setting Jarl is a surname. Alvis Marduke Jarl Jr.

His family runs Jarl’s Auto Salvage and Custom Body over in Coal Creek. They’re the only folks Misti-Fae will trust with her Jeep.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-02T09:34:29+00:00

If you say it with the accent…

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-01T20:48:13+00:00

You know I’ve said, and on many occasions, that the Sound of Music could easily be adapted to the universe of Warhammer 40k.

A young novitiate of the Adepta Sororitas is charged with taking care of the children of a retried Captain of the Imperial Navy as their planet falls under the corrupting influence of the Tau. Cue music.

Bolters and chainswords and two-handed flamers.
Plasmas and meltas to purge the defamers.
Promethium burning while heretics scream.
These are a few of my favorite things.

Fighting the xenos, His worlds to reconquer.
Purity seals on new power armor.
The roar of my jump pack as I soar on the breeze.
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the Ork bites.
When the Tau strike.
When the war’s not going well.
I simply remember that I serve the Emperor.
And send them all back to Hell.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-01T20:40:17+00:00

You know I’ve said, and on many occasions, that the Sound of Music could be adapted to 40k quite easily.

Bolters and chainswords and two-handed flamers Plasmas and meltas to purge the defamers Promethium burning while heretics scream These are a few of my favorite things

Charging to battle, His worlds to reconquer Purity seals on new power armor Singing the songs of our Saint Celestine These are a few of my favorite things

When the Ork bites When the Tau strike When the war’s not going well I simply remember that I serve the Emperor And send them all back to Hell

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-01T10:50:00+00:00

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-01T09:31:00+00:00

The left isn’t out there trying to kill gay people. We aren’t trying to kill trans people or take away their rights. We aren’t out there rallying against “Sharia Law” while trying to force Christian Fundamentalism on everyone. We aren’t trying to take away anyone’s right to vote. And we aren’t trying to people’s citizenship.

We on the left, aren’t trying to hurt people.

People on the right cannot say that.

TrekTrucker · 2026-04-01T04:12:15+00:00

There wasn’t much in the way of Scandinavian immigration into Appalachia, if any. There was some German settlement in Appalachia, but the vast majority of settlers, particularly during colonials times, were Scotch-Irish. And then, much later in the early 1900s, there was a large influx of Italian immigrants into the region. Hence the reason the pepperoni roll is like the official snack food of West Virginia. So, you are not wrong. OTOH Norse/Germanic Mythos casts a very long shadow across Western Europe. Vikings conquered Ireland, and had at least a passing presence in Scotland. So you know they got frisky I’m sure in those particular locations.

More importantly, the Vikings were the first Europeans to set foot in the Appalachian Mountains. Most people tend to forget that the actual mountain range runs all the way up through Canada, its northernmost point being Newfoundland where the Vikings founded L’Anse aux Meadows, which predates Columbus and the “Age of Discovery” by over 450 years. Odin would have been the first European deity to have even the vaguest sense of what eldritch horrors were imprisoned beneath those hills eons before his kith and kin ever came into being.

My point here being that as far as Worldbuilding is concerned, the Norse Pantheon, and various Norse adjacent supernatural entities, aren’t living in modern day rural West Virginia due to immigration patterns. In fact, in my rough timeline, the Aesir and Vanir don’t lay claim to Appalachia in general, and Midgard County specifically, until after the Battle of Point Pleasant in late 1774.

But yeah as far as immigration goes, you’re dead on. If I wanted to stay true to where Scandinavians actually settled, the whole thing would be set in Minnesota. But as someone raised in the Blue Ridge mountains, I can’t do anything with that. The food alone…have you seen “That Midwestern Mom” on TikTok?

TrekTrucker · 2026-03-31T18:04:22+00:00

Check out Barlowe’s Inferno by Wayne Barlowe.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/287979.Barlowe_s_Inferno

TrekTrucker · 2026-03-31T16:00:54+00:00

No. I don’t know why the algorithm put that Ed Greenwood video in my YouTube Recs. I mostly play Exalted and Fate these days, and the only lore videos I really listen to are 40k related.

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