Works of Fiction
Creating characters, settings, or even whole worlds is a long-time joy of mine, one where I get to flex my creative muscles and try to encourage others to do the same. While my blog in general deals with all number of topics, here’s a curated list of all of my works of fiction – content inspired from other works, games I’ve played, or spun out of whole cloth.
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Currently I have two long-running story arcs going: the Lavis Chronicles which explores a civilization’s first steps onto the galactic stage, and Covert Ops about two American operatives fighting a Bolivian drug cartel. I hope you enjoy!
Conquest: Sentinel Stand
The Regent of Sentinel Stand, the last ruler of the fallen kingdom of Stalwart, had ordered his men to kill us where we stood. Barik had been itching for a fight since the moment we arrived through the impassible storm, and gleefully took to battle in way I had never...
Conquest: the Isolated Regent
Lifting the Steadfast Insignia up to the face of the storm, the mighty windwall conjured by the force of Kyros' Edict parted slightly, forming a cone-shaped area absent of flying dust or metal before us. As we slowly advanced, the zone of calm air traveled with us,...
Conquest: Widening Gulfs
Approaching the inner bridge, across which the powerful Edict of Storms raged, we met a small band of Unbroken, the remnants of the Realm of Stalwart's army, facing off against Disfavored. Taking our appearance as a timely distraction, the Unbroken retreated to more...
Stretching Forth
After more than 40,000 words spread through 32 fiction posts, I've been able to compile a rough draft for what I hope will be my first published novella. Never one to embrace editing—I fully understand its utility and necessity, I just am not practiced or enthused at...
Conquest: New Walls
Having reclaimed the Regent's artifact and defeated the Banes which guarded it, our small band – Eb, Verse, Barik, and myself – left the cloying gloom of the oldwalls and once again felt the ocean breeze of the Blade Grave. The smells it carried may not have been...
MotW: Epilogue
Tammy woke up under a full moon, on a gravel river bed, looking up at the stars. Turning her head, she saw a tall, black woman wearing a gold necklace, clad in an outdoorsy yet refined outfit. "Tami'it," her sonorous voice rolled as if thunder across the plains. "The...
