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!
MotW: Conclusion
Roger, Jolene, and Tommy fell bodily into a weird, super-advanced, alien technology shop, far removed from the misty hellscape they left. "Oh god, we're in the future," Ismene instinctively. Her protective gear spilled off of her, leaving her naked, holding her...
MotW: The Danse Macabre
The demon Tyenx's mouth split wide as his raucous, malformed laughter rolled across the hazy demon plane. Triggering poison that had laid dormant inside Tammy, Seth, and Ismene, the last lingering traces of hellwasp venom still in their systems came to life, filling...
MotW: Penultimate
Broken free from her stunned stupor by Ismene's cries for help, Tammy roared with hate and spiritual pain and lunged at the white-clad demon that had tricked her into striking down one of her own. Ismene fell heavily to the mist-covered ground as the kopesh sliced...
Racing Against the Swamp
Aria hadn't expected the entire colony to descend into chaos from a single hunter getting sick, but the unexpected had been a constant companion ever since she was pulled from hypersleep and thrown into an emergency escape pod a year prior. They had done well for...
MotW: Showdown
Not far away, standing in the waist-deep, ruddy fog which seemed to cover the world beyond the tall hatch, five figures chanted, extending their fingers to the sky. Beyond them a figure clad in white robes sat, as if observing the proceedings, ignorant of the door's...
Conquest: Old Bones
Having collected all three runic keystones, hidden behind clever traps, countless Banes, and winding passages that turned at impossible angles, we returned to the central hall, ready to face the spirit trapped behind the mystic shield. There was no doubt in my mind...
