Conquest: Widening Gulfs

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...
Stretching Forth

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...
Conquest: New Walls

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...
MotW: Epilogue

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...
MotW: Conclusion

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,...
MotW: The Danse Macabre

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,...