Fiction Posts

A collection of the many fanciful stories I have posted. Please see the main Stories and Fiction page for more information and helpful links.


Wasteland: Minutes by Minutes (Part 1)

Wasteland: Minutes by Minutes (Part 1)

While walking to Diamond City, that beacon of civilization wherein which I hoped to make my fortune, I ran into a stern-looking band of Revolutionary War-era soldiers. At least, that’s what the tri-corner hats and long coats were meant to convey, I suppose. Most...
Rogg: Copper Pathways

Rogg: Copper Pathways

Tai’tasi was right – the innkeeper wasn’t interested in putting me up for a night if I couldn’t pay for it, even though he had beds empty and available. Two really good things did come from my visit to the inn, at least – he did let me cook a small...
Conquest: the Edict

Conquest: the Edict

The sounds of argument bellowed from the tent as I approached – there was no doubt that I had arrived at the right place. Graven Ashe, the Archon of War and leader of the Disfavored, was yelling back and forth with Voices of Nerat, the leader of the Scarlet Chorus....
Rogg: A Wide New World

Rogg: A Wide New World

The Valley of Trials looked a lot different than mom used to describe. Everything’s always been brown in Durotar, but I didn’t expect the long road to Orgrimmar to be so coppery-red. Cracked earth gave way to the occasional hardy tree. I wondered how these...
Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 3)

Wasteland: Monsters in the Dark (Part 3)

For the second time in as many minutes, I found myself thrown back down the stairs, breath knocked out of me. The world moved in swirls, both from head trauma and the disturbed dust kicked into the air. My ears rang and I felt blood oozing out of my nose. I could...
Conquest: Arrival in the Valley

Conquest: Arrival in the Valley

Our invasion had shattered all major opposition in the Tiers – all who defied Kyros lay broken by battle or bowed in surrender. Our armies controlled the lands as far as the eye could see, but there were still those few pockets of rebellion which dared to stand up to...