Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 8 Jun 2021 I was a fool to go back emptyhanded, a fool who had wasted three years and more, had destroyed his name in pursuit of this quest, and I would be…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 7 Jun 2021 I had found that hidden and thrice accursed book which speaks of things which ought not to be spoken of, which outlined in a riddle the way up this peak.…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 6 Jun 2021 But it was barren: I saw no sign of life or death or even undeath. The black, windswept plain held nothing. I found not even a footprint. I paced upon…
Captian's Log Drabble Series: The Necromancer 5 Jun 2021 What darkness lay in these sun eaters? What unhallowed grave of countless worlds lay in them? I think I was mad to stare so long, wondering, fearing. I had traveled…
By the Sword By the Sword: Rough Draft | Part 17 15 May 2021 They followed the woman out of the alley, leaving the silent soldiers to their rest. Taciturn and voiceless, they traversed the empty road, the rolling fog surrounding them. She before…
Captian's Log Short Story: The Darkness Between the Stars 13 May 2021 Please Read: The Darkness Between the Stars Excerpt: The sanitarium reeked of urine. It was a dark place, like a prison, but I had seen better prisons. Some of the…
Captian's Log Drabble: Preparations in the Dark 3 May 2021 The music of the anvil echoes in the dark while the red glow of the furnace pulses. Within their smoking mountain, the dwarves are hard at work. Preparation. Preparation. Preparation.…
Captian's Log Poem: The Treasures of Om 4 Apr 20214 Apr 2021 What songs are sung in the castle of OmWhat great deeds remembered thereWhat strange tunes are played on their curving flutesWhat devilish rhythms they bear. I once begged alms of…
Captian's Log He Stood Against the Desolation 15 Nov 2020 "The heroes are dead, the wizards are turned to stone, and here you are, standing. Look at you: your trembling arms can barely hold that blade. Step aside." His father's…
Captian's Log The Bard’s Song 16 Jul 2020 The languid music, like some suffocating gas, slowly worked upon the patrons a dreadful drowsiness. It could not even be called boredom. Those who listened to the bard's song weren't…
