Hey folks, I’ve been on hiatus trying to get some writing done, with varying success. As promised in my last post, I have a spooky story to ring in the chill of the October air. This story takes place in an alternate universe of a setting not my own, but one I love. It is also dedicated to one of my favorite authors, H.P. Lovecraft, and titled to reference and honor one of my favorite stories of his. Please enjoy – The Shadow in The Cave.
Mike used the bolt driver to carefully tether another gel-corded line into the cave wall. He’d reached the limit on his current line and wanted to be sure he had enough slack to reach the rocky floor below without having to make a long drop at the end. His caving partner and best friend, Riley, … Read More »
Not. One. Drop. Read the conclusion to the story, The Blood of the Honored.
As the beast bears down on the folks within the fortress’ last defense, Pargnok and Posha learn the depth of power behind the oath taken by Manticore Legion.
Whose roar rings out loudest when the great bear threatens them all?
The battle continues, and Pargnok’s cleverness is tested. Grilcor hits on the biggest question of all – just how do these elves intend to abscond with their new slaves?
The rain has come, but has it drowned out the battle?
Pargnok finds himself in pitched battle with a single, talented enemy, who seems almost able to call down the heavens upon them all.
Now readied and waiting for the imminent attack, Pargnok’s men and the people they protect stand together against the setting sun and what’s to come.
The Blood of the Honored continues, as Elavani the elf maiden approaches our legion leaders to learn more about the preparations for the coming attack, and her place in them.
Hey guys, hope you enjoyed last week’s post. Here’s part 2 of Blood of the Honored. Enjoy!
“That’s Posha, Old Bringfok’s niece,” one of the locals who had gathered around said suddenly. “What happened to the poor girl?” the question was asked incredulously, but also with a hint of real anger. These people couldn’t imagine how anyone could harm a child. Pargnok could. He had seen it many times in his years defending Coalition territories and before.
“What happened, Posha?” Pargnok asked the little girl gently. “Who was the nice army man? Was his name Trugmuk? Did he where a uniform, like me?” While calming frightened children was not his greatest talent, the captain did have nieces and nephews of his own. Little Posha looked at him hard, as if thinking, and then shook her head, pointing behind him and drawing his … Read More »