Andril Tainer woke with a start and found himself slumped over his work table. Next to him in a tall glass cylinder, a spooked and very agitated stirge struck the clear pane and made a noise like a hammer hitting … Continue reading BLACK HOLLOW: 1.1 Andril and His Return
Thrak Yak held tightly to his sack, for it contained his snacks. No one had ever seemed to think it had contained anything of significant value, but Thrak knew better. With a nice crunch between his sharp teeth, Thrak returned … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 29.6 The Unstable Genius
“Oh I see, so you’re like a stalker now?” “I seek,” spoke the elegant voice. The voice was slick, crisp with ancient wisdom, articulate. There was still a pause, an exasperation. Areia’s verbal assaults were as quick as her physical … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 24 Interlude:The Seeker, The Stalker, and The Rogue
Racing at top speed over the mud coated volcanic rocks, cracked by twisting jungle roots, wasn’t one of Frank’s specialties. He took off as fast as he could which put him immediately behind the others and before he even started … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 24.2 A Minor Diversion
Frank followed Thrak and Zy’an through the jungle, hoping to be back before the cold of the mountain set in. Adventuring is fun kids, but he was starting to appreciate the comforts of a fine rich meal, and a hammock … Continue reading A Crimson Shore: 24.1 The Trickster’s Tool
The four adventurers boarded a longboat and rowed towards the island in bright sunshine. At their backs the sea sparkled. Most of the crew had come up to watch them row away. As with most of the dread isles, the … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 24.3: The Eye of the Beholder
This narrative excerpt from ALIND is based on my recent trip to the Parthenon in Rome.
Continue reading The Golden Oculus
The wind howled and a fine mist swirled as they climbed the stone steps. By the time Zy’an led them to the last of the monk’s structures, they were covered with beads of moisture. “The inner sanctum?” Frank pointed to … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 23.3 Zy’an’s Last Stand
Zy’an knelt over the area that once contained his only possessions. He ran his fingers over the edges where his mat had rested. The stone was a little smoother here. How many of the monks had slept here before him? … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 23.2: The Way of the Long Death
Iricah exhaled. She didn’t consider what Areia called stealth breathing a few years ago an important skill, but she was getting better at it. “Your body needs far less air than you give it,” Zy’an had told her. She wasn’t … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 23.1:What Iricah Found, Again
Later that night, while resting on the deck, Iricah had a brilliant idea. “Thrak,” she sang, finishing her ballad and strumming her lyre, “Thrak was back and my tale is through!” “His tail is threw,” alright laughed Ding and Dong, … Continue reading A Crimson Shore 22.2 The Monastery
by Adrian Zy’an sat amongst the familiar stones and crossed his legs. His blood, their blood, lay everywhere. It was mixed with the bile and putrescence of the creature. The creature that should not have been. The beast that nearly … Continue reading A Crimson Shore: Character Backgrounds, Zy’an Part 2: Training in the Clouds
A Light in the Darkness, D&D Campaign and Storyline 