Bronze

Mist curled low around the trees as the party emerged from its ghostly grip, weary from their journey. Before them, just beyond the mist’s reach, stretched the strange, flickering lights of the Carniv...

It was bitter cold. Wind howled across the barren landscape, snow swirling in vicious gusts that stung against Hildy’s exposed skin. Her breath fogged in the icy air as she trudged forward, each step ...

This takes place prior to the encounter with Inza Kulchevich in Sithicus. The winds howled across the moors of Kartakass, rattling loose shutters and whispering through the cracks of the abandoned f...

I took the liberty of ghost writing a song for Vemak. I imagine he would have been inspired to write this after partaking in the brine. Brine Brothers Based on the song by Iron Maiden: Blood Brother...

Ones (Sung to the Tune Of ‘One’ By Metallica) I can't remember anythingCan't tell if this is true or a dreamDeep down inside I want to screamTavril’s chastising stops me Now that the snakes are throug...

“Hmm… what’s that look for?” “I’m trying to figure out what you’re doing here.” “I thought I made that pretty clear.” Genevieve said with her head resting on Wilee’s chest. “I mean the coinciden...

A black car pulled up in front of the Continental, an upscale, boutique hotel of Renaissance Revival style architecture. The passenger door opened and Wilee and Genevieve exited the luxury vehicle and...

Logan rarely kept track of the days any longer, except to know that seven of them meant a week, and 365 of them meant a year. He vaguely acknowledged the months passing, knew the holidays because of t...

“You made us worried.” The door was closed, but Rayne and the others could still hear the muffled conversation from within the chamber. “The rest are outside waiting in the foyer. When you told me May...

When Logan woke up this morning he was alone. After all this time back on Faerûn, back in the real world, he'd been woken up every morning. He was used to it by now. He expected it. But not today. No ...

The small country inn wasn’t crowded, which was fine with Logan, as he did not care to spend too much time with people, and other things. He rubbed his temples and stared into the mug of fresh coffee ...

Logan shifted in his sleep, not dreaming but sleeping and enjoyed being asleep. He became aware that he was enjoying the experience when he became aware that he was no longer fully asleep because some...

He stood in front of the wash basin and splashed water on his face. Looking at his reflection in the cracked mirror he took off his shirt. His body was covered in runic tattoos. The names of the fugit...

The devil entered the room smiling. “The Grandmaster of Flowers, Grandfather of Assassins, His Holy General Priest of Tyr, and the King of Corymr were talking. They ended up in an argument about whose...

Logan was born into the streets of Zhentil Keep where he was constantly abused by his mother and father. Eventually his parents sold him to slavers from Melvaunt. While being transported from Zhentil ...