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The young novice, Marius Drakken, glanced around the narrowing stone stairwell as he followed Elder Wavras deeper into the depths of the catacombs. The stairway deposited them in a cobbled throughway that stretched away into darkness to their right and left. Their only light was a hovering orb of fire, conjured by Elder Wavras, and the light did not penetrate far into the darkness, leaving many shadows and places to hide. “This was once a street,” Wavras indicated the cobbled floor and the

In the lavishly furnished room, a small device sat upon the polished wood table. The floating, spinning, metal discs within the contraption regularly tapped together lightly as they progressed up and down through the glass casing. The metronomic clinking caused the panes of the cantilevered windows to vibrate. The whole room was hushed, all other sounds drowned out by the device. Above a rug on the floor a man hovered just off the ground, his legs crossed beneath him, eyes closed, his breathing

“Fogrot? Rummert?” Simon asked of the two soaking wet orcs panting heavily at the edge of the pool. The pool had been an unnerving black, but now the cloud of murky darkness was receding and disappearing into the depths of the water. All around Simon, the fae were chittering with agitation. Not only had Simon returned from the realm of the dead through the Pool of Tears, but now two orcs had materialized out of another portal. These events were unprecedented, and no one involved was quite

Yidian was a demon who had existed in the depths of hell for centuries and even they found the dark march through the endless void of the Hidden Path harrowing. Every step was uncertain and as they proceeded, they heard a distant murmuring of whispers. The darkness had eyes always watching them and somewhere far below in the deepest depths of the abyss, Yidian knew the emptiness had a mouth. It was a hungry entity at the end of all things. “Are we nearly there?” Rummert hazard asking after

Sorry it's been a minute! I participated in the In Too Deep anthology series and then I was cast as the lead in a local play! Been busy 😅

“I made this for you,” Daedalus squeaked as he held out a small leather pouch with drawstrings. Simon smiled affectionately down at the cute little gnome to whom he’d taken a liking during his time in Meridiah. Observing the pouch, Simon knew exactly what the individual slotted folds of the pouch were meant to hold. He removed the quartz-like crystals from his pockets and placed them in the more secure pouch. “This is genius,” Simon replied appreciatively, “Thank you!” “Gnomes

A young teen, failing to connect with his father, is forced to face his own resolve when his brother is taken by a mysterious creature.

ONE: FAMILY Growing up, I found myself at a loss to connect with my father. He was a man I always admired and respected. In my heart of hearts, I always viewed him as a person to aspire to emulate. He was a strong and capable man, but with a measure of humor and joviality. His patient and earnest approach always balanced well with my mother’s loud and boisterous nature. It always puzzled me how well I could understand my mother. Even in her most outraged and vein-bursting

Yidian lay on their back floating in a sea of pleasure and drunk with power. The goblin chieftain’s huge, pierced cock head was slamming in and out of Simon’s gaping hole with each powerful thrust. The chieftain had been surprised by the transformation of Simon’s body, the once scrawny, pimple-faced farm boy had grown into a strong and powerful man. The chieftain had been more than happy to, once again, anoint the Seeded One with his goblin ancestry. With one last powerful thrust, the chie

Zolgrim clutched to his belongings tightly as he followed his fellow Ahir north along the Vile River. Hot, arid wind had begun to drift into the forest from the desert as the trees grew sparser. They were escorted by five elven guards who had helped them flee the city during the attack. A whole roving group of refugees stretched for miles, moving north to reach the Bastion. For several nights, they could see the glow of the burning city behind them. Zolgrim desperately wanted to go home, b

The obstacle course was devious and dangerous, including unexpected traps and requiring precise timing while jumping and running over the massive stone arches. Simon had yet to complete the course even once without almost dying or being knocked forcefully to the ground. Fortunately, wounds in Meridiah could be healed quickly with a little time and focused breathing. But it still hurt a lot. Simon saw the end in sight and realized he might succeed this time. A smile was even beginning to cro

Connor sat uncomfortably in the corner staring into the fireplace as he pretended not to hear the moaning coming from the bed. It was Simon’s voice he heard, but it was not Simon. “Are you sure Simon want this?” the big orc Fogrot asked, making Connor jump. “The demon was convincing before…” Connor considered but kept his eyes away from the scene. Fogrot was staring at the bed with concern watching as Rummert used Simon’s body for his pleasure and the demon urged him on.

I appreciate you who comment regularly! Keeps me motivated, although the chapters I've been working on I think I need to rewrite a few parts. Kinda slowed me down a bit 😕

‘The Song of the Sea’ from the Tales of Meridiah: “Long ago in a village far away, there lived a poor fisherman and his wife. Above all else they desired to start their own family, but to their great dismay his wife remained barren. The wife began to despair, and the fisherman stayed away longer and longer at sea. Upon seeing the fisherman’s melancholy, Neptune the Sea summoned a great bounty from the realms of Meridiah to bless the fisherman. The fisherman saw the beast rising on th

As a result of the ancient magic which tethered his soul to his body, Akar Kalayvan’s body was attempting to stitch itself back together even as chunks of the flesh were torn from it by the monstrous creature formally known as Lord Julian Crusnik. His eyes fluttered open and he began to emit the most terrified shrieks imaginable. His screams filled the small dark chamber as the beast continued to feast on his charred flesh. Yidian felt a chill run through them as they heard Akar stir and b