By David C. Daoust Stairs. A spiral of stairs heading ever upwards. Chantilles was back in that tower. She had not quite pieced it all together yet. Images invaded her thoughts as she climbed ever upwards. She knew she lost the cross, it flew from her hand, but she could not quite remember why it…
We have a store now! We have a new setup now! I decided it was time to upgrade the old site. This setup will be better for mobile users… more malleable, I think. Today, I sat down, like, ‘pshht, I totally got time to write this week’s post!’ I opened photoshop and started doodling the…
By David C. Daoust The hog just lay there. It unceremoniously, and without real reason, fell over dead. This happened after Chut’s dear friend, Chantilles, was knocked into the deep dark hole. Chut felt relieved that the dead thing decided to play along with the facts. Spriggans did not really like the undead. Death itself…
By David C. Daoust Khadory landed hard. An array of injuries enveloped him with the darkness, not just from the perilous slide down the shaft, striking the earth below, itself, left its mark. He hit hard enough to force consciousness from him. Khadory awoke with fresh scrapes to his back. Scrapes which stung with every…