By David C. Daoust The Hub– the simulated world built primarily to maintain knowledge of past worlds. Worlds that were left behind, so long ago, when mankind was forced to abandon their native solar system, lest they find themselves swallowed by the Swelling Sun. In this day and age much of what the Hub truly…
Deep within the dwarven City of Dath’ryn’vale… stands the somewhat bewildered Oliver. The young scribe, surrounded by his trusted friends– A small group of adventurers, who have recently found themselves plucked from their normal quest line, not only sidestepping a demon invasion of somewhat mild danger, but commandeered entirely by a new quest-giver. Swept up…
By David C. Daoust One minute, Colin Vice was trudging along, arms pinned by the vice-like grip of the serpentine construct that currently forced him to march forward. The next, he was trying to track, what he could swear, was an inky black shadow… It first appeared as the pair crossed a cross section…
The pitch blackness seemed to blot out every corner of reality. As though to suck said reality into some horribly vile void for which, surely, there was no escape! Or so the Scribe of Nightsong, Oliver, thought, as his eyes seemed to become lost in the nothingness. He searched for some wisp of light, some…