By David C. Daoust Hindal was not who he was meant to be. He had played a game with the darkness, one that left a mar across his existence. It was here in this black pit that he was to meet his end, he knew now. He had memory of it all, all that he…
We have a store now! Fantastic news, I know. Okay, it was news released a couple weeks back, but it seems like the kind of thing I should bring up from time to time. Maybe I should make an ad for it. I don’t know, seems like it might be smarter to do this… maybe…
By David C. Daoust A putrid smell filled the air, Chantilles noticed it but moments before Khadory plummeted into the creature’s den, it had not yet registered in her mind. She stood wide eyed, flaming torch in hand– ready to help, yet with no way to actually achieve the action. Abe, however, began to growl….
By David C. Daoust The Collier’s Yard was a misshapen mess of uneven ground and stacked piles of wood. Years of being used for pit fires had left small hilly bumps and mounds throughout. Much of it was charred, some of which was black as pitch. Impressive tufts of wild growth managed to reclaim some…