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  • Hell’s Warband Part 1

    The gnolls came in the night. Ravaging and burning, the hyena-like monsters set fire to the outlying buildings in Breckenridge Falls so that they could play in the chaos. Except this time they didn’t just destroy, they also stole a… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 8

    My arms ached. I felt like I was simultaneously floating and being pulled down at the same time. Someone slapped my face. It jarred me and I came back to full consciousness. I was slapped again and as my eyes… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 7

    Rude images and graffiti littered the walls along the passageway. Apparently, these bandits had an artist in residence, one that liked breasts and had the vocabulary of a school child. We slowly made our way through the winding passages, with… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 4

    At the top, we took a breath of good, clean air. Sige said, ‘They sure do stink when they die, don’t they Dusty?’ I was scanning the horizon and getting a bearing on where we were. I glanced at him… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 3

    We began the trek through the canyon. I didn’t want to travel through it by way of the bottom road, and I knew there had to be a side trail up the canyon walls that herders used to join the… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 2

    I woke up with a start and shot to my feet. Too quickly, for my head began to ache with a fierce storm of pain and nausea. Hunched now, I leaned forward with my hands braced on my knees while… Continue reading