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  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part Two of The Lost Children of Guérande

    Things seemed to move slowly at that point. Reginald could see Andre’s outstretched hand ready to accept his sword. The knight stepped around him – knowing how the Frenchman would react. An affirming rasp of the sheriff’s sword leaving its scabbard warned Reginald. (more…)

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned

    Part One of The Lost Children of Guérande

    Reginald stared into the polished metal hanging over the basin. Its dull reflection captured his troubled image. A man of 24 years stared back at him. Unkempt brown hair and several days’ worth of stubble covered his face. It had been seven months since the events of Bern and his arrival in Dijon. Reginald had sought a quiet retreat within the city’s walls. He was utterly disappointed.
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  • The Art of Rudy Jon Faber

    Rudy Jon Faber is a self-taught artist hailing from Leeuwarden, The Netherlands. He is a freelance illustrator whose work has been featured in Göoo magazine and sexinart.net. Rudy also customizes collectibles and does custom art for skateboard decks using acrylic paints.
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  • “Tasoula the Rogue”

    By Jason Zapata

    Stars twinkled brightly in the clear Neverwinter night sky. The trees swayed in a steady breeze that cooled Tasoula’s face and hands. The halfling looked up at the waxing moon hanging over the outpost. Its light briefly chased away the shadow her cloak cast on her face. It was a beautiful night for a heist.
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  • I,Dracula: Part Six

    By Jason Zapata

    Armed with stakes and rituals Helsing brought
    Morris, Steward and Holmwood entered the fight
    Filled with resolve these men attacked forthright
    The demise of all vampires Van Helsing sought
    So across London our secret war was fought
    My strongholds were exorcized and set alight
    In pyres that illuminated the fog swept night
    As I reveled in the chaos our battles wrought
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  • I,Dracula: Part Five

    By Jason Zapata

    In Mina’s loving company I became immersed
    Felt the pulse of her blood as I held her hand
    A temptation I intractably fought to withstand
    What remained human of me feared the worst
    So her friend Lucy served to quench my thirst
    Fearful men strived to disrupt what I planned
    Knowing nothing of the power at my command
    They failed I feasted and Lucy became cursed
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  • “Gandalf The Grey” By Lucas Graciano

    Lucas Graciano is a talented fantasy artist hailing from Southern California. He has a large list of famous clients including Sony Online Entertainment, Blizzard Entertainment, and Wizards of the Coast. Lucas enjoys traditional art styles utilizing oil paint. Many of his works are oil on masonite. He is particularly talented in employing gouache techniques to add exceptional shading and dimension to his work.  (more…)

  • “Aragorn Son of Arathorn” by Jenny Dolfen

    Jenny Dolfen has always enjoyed art. She began working with water colors and has since included Photoshop and Painter as her talents developed. Jenny teaches art classes from time to time and provides tutorials of her work. She is inspired by medieval themes. Her impressive gallery is filled with characters created by J.R.R. Tolkien, R.A. Salvatore, and J.K. Rowlings.
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  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald The Damned

    Part Seven of The Necromancer of Bern

    Albrecht Von Zähringen crawled through layers of loose cemetery soil until he was finally free of the suffocating earth that buried him. The Necromancer’s right arm was all but useless. The knight’s blade had cut deep into his bicep and forced him to claw at the cold earth with only one arm. Albrecht had been compelled to retreat. As the manor started to collapse around him, the Necromancer had fled down one of the tunnels leading to the cemetery. (more…)

  • 14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald The Damned

    Part Six of The Necromancer of Bern

    Reginald guardedly descended into the cellar’s first chamber. The odd bit of rotten flesh and stale blood on the earthen floor marked the recent passage of the undead. Brackish light illuminated the scene. Its source was burning pitch held in metal brackets fastened to the walls. The manor’s foundation was built upon crude stones. A haphazard masonry that divided the cellar into separate chambers.
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