Such a juxtaposition is this. Between vibrant rock and stone, Creatures of death walk silent trails. Their feet whispering between slices of orange and striations of gold. The Calvarig. Those who worship The Gate at the end of life, Who embrace the unknown, With arms of an inhuman design. And minds connected as one part … More Calvaria
In the half-dark of a winter’s night, Your breath clouds around a coat of crystalline white. On pads of midnight, you flow across our land, whispering into the fading light. Big white, Dabai, we call you, god of winter, a symbol of right. Your teeth of ivory laid bare showing forth from terrible heights. In … More Dabai, Big White
Adonius look around the great hall in silence, willing the assembly to listen. Around him Lords from around the vast realm of Darkwell bickered with one another, casting insults and throwing blame upon all those who opposed them. We descend into madness, he thought, looking at his advisors and their lesser-born. They all shifted uncomfortably in their … More A Game of Stone and Blood
We alone, stand before the rising tide. A gathering of those seeking hope. Before a brewing storm, We build unions of peace. For we are of the Light, Looking forward to a day of freedom. Our cause is just as we begin the fight, The only fight worth dying for, In the name of freedom. … More A Gathering
How came we to this land, so cursed and scaled by death, From paradise were we flung, Out into a world of pain. But we grew from the spite we were fed, In the heat of an infinite sea of sand we founded our empire. And from our sentence of death, did our forces gather … More The Southern Wastes
It’s said that when the light was divided from the dark, and land torn from the sea, the Darkness could not contain his jealousy. In anger, he pulled away from the light with jaws of poisonous death. The light cast him from the heavens, her scorn white hot and eternally sprung. With mouth spread wide, … More The Devil’s Tooth
What secret lies beneath the sleeping wood? Where mists of doubt and lies cling to root and stone. With much stillness, does darkness wait below the silvered surface. For with the steps of mortal man wake ripples of forgiveness. Why would the child wake the sleeping giant, to heal it’s mortal wounds, When would creation … More Through a Haunted Glass
“The wind speaks hidden words, Cereph,” whispered Worn as the two creatures watched the darkening sea. They stood beneath a broken awning, a golden Sphinx and chestnut centaur. Cereph continued to stare at the rolling bay, emerald green eyes taking in the world. A glossy coat of golden fur ended at her shoulders and arms … More Through A Ruin Darkly
Though darkness walks upon this land, breaking it asunder. And mountains tremble beneath snowy peaks, whispering of their folly. The free folk flee before a host, domineering and proud. And countries quake beneath a load of slavery and compliance. Hope is not lost, as the sun blots out, from fiery death and destruction. For a … More Hope
Between sea and land, Upon white teeth of a winding shore. There lays a city of ruin and growth, Continually beings swallowed by the sea, and rising from fields of green. It is where Chimerans reside. Creatures of myth and strangeness beyond imagining. Continuously caught between an Empire and it’s rebellions, Parmara continues … More Parmara, Shield of the Sea
The Ink Owl 