A sample of helmets

The team is the functional core of a story, and as such, team building is vital to the flow of the story.

This might not be suitable for the squeamish or easily offended.

There are sewers beneath the cobbled stone streets, carrying the filth of society away, rather than letting it pile up into steaming heaps of refuse. Something has moved into the sewers and is now coming to the surface to feed.

A media maven, a merchandising mogul, a polyamorite, and the most married woman in the Solar System

Incarceration in the Cosmic Era, adjustable for futuristic and dystopian settings

Life dies in my wake, sacrificing itself to my hunger

The Masque of Hunger

The whales of the deep are not to be trifled with, those who hunt them are as mad as those who think to slay dragons.

Many times the Old World has been mentioned in my works. Submitted for your approval...The Old World.

We made a mistake, we assumed they were normal goblins, short and cranky as they were. We thought the horns were some sort of decoration or one of their fetishes. The horns were attached and they were much more than mundane grots. They were hell grots. 

Recently unearthed this gem of mine, and thought to post it. Its writing predates my joining of Strolen, and I found quite a few interesting bits in it. It is nearly completely written and I am going to endeavor to finish writing it out. Until then, I plan to post it here, perhaps a section a day or so. Enjoy, expand, criticism, comment.

Pantarbe, floating rock, skystone, drifting earth...

Knowing is Half the Battle, red and blue lasers are the other half.

The legacy of K'ton can be seen in the spinning gear, in the spring, in the sliding weight, and in the wonderous ships that glide through the air.

An average city of the Midlands

A haint is a pursuing ghost, or a ghost that follows or chases the living, and comes from Southern vernacular. In the fantasy setting, a Haint is a semi-corporeal entity that exists, but is neither alive nor dead, and not undead or constructed. They are an enigma.

A gun made by the God of the Dwarves

Nothing but snow, nothing but ice and snow. I fear we will all loose our minds out here. Even the caves have frozen into ice...

from the collected notes of an unknown explorer.

A compilation of magical staves that summon servants.

Found at the best cafes, and commanding the highest prices...