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[glknight]

So I'm a dumb dumb for leaving this account in the lurch for so long.

Because I commissioned art of The Withered, as drawn by CSP Dood, and never shared it on here.

Rectifying that now. And again, apologies for the lapse in activity.

TWILIGHT'S DAUGHTER CREATURE - THE WITHERED

In this write-up, heavily inspired by John Carpenter's The Fog and Prince Of Darkness, we are introduced to The Withered - poor unfortunate souls who were trapped in The Void Between and left to be worn down by the corruptive and maddening realm of non-existence until they were nothing more than empty husks serving the will of their master.

But then that raises some questions.

Just who do The Withered call "master"?

And second,

2. Why are the so interested in Davrick Bene above all the other heroes of Twilight's Daughter?

(AKA This wholesome goober right here, who prefers to be kind instead of casting one of the MANY INCREDIBLY POWERFUL SPELLS that have been lost to time and only he knows?)

The only way to find out is to read Twilight's Daughter when I finally finish writing it! But until then, I'll continue these write-ups of various monsters from Twilight's Daughter to fill the void (pun intended). Not sure what monster or creature I'll do a write-up for, next. Lord knows I have a lot to choose from.

[glknight]

TWILIGHT'S DAUGHTER CREATURE - THE WITHERED

In this write-up, heavily inspired by John Carpenter's The Fog and Prince Of Darkness, we are introduced to The Withered - poor unfortunate souls who were trapped in The Void Between and left to be worn down by the corruptive and maddening realm of non-existence until they were nothing more than empty husks serving the will of their master.

But then that raises some questions.

Just who do The Withered call "master"?

And second,

2. Why are the so interested in Davrick Bene above all the other heroes of Twilight's Daughter?

(AKA This wholesome goober right here, who prefers to be kind instead of casting one of the MANY INCREDIBLY POWERFUL SPELLS that have been lost to time and only he knows?)

The only way to find out is to read Twilight's Daughter when I finally finish writing it! But until then, I'll continue these write-ups of various monsters from Twilight's Daughter to fill the void (pun intended). Not sure what monster or creature I'll do a write-up for, next. Lord knows I have a lot to choose from.

[glknight]

I am way too broke for my Fantasy Horror setting to get art.

I got Viking Elves.

I got living statue people.

I got Harpy Eagle x Orangutan hybrid birds.

I've got little birds as loud as a loudspeaker.

I got living outlines of people filled with the spots you see when you're blinded by the sun.

I've got Fashionista Spider People.

I've got living shadows that were formerly psychopathic killers.

I've got intense body horror.

I've got Muscular Dommy Mommy Demon Generals.

I've got Non-Binary Crime Lords.

I've got a thing made of mouths and hands and blood (HEAVY SPOILERS for Book 02 involving that reveal).

I've got Cenobite looking corrupted Angels in a cocoon of reality who's mere presence causes madness.

I've got people who have turned themselves into living Hands Of Glory.

I've got SO MANY CHARACTERS, MONSTERS AND ANIMALS I've yet to reveal. And I'm trying to give that to you guys while surviving on $150 a month.

And yet here I am, trying to write the story that ties everything together so I can make an ILLUSTRATED NOVEL SERIES out of the whole thing. And then make a TTRPG set after the story's end.

[glknight]

TWILIGHT'S DAUGHTER CREATURE - HELL SQUIRRELS

So, here's one more critter (animal critter, not Critical Role fandom) from the world of Mallinor. This time, from the Infernal Realm. A place of dark omnipresent red skies filled with tumultuous clouds, dark soil that has bears the scent of bloodstained earth, pillars of flame that line the roads and barbarous trees home to a plethora of unique and somewhat frightening beasts both large and small.

And small is the optimal word today. Because the creature that has gotten the newest write-up is none other than the Hell Squirrel - a very small, very feral and very original beast made of spikes and fire and bones and fangs.

(And naturally, the Half Demon hero named Corvis, Prince of the Throne Of Lies and Fire Shaman Fuckboy extraordinaire, is involved...)

Just read on and you'll see what I mean!

(Told you they were mean little buggers! Corvis was just trying to be nice.)

And next time, Davrick will be in the highlight when he finds something coming through the other side of the mirror while investigating a room inside a tower.

And trust me, this thing on the Other Side is definitely NOT your Friend.

[glknight]

New Monsters for Twilight's Daughter

So I've been trying to make narrative write-ups for some of the monsters that can be found in my Fantasy Horror WIP (and hopeful Fantasy Horror TTRPG some day). And if people like them, then I'd absolutely be willing to write more. There's a MASSIVE variety of monsters, animals and more that can be found on the continent of Yashra. And I hope to share them all with you eventually.

Okay, that's enough sentimentality! On with the monstrous beings!

First up is probably one of my most inventive - a soapy crystalline monstrosity of liquidy light birthed from a corrupted layer of reality made malleable by an overabundance of Ether due to too much magic being cast. These 8 ft. tall beasts are called PRISMATIC HOUNDS.

(Rather unique type of creature, wouldn't you say?)

And the second monstrosity is something far more malevolent. A terrifying beast of incredible intelligence and violence, the SERASA are like a mix of a hairless blue Gorilla and a King Cobra. These 16+ ft. long carnivorous nightmares are prone to stalking their prey, often tormenting them in incredibly disturbing and horrific ways before brutally killing with either their four retractable arms or by the incredibly potent venomous fangs and devouring them. Oftentimes, a Serasa will actively commit truly atrocious acts in order to get a response out of their victims before their assault.

(Bonus highlight of the fact that the Berserker Demigoddess/Elven Princess and Titular Character of the whole property has far more issues than most would think for a character like her.)

If you would like to see more, feel free to let me know. I'll be working on two more narrative write-ups next - one where the Human Mage of the party comes across a very different type of specter than usually found in Fantasy stories, and one where the Half Demon Fire Shaman comes across a very spiky and extremely on-fire little creature that originates from the Infernal realm.

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TWILIGHT'S DAUGHTER EXCERPTS

So, here's the thing.

Twilight's Daughter was originally going to be a Novel trilogy. Three books set in a Fantasy world where the inactions and plans of the past has led to a world that is turning more and more into a straight up Horror story.

But a couple years ago, I was convinced that it should be a Comic Book instead. And for two years, I struggled and fought and tried to remain sane. But then it got to a point where I couldn't feasibly do a comic book of the world of Mallinor falling into a hellscape of nightmarish monstrosities, horrors unleashed on the innocent and heroes rising to stem the tides of darkness.

So, once again, I'm continuing my work on the Illustrated Novel version of the story (as intended).

And to celebrate that freeing decision, anyone who posts wishes to read what I've written to date will be sent a link to read the first two chapters. It's your call, really.

Kind of my way of saying "thank you" by showing you what I've got so far.

And I'm pretty sure Thea (tall buff elf lady), Davrick (human mage), Arnea (Synthet Cannoneer), Corvis (Half Demon Fire Shaman) and Deerah (Human Shadow and Gentlelady Thief) all thank you for your support, too.

Artwork by @kimstramat

[glknight]

MARIE LENZI FULLER, AKA THE TRAINER

A former Horse Trainer and Riding Coach, Marie was primed to become a fixture in Hollywood during the Western Revival before her stables were burned to the ground. Taking the life of both her prized stallion, Astaroth, and herself.

Now, decades later, she has returned to seek her revenge. Leading a grouping of shadowy horses that many believe to be The Devil's Herd to find and trample those responsible for her death, as well as to protect the descendants of the horses she used to care for.

Artwork by Riley O'Malley [https://linktr.ee/therileyomalley].

Based on the inimitable @xxautumnivyxx.

[glknight]

I spent too long writing fetish stories

More about venting than it is about confessing.

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Over the past 6+ years, I spent more time writing niche fetish stories instead of what I actually wanted to do. Mostly because I wanted to see those stories in the world, but partly because everyone points out that writing fetish material is an easy way to get paid.

Over six years, I wrote approximately SEVEN BOOKS worth of adult material. And I didn't even see a fucking DIME. Even when I was pushing a Patreon, no one gave a damn about supporting me. When I was putting installments out week after week after week, giving complex worlds and backstories and more.

Some, I'm holding on to and want to turn into full-on mainstream material.

VERITY - A tall, muscular woman who acts as a Problem Solver for whoever crosses her door. A former Black Ops agent who was called "The Angel Of Death" by her unit, Verity now seeks to live a life just helping people. But when you're a self-touted "Problem Solver", you find yourself caught up in all sorts of battles to protect the lives of ordinary people...

BLOCKBUSTER - Set in a far flung future, a professional Fighter named Marco Mercado is hired to train the daughter of a celebrity. This girl, Brandy Bustamante, is not any ordinary woman. She's the daughter of Braden "Blockbuster" Bustamante, a megastar who is part of a specially made line of 10 ft. tall powerhouse humans called "Geners" (Genetically Enhanced Workers) that were made to work on the most hostile of worlds for the Seven Corporations Of Man before being repurposed for things like Sports Competitions.

But their meeting is more than just circumstantial, kickstarting the unraveling of a millennia old conspiracy involving Corporate greed and the truth about human existence in an Epic Space Opera love story.

I'M WITH THE GODDESSES - Dragged out for another night of local shows, college student Brandon isn't really expecting much. But when he sees the opening act for the All Female fronted show, a group of misfit ladies named The Goddesses, it's closer to a religious experience for him.

Imagine Brandon's surprise when that turns out to be literal, as the lead singer and front woman for the band, a mohawk brandishing spitfire named Layla Scalzi who Brandon gets a very strong sense of deja vu from, tells him he's meant to be their Acolyte. Now pulled into a cosmic Battle Of The Bands called The Ascension Game, he and the odd mix of Punk Rock Pantheon members compete against gods and goddesses from all other genres in a bid for the right to ascend to the position of official gods over all reality.

THE SWORD OF MONSTERS - A professional monster hunter named Ezel heads to a small village where it's rumored that bizarre creatures are slaughtering locals and travelers alike. Once there, he finds that the rumors are not only true, but far more bizarre and deadlier than he imagined. But nothing as bizarre as a white haired waif in a blue outfit named Mazia, carrying a sword bigger than herself, who joins him in his investigation...

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Outside of these four stories (Blockbuster will become a straight up Sci Fi novel, the others will hopefully become comics), I'm abandoning literally every other story. Stories which include Humanity's struggle for survival against extradimensional aliens who are basically Nazi Terfs, a story about a loving family caught in a very bizarre situation involving gene therapy treatments, one involving a college student and the very strange goddess that is haunting her, an erotic ecological body horror story about a corporation trying to remove a thorn in their side by using his wife and more.

Take it from me, whoever tries to convince you that creating pornographic content is a sure way to earn money is fucking lying to you. People want free shit, and they don't really care when it starts or stops coming in.

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New WIP Progress

So I've been working on Twilight's Daughter for a good long while (over five years, which is... insane to me). But I chose to take a break from that story.

Why?

Easy... I'm working on a new Novel.

"Wha- Buh- Writing ANOTHER STORY isn't taking a break?!", right?

Yes, true. But unlike Twilight's Daughter, which is Fantasy HORROR, this new novel will be Fantasy NOIR. No D&D like races. No dark gods. No extradimensional chicanery. Just humans, classism and class warfare, magic, a massive sea and rain.

Lots and lots and lots and LOTS of rain.

The new WIP is called DROWNED CITY. Set on the massive city-state/island of Shallow, where people arrived there with no memory of how or why over 200 years ago. And currently, amidst this eternally dark and rainy world surrounded by a stormy body of water called The Abyssal Sea, they have made due. Some would dare say they have thrived in this 1920's like cityscape.

And it's all thanks to Storm Walkers, a select group of people who are naturally gifted with storm related magic. Some are able to call down lightning. Others can call upon the clouds themselves. Some, the mighty winds.

Lionel Song, a "Seeker" (aka Private Investigator), is one such person. His gift, a minor magic that helps him go where he needs to or look for clues or details that he calls "Slipping Between The Raindrops", isn't considered very useful. But it helps him stay on his toes and keep his head above water, as well as the added benefit of remaining dry when he takes a stroll through any downpour. A gift he'll need to rely on when he's called upon to do a job for one of the wealthiest families in Shallow named The Winterwinds.

His gift allows him to find the clues he needs to solve any case. But what happens when the job grows too big to contain? When the truth he uncovers unleashes a potential storm the likes of which will decimate the entire way of life for everyone on the island? Will he bring the truth to the surface? Or will he be yet another victim of the tides in this Drowned City?

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Yeah, it's that kind of story. Raymond Chandler mixed with Brandon Sanderson and Emily Bronte, set in a fantasy world of twinkling street lights in eternal night, the drone of falling rain, the crashing of the waves and the disparity struggle found in the best of Gotham and Gothic fiction.

And the best part? I might have the rough draft of Chapter 01 ready for people to read by next week. Looking for the best places to post it, so if anyone wants to read it? Let me know! I'll gladly share it.

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I tend to work with a lot of artists, but few have really understood what I have been really trying to go for with my Fantasy Horror WIP, Twilight's Daughter, quite like Andrea.

If you're able, I TRULY AND EMPHATICALLY recommend you work with her. I honestly believe she brought out the best elements of what I was seeing for Duwari's design and improved them.

Duwari ❤️🕸️🕷️ fullbody design commission for @glknight

Some concept sketches for her clothes too!

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Duwari ❤️🕸️🕷️ fullbody design commission for @glknight

Some concept sketches for her clothes too!

[glknight]

DUWARI OF THE ARACHE [commissioned art drawn by @syqkos]

In my Fantasy Horror WIP, TWILIGHT'S DAUGHTER, there are many new and interesting races (or as they're referred to in universe, LINEAGES) to meet. One of the most interesting in my opinion are the Arache, a race of Spider folk who were the chosen people of the Goddess of Light, Lukazj. While somewhat scary looking, they are a naturally reserved people, preferring methods of non-violence over all others. But their most well known aspect is that they are obsessed with weaving and design, crafting works of linen and function that not even the greatest lineage of crafters, the Dwarves of Illothara, are capable of.

Yes, you read that right. PACIFISTIC. FASHIONISTA. SPIDER PEOPLE.

But all is not well for the people of Yashra, and the Arache are no different. Great calamity is coming, and everyone will have to rise to fight and ensure the world makes it to another dawn, or let themselves be consumed by the wave of madness and death in the ensuing twilight of their age.

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EXPERIMENT: Manifest Soul

Synopsis: Manifest Soul is the first in a trilogy of Fantasy novels that came to mind a while back. Technically, they’d be considered Young Adult. In it, the main character is a teenager called Martien. One night at his overcrowded home on the border of Melathesia, his grandfather cries out in his sleep, shouting about the Shadowing Storm, an ancient enemy that was destroyed millenia ago while calling for Martien. Shortly afterward, his grandfather passes away. That’s when the dreams start for Martien. Dreams of shadowy fire, of purple blinking eyes, and a deep abiding hunger. And in the distance, a great Golden Dragon that the Storm is trying to surround and destroy. And then darkness. And then Martien wakes to find a sword on his bed, with a bright, clear stone in the pommel. The sword of the Melathesian Honor Guard, the finest and most elite fighting force of the 20 United Realms.

Why has the Shadowy Storm returned? Why is the Great Golden Dragon under attack? Why did the sword appear on Martien’s bed? And why is he bidden to fight something which has already been proven to be destroyed?

SCENE: Martien has officially been accepted into the Honor Guard as a new recruit. He has spoken of his dreams to both the War and Mage Councils, and has been told that for the time being, he shall remain in Melathesia’s capital, Ranabore, until they can discern just what’s going on. The night before training begins, the dream has a new detail that Martien has yet to divulge: a great, dark Dragon, within the shadowy storm itself, with eyes of dark fire and reddish slit irises in the center. When he’s woken at twilight for training, he cannot shake the Dragon’s eyes, as he’s led to a pitch black chamber with the rest of the trainees.

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“Time for Basics, you swamp gilliads!” The cold, somewhat darkened air nipped at every single trainee, as they all fell into lines, and waited for the trainers to enter. Martien, especially, was anticipating the type of trainer he would get. Out of the 5 branches of the Honor Guard, the only two gems he had yet to see were the purple stone of the Monarch’s Eye, and the black stone of the King’s Shadow. Taking a quick look around, he could see all the other stones of his fellow novices: the reds of the Crimson Arm, the blues of the Queen’s Mind, the greens of the Lord’s Bounty, and many clear stones, much like his.

“HONOR GUARD! SALUTE!” cried out one of the watchmen, and all the novices took their stance, raising the sword blade flat to their chests, other arm placed behind their back, standing straight with their heads up.

Torch light broke through the darkness, as two men flanked a shorter, well groomed man. They made their way before the new additions, and each of the torchbearers made way to a large bonfire stand, lighting them and illuminating the large stone room all the boys and girls stood in. The man who stood before them eyed every one of them carefully before raising his sword to his chest, and saluting in return.

Martien was surprised when he saw that the stone in the pommel of the man’s sword was a deep purple.

“I am Darrius, of the House of Tarven, appointed Captain of the Honor Guard, and the Rose of the Monarch’’s Eye,” he began. The trainees tittered and guffawed that their trainer would be one of the most respected and well-known members in the Guard. Their reverie was broken by Darrius continuing.

“Sheathe and at ease, young ones.” All took their eyes off of Darrius, except for Martien, who watched as the man tossed his sword up with a slight spin, and deftly grabbed his scabbard with his left, lined it up with the sword’s movements, and swiftly grabbed and sheathed his own sword in a manner which showed how he earned his reputation as one of the “Great Swords of the Guard”. Martien, so caught up in watching Darrius putting on a show with his sword handling skills, nearly forgot to put his own sword away, but did so just in time for Darrius to address the students.

“You are probably wondering why I have been appointed as your trainer, instead of a Crimson Arm. Well,” Darrius began as he took to wandering between the novices, “the reason is that the Empire has decreed that my skills, and your talents has brought the full attention of the Empire upon your specific troop.”

They began to talk amongst themselves, some in surprise, some in happiness. A rather brutish Crimson Arm apprentice next to Martien snorted, smirked a grin that made his sentiments obvious, and blithely muttered “Naturally…” under his breath. Martien just rolled his eyes up, and moved his head away. But when he rolled his eyes back, he was looking directly at Darrius, and Darrius was looking back at him. Martien could tell by the way he was staring that Darrius knew of him, that he was the reason Darrius was here.

Darrius smiled, and patting Martien in a firm but friendly way on his shoulder, turned to his new charges, and walked back to his spot. When he was back before them all, he turned on his boot heels, and spread his arms with a flourish.

“But enough talk for now! Put your swords to the side, remembering to place with your own gems naturally, pick up a weighted practicing implement, and return to your spot. For now it’s time we cover the lifeblood of all combat arts: the basics!”

The reds naturally grumbled and the blues naturally began to question why this was happening, and the greens naturally took to the appointed task in silence, but Martien and the other clears took to their task in earnest, as all retrieved their training swords, and went back into formation. Darrius waited for them all to still themselves as a watchman handed him a practice sword, to which Darrius thanked him. He turned, eying each novice as a smile that seemed brighter than the torches came to his face. “Now, my little Glen Gliders! Let’s begin!” ___________________________________________________________

“One!”

The trainees were well into the second hour of training. The smell of sweat and heat could be found over every corner of the room. Their bodies fought them handily as they gripped the handle of their swords, even with their chins, as their bodies turned, knees slightly bent, and torsos leaned back with their right foot leading “Base!” Their feet shifted to left leading, as they returned the blade to gauging distance before them, edge down.

“Four!”

Left foot still leading, their swords were drawn in tight to their right shoulder. “Base!” They all proceeded to return to the basic stance, except for the Crimson Arm next to Martien, who decided to go a little wide with his return, promptly catching Martien alongside his neck for the fifth time. Martien could feel the sting of the blunt weapon, but a second behind it, he felt the presence of something wet on his neck. He immediately dropped form to feel for it, and found it wasn’t just felt with his hand or neck. Within the light of the bonfires, he saw the obvious color of red awash on his hand.

“You BASTARD! You did that on PURPOSE,” Martien shouted.

The Crimson Arm initiate rolled his eyes, and laughed under his breath.

“It was an accident. Stuff like the happens all the time to empties like you!”, he replied.

“What did you call me?”

The Crimson Arm initiate swaggered over to Martien, looking down in an act of intimidation.

“That’s what you are! Too weak to decide what you want, so you’re gonna bide your time and let someone else choose for you! And from the look of it, too stupid to do anything about it, too! At least my fellow reds know the score!”

The cheers of some of the trainees broke out, to Martien they were obviously the brute’s fellow Crimson Arms members. The others stayed quiet, though. Martien, however, wasn’t going to allow someone push him around like that.

“Your threats have the air of a Fillaric cow’s backside. And I should know. I seen what a real animal looks like!”

“You outlander son of a-” “ENOUGH!” Darrius shouted, as he pushed the two away from each other. “Martien and… ?”, he asked, snapping his fingers trying to recall, which annoyed the brute.

“Saxor, of the house of Lemmor.”

“House of Lemmor, huh?”, Darrius replied. “At least you have a roof over your head. Now, Martien and… Saxor, how shall we go about this?”

“He insulted my honor, ” Saxor brusquely stated. “I have every right to a duel.”

Martien looked scared, as Darrius looked intrigued.

“A- a DUEL?! You can’t just-”

“I CAN,” Saxor began, as he stared at Martien with contempt and malice. “And I HAVE.” “You sure are an eager Arm, aren’t you Saxor?”, Darrius gleefully spoke, unable to hold back the rakish smile that his airs afforded him. “Alright, I’ll allow it… But on the condition of it being NON-LETHAL. Do you both agree to my terms?” Saxor just glared at Martien, and Martien looked at both trainer and trainee as if both were quite mad. A chant of “duel” had somehow risen from the rest of the recruits when neither of the three had noticed, but Martien knew that no matter what, he would have to fight for his place in his troop. I- I accept th-those terms,” Martien replied. The crowd erupted, as Saxor brusquely stomped to the wall of Crimson Arms;. Darrius, however, quickly took Martien’s shoulder, as he leaned in close to whisper to him as they walked to the Clear’s wall.

“The Empire wanted me to keep an eye on you, Martien. Especially Mage Councilor Althera. She says you’ve got something important to do in the coming times-”

“I just want to go home, Captain Darrius-” “Please, Martien,” Darrius interrupted, taking on a friendly tone. “Call me Captain Darrius!” Martien’s eyes narrowed at Darrius’ painfully bad joke, which immediately made the Rose of the Empire look apologetic. “Just trying to get you to relax. Look, this brute of a 17 year old-” “HE’S ONLY 17?! The Guard takes recruits up to 26, and he’s bigger than them!” “Martien, this brute is just that: a brute! He has no finesse, and he’s about power, not skill. You’ve spent time working in the fields and using the land, obviously, so you’re already ahead of his development! You can beat him!” Martien looked very worried, as both he and Darrius watched Saxor quickly draw his sword, and cleave the stand the swords were placed on, splinters flying in an obvious scare tactic. Martien looked afraid. Darrius looked pensive. “Well, that’s coming out of my pay!”, Darrius bluntly stated, as he began pushing the young recruit to the center of the room. “Martien, just follow this pattern: two, base, four, base, three, five, nine, base, one, and follow through at the end of every number!” “How will I remember all that?!”, Martien cried out.

“If you want, I can call it out. But only if you really need it,” Darrius quickly yammered, slapping Martien’s sword to his chest, and pushing him before the crowd. Darrius quickly walked between the two, and raised his arms.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Today, for our eyes only, we have something a little… unprecedented! Saxor, of the House of Lepers-” “Lemmor, you Tarven basta-” “House of Lemons has challenged Martien of the House of Maleiras to a duel!” The crowd fell quiet at the mention of the Maleiras name. “This runt of a Dillergian mite’s ass is of House Maleiras? How the mighty have fallen with progeny like you…”, Saxor insinuated. In all honesty, Martien was hoping that he could go without anyone knowing he belonged to a house, let alone one of the Four Brothers of the Empire.

“Saxor, are you ready?”, Darrius asked. “I wish this duel was lethal. Then I’d be doing the world a favor by getting rid of the descendant of the Dragon-Killer,” he said, taking the aggressive variation of the base stance, blade edge leveled up to his shoulder for an immediate strike.

“Martien, are you ready?” Martien was embarrassed and humiliated, afraid of what Saxor was willing to do, now that he knew of his heritage, earned from his mother’s lineage. But he knew there was no way out of this, except to fight. So he drew his sword, and took the base stance. “…Ready.” Darrius clapped his hands, and chopped down with his right, signaling the beginning of the duel. “COMMENCE!”

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What Remains: An Anthology Of Death And Memory

So, if you don’t follow me on Twitter (which is a roaring dumpster fire instead of a regular one right now), I have officially announced that I am putting together an Illustrated Horror Anthology titled “WHAT REMAINS”.

It is a collection of stories, illustrations and comics centered around those who have died and the memories of their life that have led them to becoming trapped within their own corpse. Unmoving, yet unable to pass on. Lingering in death inside their bodies, their memories of their time before death like an open wound or a fresh tear down their cheek.

Submissions will open in the 3rd quarter of this year (2023), with the plan to be a crowdfunding campaign and publication in early to mid 2024. I will include the guidelines I have written, because I want people to know what is to be expected and when submissions open so that creators have plenty of time to work on their own projects without needing to worry.

If you wish to participate in this anthology, you have plenty of time to plan and work around your schedule.

[glknight]

What Remains: An Anthology Of Death And Memory

So, if you don’t follow me on Twitter (which is a roaring dumpster fire instead of a regular one right now), I have officially announced that I am putting together an Illustrated Horror Anthology titled “WHAT REMAINS”.

It is a collection of stories, illustrations and comics centered around those who have died and the memories of their life that have led them to becoming trapped within their own corpse. Unmoving, yet unable to pass on. Lingering in death inside their bodies, their memories of their time before death like an open wound or a fresh tear down their cheek.

Submissions will open in the 3rd quarter of this year (2023), with the plan to be a crowdfunding campaign and publication in early to mid 2024. I will include the guidelines I have written, because I want people to know what is to be expected and when submissions open so that creators have plenty of time to work on their own projects without needing to worry.

If you wish to participate in this anthology, you have plenty of time to plan and work around your schedule.

[glknight]

The creaking of time and rust of age A withering of bones and flesh gone strange Their whispers comprise the many things That we think as ours and still they bring us Back to them and the oaths they make And promises we can't forsake For we are theirs And they won't let us forget

The Unspoken Oaths

What if the dark gods you knew from all of fiction were based on something else? The Cthulhu Mythos, Tash, Morgoth, Sauron, The Endless, Slaanesh. All these beings and more, just a pale personification of another set of entities entirely.

(Cernunos, The Dark God Of The Wilds by Harvey Gumayan Heinrich)

What if these dark foundational gods, more primal than any other sort, existing well before the notion of words was even a spark of creation, were always there? Watching. Waiting. Ready to offer us a trade. To offer us a deal. A challenge.

And the only thing they ask for in return… is an OATH?

This is what The Unspoken Oaths are. Those offerings of actions and words by those beings far too profound to be comprehended with. The only thing one can do is either offer their agreeance, accepting the terms they set forth, or to rebuke the offer and face a frightening penalty. And survival is entirely up to you.

These beings, the OATH MAKERS, are very much not the sort that are bound by laws and limitations except for those they purposefully put into place. And in that way, there are a set of guided notions one must remember when dealing with them.

These are the rules by which you must abide.  Do not forget them. Do not ignore them. For they will not, and you will be held to them.

1. TAKE NOT THAT WHICH YOU WILL NOT GIVE. 2. GIVE NOT THAT WHICH YOU CANNOT BE WITHOUT. 3. DO NOT PROFANE TO MAKE OATHS THAT YOU WILL NOT KEEP. 4. DO. NOT. BREAK. THEIR. OATHS.

If you still wish to walk the paths of the Oath Makers, then the journey is easier than you think. The Oath Makers reside in places other than the groves of ancients and the dead. They are within the earth, within the waters. They are below you, around you. They are above you and beyond you. They reside in the places we consider ours, for they allow us due to prior oaths.

Some places to consider if you so dare:

-Jadhat resides in those areas that The Scavenger In The Dark prefers, deep within umbral woods and abyssal places. -The Snow Mother resides in the frozen places, where her frozen tears may flow and glacial growth may propagate. -Dehdet, False Giver and tricky thief of vows prefers the blighted lands where death is but an entirety. The Bloat Blight, -Avinaz, prefers the depths and all it can do to soak and ruin whatever may be touched by its flow. -Drazuk prefers the tumult from on high, hungering for the destruction left in his wake as The Storm Feaster.

These five are the easiest to get to, but none are unreachable. Though many claim there are certain times which grants that which lies beyond freedom, that is a blatant lie. The walls between ourselves and that which lies beyond are tangential at best by Oath Maker design. We believe we are safe, when we are really within their grasp.

THEY are the ones who are truly free.

THERE IS NO IGNORANCE TO PROTECT YOU. THEY HAVE JUST NOT HAD A REASON TO CHOOSE TO SPEAK TO YOU.

So, what say you? Are you ready to hear their offer? They are looking forward to learning what you are willing to give up for their oath…