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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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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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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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. Read the rest of this page »
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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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. Read the rest of this page »
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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Part Five of The Necromancer of Bern
Night fell over Bern and Sir Reginald moved quickly through the city. Sentries patrolled the streets. Restless men with large halberds scoured the area for any potential enemies. The people of Bern knew evil dwelt within their city. Something Reginald would be considered if light from their lanterns revealed his presence.
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