Tag: fantasy
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14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned
Part Six of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald strode along a deep, slow churning stream. His eyes constantly scanned the brush and trees for the quarry he sought. The marsh was silent besides the soft squelching sound his boots made as he tread over the mud. The sun shined wanly through trees and Reginald tried…
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“T-Rex vs Samurai” by RJ Palmer
RJ Palmer is a young, digital artist hailing from San Francisco, California. His primary tool of choice is Photoshop CS3. Mr. Palmer’s work includes game concepts, character designs and landscapes.
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14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned
Part Five of The Lost Children of Guérande As Reginald expected a man was sent to the surrounding farms seeking volunteers to hunt the troll. A detailed description wasn’t forthcoming for those men gathered just outside of Guérande. A wise withholding of information, given the peasants would return to their fields if they knew the…
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Banshee’s Wail
By Jason Zapata This says I is the truth Or let the Saints forsake me. The night was distressed. And the moon peered warily Through a veil of clouds. Trudging home from the inn, I heard a chilling scream. It echoed across the fields, Filled and rattled my bones. And I felt cold. Terribly cold.
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14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned
Part Four of The Lost Children of Guérande Reginald pursued his quarry across a farmer’s field. The troll’s towering form was a dark blot in the distance. It’s long stride rapidly covered ground towards the darkness that was Brière. Reginald had wanted to intercept his foe before it reached the marsh.
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14 Years: The Chronicles of Sir Reginald the Damned
Part Three of The Lost Children of Guérande “Hello, monsieur. My name is Clemence.” Reginald whipped his head around and spotted a young girl beside him. She was a frail and filthy thing. Her blonde hair was uncombed, half of which hung to one side by a single pigtail. She gave Reginald an impish smile,…
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I, Dracula: Finale
By Jason Zapata Past the guarded port of Varna I would sail Where enemies awaited having arrived by train But their efforts to ambush me were in vain Relentless Helsing followed by mountain trail Driven by his indomitable will to prevail The brave men of the west invaded my domain Once more blood covered this…
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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.