Litanies of War

So I lie in this attic room, and try to sleep. Most nights sleep brings memories of pain and loss, of war and death, of things I have never ...

So in the manner of the Wintermark Scops let me set the scene for you. Above Anvil squats a storm, unlike the storm that brought the Stein...

The Machine stopped and raised its head. Far away ahead of it the glinting of light that the Machine had seen, the glinting which had giv...

Rain Falling on the Black City. The Rain is falling again, drizzling down from clouds infused with the smoke of a million Corpse-oil l...

This is actually quite an old piece of writing, but I finally feel brave enough to post the thing. I am proud of this piece even if it is a...

Anatomy of a Roleplaying Group. I've spent an inordinate amounts of time with Roleplaying Groups in the capacity of GM over the years...

Harold Godwinson was beset on all sides by enemies once he took the crown that had previously been Edward the Confessors. In Normandy Will...