The Night Crossing

A Winter's Adventure

 Something haunts the river folk…

It steals into homes and snatches the unwary, the weak, and the gentile. For those whom the horror does not abduct, death comes swiftly. Those slain by the monster are found strangely maimed, with bloody gums, devoid of teeth.

An apparition? Some fiend of the old world? A black hearted fey? Few can tell for few have seen it, and those who have speak only of its pock-marked skin and crown of teeth.

The river people hide now. They seal their doors with wax every night, stamped with magical runes, in hope of keeping the haunt at bay. The long winter is made longer still, and more evil given over to the Winter’s Bite.

This is adventure is designed for 3-5, 3rd level characters.

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Cover for Engineering Ships

 The final sketch. 

Hope Movie Trailer ... Holy Carolina

I'll say it again, holy Carolina!

It was an interesting journey Kathy and I took out west. We landed in Vegas and wandered north out of town with the purpose of circling the Nuclear test sites and Air Force Bombing Range. It would allow me to get an idea of the terrain around which so much of my current reading involves. The country was amazing. Open. Empty. Desert. Just a wonder to travel through. 

The roads seem to go on forever. I've driven on long highways in New Mexico and Texas but there was something mystifying about those in central Nevada. A length that defied the mind's eye. Car lights at night lingered on the horizon forever until a sudden movement made you realize what it was. A single point of light, I'm guessing Venus or one of the stars, shone so brightly over Area 51 that I was taken aback.

An absolutely amazing journey. We traveled 1,400 miles in three days, by car. Wonderful time. I'll try to write up the adventures in coming days. 

Filtered by the Shroud of Darkness

From the Deeps

 

UFO or Drone Swarm

 In picking through the latest UFO releases from the U.S. Department of War I find this one to be the most interesting. Very swift, in something of a formation. I love how the camera re-orients on them, as if the operator has just discovered it and is orienting his attention on the six flying objects.

Exultant Power

She rose above the buck, awash in the power, his gift. Exultation filled her and unleashed desires of madness held in check these many years.

The Old Woman

She dwelt in a stone house that lay at the end of a path just beyond the village confines. She was old, as old as anyone could remember. Some feared here, naming her beldam; others called her only the old soothsayer; but most took no heed and if asked simply referred to her as that old woman in the stone house.

But it was known, by those whose business it is to know, that the old woman in the stone was something altogether more.

Death by Green