I believe, we all have a story to tell..
Where did I put those…
Atayo sits beside the water, dreaming of a boat, mulling the workings of his life and the way things seem to slip right by.
Tank(He hates that name) is waiting for Clander’s Fifth Dementia to come on, it’s a world-wide televised phenom, but things never really go the way it’s expected.
The world has since found itself desolate, Harold, a water-finder walks in the deserted lands of Connecticut, but finds something that changes his life.
For love, for life, the strongest fall and rise, into the wilds of Rangforne we go.
Teru is practicing a forgotten tradition, she sits overlooking her village.
Fletch a forest tender of the White Glade walks beneath the sacred trees, looking for essences, the only place in the world they grow, and he’s not the only one.
The first appearance of Scram, he has just arrived at their old home, and there is danger afoot.
A tale in the saga of Tigs, follow Roe, a guard of Crescent Bay as a harrowing story begins.
Grimwood is chasing down Tremmel, the man that killed his brother, the journey takes him to cursed ground.
A small tale of Grimwood, he visits famed Silver Swordsmith Ezrano.
A Grimwood story, he is seeking the meaning of his tattoo. It leads him far into the Dusted Lands.
Tigs, Hands of Lightning heads to The City of Storms.
The first story of Tigs, and the supposed day he earns his nickname.
Grimwood is climbing one of the highest peaks of the Rangforne Mountains.
These tales paint the world of Rangforne. I am indebted to you my audience, my reader, I write for you, my readers. For purpose, life. Thank you. Follow along, I’ve a story or two.
We are the universe, universing