About the Series

A warrior priestess returns home from self-imposed exile. She must confront unrelenting evil in a realm trembling beneath great dragon clans. The rising darkness threatens to corrupt her passion into a curse, and consume everyone she loves.

The corpses stood, draped in scraps of rag and rusted armor. Jade green fire flickered from eye sockets, nose slits and toothy maws. 

“Bow or join my servants in undeath!”

“I will free you if I may, but will not bow!” declared Tamsin.

The skeletal mob raised weapons and surged forward. The leading undead swung its sword down in a mighty cleaving stroke. 

She whirled her skirtblades to deflect the power of the blow and stepped to the side. Slashes from multiple blades glittered across the corpse, lifting green sparks from its body, driving it back. 

 Cold ghoul fire flared. A roaring wave of green and black flame engulfed the priestess. Her world caught fire.

Priestess, warrior, traitor. A choice between the captivity of an arranged marriage or death. She flees from her elder brother, pursued by the power of lethal enchantment. One hope remains. A younger brother may yet survive, if he can be convinced to rally his courage.

Unrelenting evil threatens to destroy a warrior priestess as she battles to free a realm trembling beneath great dragon clans. The black serpent reared backward. Another barrage of magic erupted from its maw and wingtips. Tamsin and Gyrfalcon reeled beneath the onslaught.

Blinding green spray burned eyes and skin. Deep heaviness submerged the pair as the last remnants of their magic protection evaporated. The light from their armor was extinguished, the blue enchantment of the morningstar dimmed to dull metal. Both humans collapsed, robbed of strength and will.

 The Siphos priest roared, “Fools. You thought your magics strong, but I can dispense with such defenses as easily as swatting an annoying bug!" On her knees, Tamsin wavered. I won’t fall without a fight. She swung her sword into empty air.

Shadowcatcher landed upon her shoulder. The little cat yowled defiance.

Tamsin prepared to die. But death at the hands of a Siphos is only the beginning of the horror.

Disgraced and exposed, the old count is imprisoned to be executed for treason. All seems well until he escapes.

The old comrades must rush to save the county before their enemies can strike. Even before reaching their goal, former friends are ambushed and their most powerful devices rendered impotent. The great gold dragon withdraws, enraged.

Establishing government in the castle and towns requires careful manoeuvring among established nobility and religious factions. Theft has emptied the county coffers. There is no way to determine who is loyal, and who harbours selfish agendas. Challenges mount from disgruntled barons. Claims emerge from powerful outside factions. The great dragon clans gather in secret. The Void approaches. Worse, the countess herself becomes suspect when she attempts to manipulate her friends. Has she been replaced by a doppelganger? The answer threatens to tear loyalties and land asunder. The count's circlet totters upon the head of the new lord. Nothing is as it seems in a land of subtle poison, deadly magic, and pervasive lies.

the light of swords

Priestess, and now countess of a troubled land. The great dragon has departed leaving the new rulers bereft of his protection. The companions ride throughout the realm to restore freedom and justice. Rebellious barons, political maneuvers, and hostile magic conspire against the new lords.

The former count strikes from the shadows to exact revenge. Deadly poison consumes a friend. Previous hard fought victories seem doomed to failure. The adventure continues as the warrior priestess, her brother, and her friends enforce their reign beneath the watch of the great dragon clans.

Two soft knocks. Pause. A third knock. Dim light reflected from the planks beneath the door. A noble’s summoning knock.Who would visit me now? Curious, but cautious, Sir

Gyrfalcon replied, “A moment,” before removing the bolt. He glanced about the corridor, peering for his caller. Movement. Are my eyes true?  “Ganis! Assassin!”

Ganis laughed, his face contorted by deep scars. He pointed a crossbow and fired. The dart bounced from Gyrfalcon’s armor as he drew his sword. “Guards to me!”  Ganis threw the empty crossbow at the knight’s face, turned, and ran.

The keep roused into a confused uproar as Gyrfalcon sprinted after his quarry.

He remembers our last duel. He won’t face me a second time. The evil count fled downwards, breathing heavily. He was barely ahead as both men  raced through a barren stone corridor. A door yawned ajar at the far end. I have him! exulted Gyrfalcon.

Ganis reeled as he wrenched himself through the opening, slamming the barrier behind

him. Not good enough. Gyrfalcon’s breath whined in this throat like a hungry hound. He felt the merest prick on his hand as he yanked the door open. His legs turned leaden. Ganis’ back wavered strangely. The floor rushed before his face. So dark . .

a piercing through darkness

The great dragon commands: “North.”

Bound to his master, the elven warrior must obey. Summoned by a missive, the great folk of the county begin a parallel, inevitable journey to the Duke’s court. There, a dragon of a different sort awaits. The callous daughter of His Grace, Duchess Fynballa Gelduras.

But first, the band of friends must survive a journey fraught with danger in a hostile land. New enemies in league with fearsome monsters bar their passage. Political intrigue and vile sorcery conspire to escalate conflicts into mighty battles. A Void creature threatens to devour the best of the travelers.

Just as victory nears, a new adversary emerges from the darkness. A foe wielding matchless power and beyond the harm of any weapon. Fail this test and perish. Together, the companions must pierce a shroud of enveloping darkness beneath the watch of the dragon clans—friend and foe.

A wall of blackness boiled at Areskel’s back. Charge the archmage. Break the spell. Grey light struck his chest. Protective armor became a leaden weight.



Antimagic. His sword slashed at the building darkness. The Void monster ignored the attack. It lifted itself clear of the portal and emerged into the mortal realm. Colder than an arctic gale, it extended grasping claws. Every hair on the elf’s chilled body sprang erect. Dark frost beaded on his armor.

The archmage shouted gleefully. “The bargain was for a life. You’ll plead for mere death!” He disappeared in a bright white flash. A noxious cloud billowed around the beleaguered elf, blocking his vision. Buffets as strong as a troll’s pounding shuddered through his bones. He reeled backward, struggling to keep conscious. Keep fighting.

An ancient dragon. A frightened elf. An unlikely partnership. A battle of epic proportions. Disaster strikes a small merchant vessel fleeing a hostile harbor when the main mast shatters and creatures from the deep clamber aboard. Three friends fight a desperate battle to repel the invaders and keep their comrades safe. 

Dragon!

“We can’t fight a dragon!” 

The crew huddled as if they wished to crawl through the worn deck planks. He moved only his eyes to look at the dragon, dreading what he might see. But the dragon wasn’t tearing greedily at the hull or snacking on sailors. Instead, its mighty head moved slowly back and forth over the ship. Someone has to do something. That someone looks to be me. That realization threatened to freeze his brain again. What do I know about dragons? Fast. Nearly invulnerable killers. They like gold and precious stones. That’s all I know to risk my life and that of everyone here. An impossible task. 

I’ve got to try.

This is a story for dragon enthusiasts and every fantasy role player. Explore the lives of dragons from their perspective in a day of battle and reckoning. Learn alongside a young elf as he inquires from an ancient source. The lore is from Valdain, but applicable in any world. 

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A battle of epic proportions. An ancient dragon. A frightened elf. A tale dragon enthusiasts hunger for. Experience the life of a dragon from their perspective in a day of combat and reckoning. 

“Oh, great wyrm,” he began again, fearing another interruption that would destroy his resolve. “How may we render you suitable honor, in the unlikely event that we might accomplish such a monumental feat?” “Honor me? I seek not honor of service. I prepare with my kin for battle.” The great eyes bored into the elf, piercing him through with power. “Every advantage is important.” The elf said, “Who would dare battle one as great as yourself?” “Other dragons, of course. You possess unusual strength for a pup. Perhaps you have the courage I seek.” “Me?” Areskel felt his voice squeak. I sound like a mouse. Maybe it’s best I sound frightened?

“You. Will you join my kin?” Will the elf accept?