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    • by Mark Rivett Made with Inkarnate.com The coastal town of Bosco is east of Absalom and southeast of the Tyrant’s Grasp. Sitting at the edge of the Cairnlands, this clutch of a few dozen wooden buildings nestles against the rocky shore. Beyond the town proper, numerous farmsteads stand against the backdrop of the Cairnlands. The Tyrant’s Grasp is obscured by gentle hills that rise out of the shore. Few outsiders, benevolent or malicious, give the quiet hamlet much concern, save for one feature. The Bosco…
    • by Mark Rivett When faith collides with conviction, beauty itself becomes the battlefield.
    • by Mark Rivett At the three-hundred-fortieth annual meeting of the Criers’ Guild of Ustalav, Guildmaster Zotov Ivanovich is barely holding himself together—partly from nerves, partly from the looming presence of Ellis, an incorporeal wraith assigned by the newly risen tyrant Tar-Baphon to “advise” the guild’s messaging. As Zotov faces a hall full of bewildered criers furious over his increasingly absurd, undead-approved propaganda edits, he must juggle terrified…
      Fantasy • Humor • Pathfinder
    • by Mark Rivett If Philippe hadn’t already known that the Grand Codex Library was tended by devotees of Shelyn, it would have been apparent the moment he set eyes upon it. Set atop a rise overlooking the Lake of Mists and Veils, and nestled within the Estrovian Forest, the single-story stone building was ensconced within an elaborate garden of topiaries and statues. The stone exterior was adorned with a vividly colorful mural depicting angelic figures engaged in song and merriment. It was truly a beauty to behold,…
    • by Mark Rivett Scattered throughout the dining hall, dozens of feathered caps gathered into cliques. Though humans dominated in number, there was no shortage of elves, dwarves, halflings, and other patrons. The din of conversation was underscored by an acoustic band upon the stage at the head of the room. Two tables, stretching the length of the chamber, were adorned with golden candelabras that cast flickering orange light. Zotov Ivanovich, head of the Criers’ Guild, peered out over the assembly from behind a tall…
      Fantasy • Humor • Pathfinder
    • by Mark Rivett Armed with the knowledge that the library had been trapped, Philippe cautiously made his way inside. As he moved, he could hear a voice reciting some unknown magical incantation. However, the moment he stepped into the archway leading to the central part of the structure, the chanting stopped. Philippe assessed the scene before him, cognizant that glyphs of warding were ready to erupt in a conflagration at the slightest misstep. Upon the sculpted relief walls were sconces glowing with magical…
    • by Mark Rivett When swaggering hero Isenbard strides into the royal court expecting a glorious reward he’s certain the prophecy naming him the Chosen One will seal the deal. But when his long-time nemesis, Lord Drazroth, crashes the ceremony with an inconvenient revelation about the second verse of that prophecy, everything Isenbard believes about destiny, heroism, and quests begins to unravel. As the throne room descends into…
      Fantasy • Humor
    • by Mark Rivett “Hierophant Alexis Sharp,” Philippe stood from his desk to greet the friend he had not seen in over a decade. The priestess who had fought beside him in his youth had grown older. Her once-blonde hair was streaked with white, and her intense blue eyes were lined with age. In the image Philippe held in his memory, Alexis wore heavy chain armor and brandished a glowing magical glaive. Today, however, she wore a simple turquoise blouse, a blue frock, and a knapsack over one shoulder. “It has been too…
    • by Mark Rivett Isenbard’s chest swelled with pride as he waltzed into the throne room. The vaulted spires above were adorned with majestic statues of legendary heroes. The men - all men - were of such monumental status as to be made into actual monuments. The figures gazed down upon the gathering with stony expressions both literal and figurative. Noble guests from every corner of the kingdom – elves, humans, dwarves, centaurs, and various other creatures too numerous to enumerate gathered in anticipation. A din of…
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    • by Mark Rivett In Redemption in Blackstone Hollows, Champion Renaud Landry of Sarenrae willingly enters the goblin stronghold of Blackstone Hollows, offering himself as a captive to prevent a looming war. Dragged before the decrepit God-King Reazz, Renaud reveals a devastating truth—goblins who die are no longer reaching their sacred afterlife, Basalfeyst, a crisis caused not by divine wrath but by the heresy and corruption of their…
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