Tag: OSR

  • Welcome to Desolation Isle

    The wheezing, middle-aged fat man carried a small wooden crate down the moss-covered stone quay. In the afternoon glare of the two suns reflecting off the water, refugees were debarking from a ship. The fat man set the crate down in the middle of the quay, climbed on top of it and straightened his thigh…

  • Swords of the Weeping Towers, Part 2

    Rough draft continued… “The Weeping Towers?” Kytun called his attention back to the matter at hand. Radaam stared at Kytun a moment, catching up. He’d drank even more than Finn and Lurissa. “Yes.” “One of the southern bays of the isle?” “Yes. Desolation Isle. Bloody well named piss-pot of an island.” Radaam chuckled, amused at…

  • Swords of the Weeping Towers, Part 1

    This the rough draft of a project.  Andy & I are developing Desolation Isle as a digital game. This story and others are to serve as introductions & transmedia offerings for the IP. “I usually prefer girls.” “As do I.” Lurissa leaned back against the wall, throwing one long, leather clad leg up on the…