Inktober 2019: Day 16 – Wild

“Liar, cheat, hustler — all these words and more are used to describe and name this creature. It has taken quite a liking to our card games, but it doesn’t understand fair play at all. It’s a wonder why anyone is still willing to deal it in, let alone bet their lives on it…”

Inktober 2019: Day 10 – Pattern

“Goin’ to Dryrock House? Best you don’t stay long — you won’t catch a lick o’ sleep with the Burning Man haunting that place. Only started showin’ up a couple days back, and then again the day after, but y’know what they say: Once is an incident, twice is a trend, thrice is a pattern…”

Inktober 2019: Day 9 – Swing

“…and that cowboy wrestled and grappled with the Serpent of Saint’s Gorge, holdin’ on for dear life to that magick knife stuck in the beast’s hide — if he lost that, his only chance of killin’ the thing would be gone. He was swung around and around until finally, it stopped. The tail started rattlin’, […]

Inktober 2019: Day 7 – Enchanted

“That gun has survived in my family for at least three whole generations. Got some magick power after that whole business with the flooding, and it’s only been fired once: to kill a Revenant. There ain’t nothin’ you or any Gunsmith could do to recreate that, so I’m keepin’ it safe, right here.”

Inktober 2019: Day 6 – Husky

“Have I seen the Giant? Are you yankin’ my chain? It’s kinda damn hard not to see the god-damn Giant of Deadman’s Mass! It’s always on the horizon, loomin’ over something or other, always wandering… like it’s searchin’ for something. I’m personally quite inclined to let it find whatever it is, and I reckon you […]

Inktober 2019: Day 4 – Freeze

“We heard the tales of Excalibur, King Arthur, and his knights o’ the round table. Those were old legends, even before I entered this world. But knowin’ that somewhere, there was the key to eternal youth lyin’ in some pond? Poor fella just couldn’t let it stand. Even worse, he forgot he had to actually […]

Inktober 2019: Day 3 – Bait

“The Great Dragon of the West. I hear some band of fools out there worship the damned thing. Only two people ever saw it. Problem is, last I heard, those folks are now dead as a ghoul’s bones. One thing’s for sure though: you see a giant shadow over the sun? You’re already dusted.”