Shadows of Brimstone – Of Rituals and Horror, Part One

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“Man, does everyone in this area have mines running underground on their property?” Roland asked while kicking around some stones at the mine’s entrance.

“Well, Brimstone and the area surrounding it was set up for mining many years back,” answered Red. “Almost everyone that lived here, and those that still do, own mining property. This place was gonna be the next big ticket for lots of people out here, honey.”

“Yeah, then they just had to find the dark stone, huh?” Roland kicked another stone and watched it tumble deeper into the mine.

“Look,” interjected Courderoy, “people are traveling out here to try and rebuild what’s left of Brimstone. These mines may have brought some crazy things since findin’ that dark stone, but it’s also brought plenty of work. So, long as we keep our noses clean and guns loaded we should be able to make enough gold to not have a worry about this place for a long time.”

“Hey, I’m not arguin’ with that notion,” replied Roland.

Courderoy then turned back in the direction of the mine’s corridor. They’d only just cleared out the shafts on Mr. Montague’s property not but a week before. The posse spent some time back in town and enjoyed a good time with their earnings, but there was still work to be done. With all the posse was doing, word was spreading that the “Mine Cleaners” were in town to help the people. Word doesn’t take long to spread in small towns, so before long the posse found themselves with more work than they could handle.

This time they’d gotten into a hotter pot of water than before. A well-to-do couple had purchased some land after hearing about Montague’s good fortunes and it just so happened that they’d stumbled on a small mine toward the rear of their stake. The difference with this land, however, was that much nastier stuff was happening in this neck of the woods. It appeared that some sort of portal was opened and darkness had been spilling out at all times of the day. No cattle could be raised on the land, for hellhounds and terrors would tear them apart, leaving nothing by the morning. After hearing word travel the couple sent out for the “Mine Cleaners” and the posse found themselves with another paying gig on their hands. Continue reading

Golem Arcana – Invincible, Part One

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The streets of Durak Holm were bustling today. If you were a visitor to Eretsu from some other great homeland you’d hardly know a war was in full-swing outside the walls. The Gudanna have made a great advance against the Durani forces, and for once the Durani have turned tail.

Though it’s possible the retreat was a plan all along, since the northern forces are blockaded in a heavily fortified state. Almost no one can enter the northern region without taking volleys from Fire Rams posted at every corner of the walls protecting Karana Naga. Even Supakva is fortified to withstand an attack from the outside.

Here in Durak Holm, though, the mindset of the people was much different. Specifically, in the city’s trade quarters it felt almost what the locals would call normal. People were buying and selling, holding conversations, and some were even smiling. This was a most unfamiliar feeling.

Nikara even begun thinking why he’d let himself travel so far south. Then he remembered the withered woman he’d run into not long ago. “A powerful magic lies on that land,” she’d told him. “Surely there must exist a Zri mage in the region, for only their magic would give off such a potent trail.”

Nikara didn’t consider himself a powerful mage by any sort, but what he did know was that his was quite a capable mind. That, and he was faithful in the rites of his ancestors. He clutched the riddled bone necklace he wore around his neck. It was an heirloom, passed down from generation to generation, where now it resided with him. It gave him protection and served as a reminder to where his respect lies.

He continued wandering the streets, tightening the wrapping on his shoulders. The sun was beating down on the city, but it was important that he remained as hidden as possible. He was Urugal, and though he meant no real harm to anyone in his surroundings the general feeling toward his kind was that of ire. Continue reading

Shadows of Brimstone – Bada Bing, Bada Boom

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“I can’t believe this thing! McCreedy, you sure are somethin’!”

Roland tumbled and brought up his arm for another shot. “FFZZZZAPCHHH,” the weapon glowed in his hand and fired of a blast of charged energy. The shot landed right on target, as it tore through the center of a skittering void spider. After the creature slumped to the ground, energy passed between it and the spiders surrounding it, sending them to the grave as well.

Roland had made short work of the creatures thanks to his new Plasma Arc, a mysterious weapon forged in the other world of the Targa Plateau. Courderoy picked it up for him while the posse was last in a frontier town settlement. While at an outpost Courderoy met a traveling merchant that had somehow picked up the artifact on his travels, and he was selling it at a great price. In the effort to help the group as a whole Courderoy dropped all of his cash on the item.

So far, the investment certainly paid off. While Roland wasn’t hitting as hard as he had before with is trusty six-shooter, he certainly was hitting more enemies more often. So far the posse had cleared out nearly ten chambers in the mine found on Mr. Montague’s property. They’d been in the mine for a better part of the night. The job was simple enough: find out how deep the mine goes and clear out any dangers within it. The posse had been through twists and turns almost nonstop since they first entered the mine, but lately it would seem they were on a singular path. Continue reading

Shadows of Brimstone – Lookin’ for Work in All the Right Places

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Courderoy McCreedy sat in his hotel room taking inventory over the items he’d collected on his most recent trip out to the mines. He still had his trusty shotgun on-hand, but his little expedition gained him four chunks of Dark Stone and a gold certificate worth $25. Honestly, it wasn’t much for what he encountered back in the mine. He felt he deserved much better than that, and he sighed looking down at the bite wounds across his legs.

He still had to write his report, but that could wait until later. He figured he’d head down to the saloon first and try to gather some more information before meeting up with the gang. After the day he’d had, he felt he could sure use a glass of whiskey – hell, he may even pick up a whole bottle.

Courderoy packed up his belongings and put them in his saddle bag and headed on downstairs toward the saloon. It was getting close to nine o’clock, judging by the moon’s light, and it wouldn’t be long until the rest of his posse would show up for discussion on what move to make next.

He crossed the street in front of the hotel as a solid black stagecoach pulled up. Walking past the carriage, Courderoy caught a glance at the passenger inside. He was a tall man, suited up in black from head to toe. He wore a long neck tie that held a large golden clip on it. The clip showed text that read, “Montague”. Courderoy caught himself wondering about the man, and quickly shook it off as he climbed up the few steps into the saloon.

Inside the building, piano and laughter filled the air. The Salty Spittoon was certainly lively this eve. There were bar maids walking about, filling up gentlemen’s cups, with a few taking a pinch on the behind as they went. As Courderoy stepped in and the wooden doors creaked closed behind him, the entire room of eyes turned to meet him. He could tell exactly what they were eying – his U.S. Marshall badge. A few of the patrons stood up and politely excused themselves from the saloon, and Courderoy stepped down onto the saloon floor to find himself a table. He scanned the area and pulled up a chair next to a table of men playing poker. He settled into his seat and the room went back to its lively state.

He leaned an ear into the poker game to see what buzz was going around the town.

“…they say that he’s headed to town tonight. Came all the way up here from the east! New York I think. Rumor has it that he’s here to buy up some land or something,” a large man dressed in a poncho said.

A smaller man, with a full beard and dressed in mining gear, added, “With all the talk about the mines up here I’m surprised it took him this long. Anyone that knows ‘im could tell ya that he don’t sit out on stuff like this for long…”

Just then Courderoy noticed someone standing next to him at his table.

“Are you gonna just sit there and daydream all evenin’, or are you gonna buy a drink?” Continue reading

Golem Arcana – Ill Winds

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The wind was blowing strangely this day. Even in the middle of The Wildwood, up near The Realm of Cinders a southern gust would blow. The elders of the Forest Born are saying that whispers are being carried on this new wind.

“Voices are carried on these winds,” they would say. “They speak of war. They warn of death and famine.”

In fact, those very whispers are why Raphsa traveled up to The Wildwood from the southern region. He managed to sway the ire of the Gudanna in the Kaccha Glades. After eying so many troops, Raphsa had to agree with what the elders were preaching.

There was no guessing that the Gudanna were marching for war. After all, they’ve been throwing themselves at the Durani just as well as their own. Raphsa had studied the Gudanna’s movements across the southern lands for some time, and what petty battles they weren’t getting into at Durani watch posts they were skirmishing amongst each other. Specifically, one woman was leading numerous groups of troops against her own, for what reason Raphsa could not fathom. Perhaps they were just hungry for war?

The earth shook behind Raphsa. His robes swayed with the wind. Again, blowing his cloth folds to the south. Stepping alongside the Knight was a monstrous golem made of branches, bramble, roots, and elemental fury. Raphsa’s Woodguard had been with him ever since he had become of age. In earlier years Raphsa would spend his days atop the Woodguard’s massive head singing the songs of the elder Forest Born. Now, a stalwart force of destruction, his Woodguard serves as a silent guardian, keeping an ever-watchful eye over Raphsa and the rest of the Zikia tribes. Continue reading

Welcome to Voices of the Void

“It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.”- Samwise Gamgee

Hello there. Stay a while, and listen. Welcome to Voices of the Void. If I had to choose two things in my life I’m a big fan of, it would be writing and gaming. Of course, with writing comes reading, so I’ll include that as well. Ever since I can remember I’ve been in love with the many worlds of fantasy, such as those dreamed up in Lord of the Rings, Dungeons & Dragons, World of Warcraft, and Pathfinder. My eyes would glow reading stories about wizards, spells, monsters, elves, dwarves, and lands far, far away.

In 2010 I started my journey in editing/journalism when I became an editor for GamerFront.net. Two years later I started my own venture, InitiativeTabletop.com, and have continued writing ever since. I’ve come to appreciate the skills of writers in the gaming community, and I hope to one day contribute to the community by working on a gaming project of my own. Continue reading