Writing
Scritch, scritch... A feathered quill fitted with a metal and glass repository—a tube snaking up to a hooked arm that keeps the clear cord out of the way. Scritch, scritch, scritch... Prismatic ink flows from a circular rift, the hole in reality held open by a titanium ring affixed with copper bolts carved with glowing symbols. The scritch of the quill never stops...
The line runs through the opening to somewhere beyond, where an IV feeds into the body of a sleeping God. With divine dreams flowing from its tip, the quill blurs as it hums with gentle vibration, tattooing pages of a thick, dusty tome.
The quill stops at last...
Robotic hands flip the page, the fresh vellum pristine. The writing begins once more, the user hunched and hidden beneath heavy woolen robes of rich crimson. Scritch, scritch, scritch... The implement begins again—never stopping, ever writing, chronicling events untold and undreamed.
The endless quill has inscribed these works:
Grim Dawn Web Series
From the shattered ruins of the prison at Devil's Crossing, through the blood-soaked fields of Homestead, beyond Darkvale Gate, over the snow-capped Asterkarn Mountains, and into the writhing black heart of the Necropolis—experience the brutal world of Grim Dawn as never before in this ongoing web s…
The Short Story Vault
Within these restored halls, you will discover strange and terrible tales—some plucked from the streaming dreams of long-dead gods, others hacked from data matrices in parallel universes, and still more distilled from the black ichor of the River Styx itself.
A Killer Hand
Deep in the bowels of his infamous Boiler Room, Freddy Krueger is preparing for a night of cards, carnage, and comedy. The guest list is a rogue's gallery of cinema’s most terrifying slashers. But when Chucky cancels with a reminder about a new player at the table, the dream demon is left fuming at having to babysit their latest addition to the game night.