Sworded Tales

We all live storied lives.  Each of us carries a unique muse that wields the limitless potential and horrifying burden of creation.  The terror of shadow and the radiance of song calls to us all.  The choice seems to be in deciding what you will do with this power, this singular glimpse of eternity that is yours and yours alone.

My own spark tends toward the darker elements of the trails we wander.  I fancy swordplay, and apocalypse, and abominations that strain the mind.  I will be true to story and character, and there will be ample grim tidings to overshadow the moments of bliss, and I will cuss aplenty.  Sworded Tales is my concourse of these elements, of the writer, of the gamer, of the explorer, and I make no apologies.  Nor should you.

I write for myself.  I do not know where the journey will lead, but you are welcome to walk beside me.  Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Background for Jillian Defarrik

The nightmares of shadow and stone refresh Jillian’s anxiety with each new dawn.  The sun’s rays may dissipate the darkened corners of her room, but the memories of her family’s imprisonment lurk ever more in the dim recesses of her mind.  She would scream into her pillow if she could, but she can’t.  Her voice would betray her to the hunters. Continue reading