Recent content by Hagan Mott

The walls melted in front of Hagan like some sort of nightmare fever dream, stone to puddles, solid to liquid, and he stumbled backwards, falling over his feet and hitting the ground with a clang. It took him a moment to realize his breastplate was dissolving; Mott frantically threw the burning...

A shower of blood splattered the sun soaked entrance to the courtyard and across the rounded wooden door, followed by what was left of Abernathy. Then the vinegar smell hit the two surviving warriors, a smell indicating that something was terribly wrong. It didn’t take Sir Hagan long to figure...

A ray of sunshine beamed through the decaying castle wall and bathed Hagan Mott in its warmth. He closed his eyes, trying to remember. In his dream, the green light was warm…but not like this. It was more of a fiery warmth, a brimstone fire, an emerald rage not unlike his own uncontrollable...

Evil begets evil. Even time can't prevent that. Like a siren on a rock in a stormy sea, the sword called out for its next unwitting victim. And the universe finally answered its black pleas in the worst kind of way. “He’s over here!” came the distant cry of a soldier in pursuit. The heavy...