The gods of Nevre – A Collection of Short Stories

I just compiled a book! It has all The gods of Nevre short stories in it, which is a lot. I didn’t realize how much I’d written until I started compiling them.

The gods of Nevre Before and After stories have been revised, and some of them have been expanded. At the time I write this some of the stories in this book are not posted on the website yet, but those stories are also somewhat different than the ones in the book.

The book also has a short story that will not be appearing on the website. It’s called The Library and the Moon. It follows Stigr, The Pathfinder, as he discovers the library. Something also happens that shatters the moon, which produces a ring around Nevre and casts a shadow on the surface. The ring shadow will be somewhat explored in my D&D campaign Nevre: Yeodiax on my YouTube channel (link at end of post).

Here is a link to my author page. This links to the Amazon US store, but the book is available in all regions Amazon is available. At the time of writing only the Kindle edition is live.

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The Fractured Mountains – Ch. 8

The Fractured Mountains

Draveth was awoken by Krash who had a hand over his mouth to keep him silent. “I heard a noise. I’m going to check it out. You watch camp while I’m gone.”

Draveth nodded and grabbed his claymore. He motioned to Krash to find out what the noise was and began to pace around the campsite.

Krash walked in the direction he heard the sound coming from, turned back gave a slight wave, then disappeared into the tall grass.

As the grass scratched at Krash’s robe he tried to move silently but failed miserably. He was able to happen upon a section of cleared grass near the river they were traveling parallel with. The footprints on the ground were bare feet and to Krash looked vaguely like halfling feet. Just as he started to think about why halflings would be hanging out by the river without shoes there was a whoosh-thump and Krash fell, unconscious. Continue reading

The gods of Nevre: The Pathfinder – After

Stigr sat studying the histories at the end of time. It wasn’t truly the end of time, there was no true end to time, but he called it the end of time because no sentient races were left on the surface of Nevre. Something had happened fast enough that it wasn’t recorded in the great hall of histories. The histories just stopped. He was too worried about what that might mean to go back to that time and see what had happened. In all of his visits, he had never once seen any of the other gods. Not even Gormaliev.

A tome was lying open with a single sentence on the right page and nothing on the left. There was a single sentence. “The Pathfinder, meet me at sundown on the seven-thousandth anniversary of The Fount of the Gods at The Fount.” Continue reading

Help us, Jor-val Ondelios, you’re our only hope! – Pt. 1

Kasmor Shrouder, human Jedi Knight, gripped the handle of a training saber. He was about to get in a friendly duel with another Knight. Naris was a saber master. He had felled many Yuuzhan Vong with a single strike on the last mission and this had annoyed Kasmor. Up until this point, he was the saber master on his squad. This new guy wasn’t going to show him up. Continue reading

SoS Podcast Episode 7: Warlocks

Intro music: Cataclysmic Molten Core by Jingle Punks
Intro voice: Michael Connelly

This episode picks up from the recording of the last episode. We talk mostly about D&D 5e warlocks and warlock adjacent things. Then we get into spells and ranges and the episode ended up being shorter because, in retrospect, it’s not that interesting to listen to.

The gods of Nevre: The Healer/The Kindness – After

Simisola was known for her kindness and her healing, but most people thought this kindness was always nice. Kind is not always nice. Sometimes being kind requires being harsh.

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Simisola stood on the stairs leading up to the monastery. She had only visited there once before when a monk needed her healing in order to go on and do great things. Today one young monk needed kindness to go on to do great things. She walked up to the gates and stared at the guards, waiting for them to talk to her. Continue reading

Rebuilding Brangmar – Pt. 7

The ritual wore off and the four adventurers found themselves able to speak Gaelic. It was strange. They knew the language as if it was their native tongue, and yet they knew they had previously had no knowledge of the language.

“So, this is weird. I have to keep myself from falling into Nordic, but I can speak this tongue as if it were the one I learned from birth.” Throbor ducked to avoid some low-hanging debris. “Are we heading out of this ruin or exploring it?”

Aram hopped over some discarded boxes with something rotting in them. “There’s nothing more to do here. Let’s move on. I don’t want to run into more of those Teblats…oh, that’s what they’re called.” Continue reading