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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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
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
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
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
Rajendra knew that there were temples built to him, but he didn’t understand why. He was the worst excuse for a god in all of Nevre, but he was still worshiped as one. Some of his worshipers thought that maybe he would dispel their fears while others used his powers to cause fear in others. Very few realized that fear was his secondary domain even though his title was The Coward.
The Coward’s main domain was cowardice, the opposite of bravery. For this reason, he had a shaky relationship with The Warrior, but Kemp still recognized him as the rightful king so he tried to help. Not that it did any good. Whatever power was released when the stone exploded heightened personality traits. This was Rajendra’s curse. He would always be a coward, no matter what. Continue reading
Mrto felt the explosion deep in his core. The screams of the dying and the sudden silence fueled his dark powers. He absorbed as much of the suffering as he could from where he was and used some of it to finish breaking the bars in his cell. The tremor following the explosion had bent them, but not enough for him to escape. He ran to where the guards had taken his belongings and took them. He also took some of the other items. The other prisoners were dead and would no longer be needing them, anyway. Continue reading