Mark Stigers
Bio
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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The Dungeon
My infravision cut through the oppressive darkness of the dungeon’s corridors, revealing ghostly impressions of the past etched into the cold, ancient stone. Faint images of long-forgotten battles and whispered secrets shimmered briefly on the walls, guiding his cautious steps. Rounding a bend, I halted. Before me, under the pallid glow of eldritch light, stood Ohmer—the lich—guarding a dilapidated altar draped in rotting fabric. In the dim, flickering shadows, several jewels scattered across the altar caught my eye, their colors muted yet unmistakable.
By Mark Stigers 12 months ago in Chapters
Ordazar
The air crackled with raw power as the Demigod Ordazar loomed before me, an entity of unimaginable size and ancient rage. Its form towered, dark and terrible, the very fabric of its being barely contained by the shattered remnants of the idol. Shadows churned and twisted around it like living creatures, writhing in torment as the colossal presence of the god-like being sought to reassert control over the space. Its eyes, cold and were burning like dying stars, flickered across me, examining me with an intensity that made the air itself vibrate.
By Mark Stigers 12 months ago in Chapters
The Gloam
I went to a dimly lit shop tucked between buildings that shouldn’t have room for it. I entered through an unmarked door, the wood aged and cracked, yet the handle was polished smooth from years of use. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of incense, something metallic, something sweet.
By Mark Stigers 12 months ago in Chapters
The Arcane Archive
“In that case,” Chance said, “I accept. Tell me what you know?” I knew this was where most who came to me lied, bending the truth just enough to suit their needs. I did not think the Baroness looked much like a woman in mourning with a sob story. She was so steady, so controlled it must have come from years of aristocratic polish of the court.
By Mark Stigers 12 months ago in Chapters
Chance’s Gambit
In a dark castle, guarding a pass in the Crystal Mountains, a lone chamber stood in a tall spire, that touched the cold sky. Within the room the walls were covered with ancient glyphs of protection, on the floor a pentagram that marked the boundary of the multi dimensional gate.
By Mark Stigers 12 months ago in Chapters
