A mysterious visitor in the middle of the night interrupts a midnight snack...

Sybil sighed as she reached to the back of the cupboard for her sewing kit. “How long did he say it would last?” She asked again. Creed was pacing...

Sybil had been trekking almost entirely alone through the countryside of Barovia for almost half a tenday. Their group had been split up by the assault of the witches...

Creed shuffled uncomfortably, his shirt itched and restrained his chest and his trousers were too tight. The shoes were new and the leather hadn’t yet broken into his foot...

Poetry hopped happily from left to right foot and back again. “REALLY?” She squealed with delight. Creed sighed to himself… starting to regret what he had offered.  “Yes Poe,...

Creed turned the staff end over end, faster and faster, passing it back and forth from his left hand to his right and back again. He knew exactly the...

Creed’s heart caught in his throat. He was young and impulsive, and often put plans into action that his heart had made long before his brain had engaged. This...

Creed ran. Normally the wind in his hair soothed him. The burst of movement has he tapped into his inner reserves of energy brought him focus. His muscles tightened...

Lightning flashed overhead and thunder boomed nearby, shaking the stained glass windows at the top of Castle Ravenloft. Creed lay on the floor, battered and bloodied, but still in...

I stood before a stone archway.  It was impossibly ancient, with designs and pictograms showing things I could not even hope to decipher.  Tendrils of darkness and shadow cloaked...