Sometimes, words aren't enough to give someone comfort Short Reymas fluff piece

Dismas stumbles in on Reynauld during bath time and gets to know more about Reynauld then both of them wanted.

Based on the Binding Blade DLC, exploring Reynauld's captivity by The Warlord. It's... Not great.

The Sevens Estate. A once-mighty stead, now reduced to ashes after a terrible attack by red-eyed demons. Now, Avonnius Crestentille, a descendant of this misfortune, must journey to find a new home, meeting adventurers and monsters alike in the ambiguous quest to restore his family name. Yet, what awaits in these unfamiliar, new lands? (Teen-Mature Content)

A piece I wrote for Darkest Dungeon 2023 fanzine, showing that guilt and surviving is more complicated than dying sometimes.

A piece written for the Darkest Dungeon 2 fanzine, showing how the bonds between fellow adventurers can show in the most unexpected ways.

A short story inspired by one of my many failed Darkest Dungeon runs.

Dismas and Alhazred are sent to kill another testament of the Ancestor's crimes. The Ancestor's sins seem to have no end to them. One head gets cut off only for another to replace it. Answers to the eldritch truth only go so far.

When he wakes up in a clean bed in the sanatorium, he finds a pair of flintlocks and a rosary lying on the night stand next to him. Not that he has the slightest idea where he is, or how he got here in first place. As he tries to gather himself, a group of people wearing unfamiliar faces enter the room. They tell him this place is called the Hamlet, and that his own name is Dismas.

One of many scenes I envisioned happening between my various party during my play through. Originally written for the 750words monthly challenge.

"You are not alone, you know." / "The Flame burns within me." / "That is not what I meant."

The Darkest Dungeon Highwayman Comic written and expanded upon.

The new Lord of his family's venerable estate must restore the honor of his line and destroy the horrifying abominations set loose by the mad folly of his ancestor. Gathering together a group of unlikely heroes and mercenaries they must delve deep into the dark abyss and battle creatures out of nightmare. But the darkest dungeon of all is not one made of stone or iron bars...

The Houndmaster looks for a missing man. The Leper looks for a woman. The Plague Doctor has come down with an unnameable illness. The Jester will do anything for her. These desires and the full Moon pull the heroes towards the cove.

My experience in Darkest Dungeon, as told by the writing of the various men and women of the campaign.

"The Hamlet gathered the desperate, the humble and the devoted. . Wanderers from all sides, carried by an ill wind, bringing bad news, or a spark of e indigent and the faithful came in numbers, banding together to brave the perils of the journey. The fools who tried to reach the Estate of Malemort on their own were never seen again. Until now, apparently."

Very short story about the middle part of an expedition. I wrote this in a flurry of inspiration a few years ago and never did anything with it. Errors and poor writing abound, but I'm happy with it. It stands on its own and is considered complete.

Just a collection of drabbles set in the Darkest Dungeon backdrop. Mostly focusing on what happens before, between, or after fights but not always.

A continuation of my Darkest Dungeon Diaries, following the events of the Darkest Dungeon missions and pressing on into the Crimson Court DLC. One or more in-character diary entries per in-game week.

"Ruin has come." Marcus Dolton had checked and rechecked the letter. He was prepared. Soldiers hired, debts paid, loose ends tied. He was ready to go home... after all these years. From the looks of things its worse than ever. "Grandfather, what have you done?" It doesn't matter. It was his responsibility there was no one else. After all... he wasn't afraid of the dark.

These are the events of the game seen through the eyes of a highwayman, written in the form of a journal.

This is the story of a Hellion who made death itself afraid to take her back. One-shot. Complete.

This is basically a series of diary entries for versions of the heroes in the game which would end up becoming the monsters instead of the bosses we're familiar with.

Greedy, naive, knowing, curious-but never outright evil. They were just unfortunate enough to pick the wrong person to romanticize, to share camaraderie, to inform, and it turned them into servants of the unnamable things. But what if everything shifted just a tiny bit, saving those who would become monsters from their fate, and putting our favorite heroes into the line of fire?

Reynauld comes back from the dead. Or at least, some of him does, and Dismas tries to pick up the pieces.