Eris Virana, Mordesh Stalker, journeys down from the Gambler's Ruin in the company of an unexpected friend.

Queen Myala of the Aurin race creates a team of exiles to lead the way in creating portals that can transport their allies in an instant. A tactic that could give them an advantage over the Dominion. Recalling takes to long and could cost lives. A struggle of love, romance, and adventure. What will come of the portal division now that the Dominion knows what they are up to?

The daring doctor Dmitriy successfully synthesizes a special serum that takes this maudlin man to monstrous new heights, only to redefine what it means to be mordesh when he is dragged down into damnation.

Agent Lex, the Lethality Efficiency eXperiment, is the most skilled and deadly agent the ICI has. But even he has his limits. (Rated for canon typical content.)

As the title suggests, this fic is an attempt to place the events of the game's story into context as a seamless narrative, with a host of OC's in the player position. That said, I disclaim ownership of the setting and all characters save for said OC's. Reviews welcome. Tell me what you think. Tell me if it sucks. Tell me if I suck for even doing this.

Meet Mozarus Zax, the son of none other than Mondo Zax. He does whatever he wants without anyone, including the Dominion telling him what to do. But what if his actions cause things to happen? What if this one Chua ends up becoming a good guy? Rated T for Strong Language

The banner of the Dominion or the blood in your veins, Red is the only color that calls us to duty.

My name? It wasn't always the one I use. What's in a name? Everything. It is what I am. It is where I'm going.

Agent Formaldehyde returns late one night from work to attend to his little daughter.

This quick thing is sort of my contribution to The Nexus Virus RP Event hosted by tumblr's nexusrphub. It also ties in to the Exiles War Memorial event that happened not long ago, so I hope it's okay that I try to tie the two happenings together. This piece stars Agent Formaldehyde and Dr. Dmitriev Konstantinov.

Chua esper Jafa Jiff gets into a... situation.

Yasty Silverbush won't stop asking Agent Formaldehyde stupid questions in the middle of a very important special mission.

Written for a tumblr writing prompt. Over half a century of cold calculated killing begins to weigh heavily on the mind of mordesh Agent Formaldehyde and he feels he is beginning to succumb, like the unwinding of a tightly coiled spring. Rated T for heavy gore and violence.

Written for a tumblr writing prompt. Another quick drabble about mordesh Nikolai Kapuchov's ambitions, back on Grismara when everyone was still alive.

Written for a tumblr writing prompt. A quick drabble about Agent Formaldehyde's greatest fear.

Dominus the Half-Blood, greatest gift of the Eldan.

A string of loosely related tales chronicling the adventures of sassy spellslinger Alexa and eccentric aurin Elanirin. A new home and a new life awaits-but so do huge messy gobs of trouble.

Akane lived on the Planet Arboria up until the Dominion found out about her race supplying the Exiles, chased from her home planet and losing her parents she is taken care of by First lieutenant Sam Boldwell, finally reaching Nexus with the rest of the Exiles, something goes wrong and nearly crushes what little is left of her will. Will she exact her revenge upon the dominion?

Dr. Victor Lazarin battles internal demons after the events of Blighthaven and the rest of the Aurelian research expedition worry for him. [Contains some spoilers]

Yasty Silverbush takes care of her mordesh beloved in the middle of the night, and there is much to talk about.

A short story about a young aurin and a gloomy mordesh both awkwardly dealing with the pitfalls of their relationship one evening after a long day of grinding mobs.

Life is good for Moana Ainov. A firm Dominion er, she leads a rather comfortable life as a musician, fluent in several instruments and singing, a Cassian lover, everything's turning up roses. At least, before the Fall. But sometimes the happiest are not the most well-adjusted. (A brief narrative of my PC)

First fanfic so don't be harsh. In this story, Will, his girlfriend Emila, and his brother Jack have been sucked through a "Portal" to the Exile Arkship, and one thing leads to another and they are kickin' Dominion rear. I'm gonna stop before I spoil the story. Reviews are welcome, and I'm open to constructive criticism.

The Exiles have been driven from their homes by the Dominion, forced into a desperate life of running, hiding, and skirmishing—but does this persecution suggest that their cause is just or righteous? One Dominion officer suspects that it means nothing of the sort; he knows the depths to which the Exiles are willing to sink, should their former oppressors wind up in their clutches.

Oneshot: Any citizen of the Dominion should be proud to do their duty, including being shipped out to Nexus to defend it from the touch of the Exiles. And if the price of duty is a subscription fee, well, so be it.