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 Magic Ant Factory
Zapper knew where the factory was that was marked on the map. After a week of travel on horse back Zapper stopped at a cave and they tied the house to a tree line tether they quickly made. Then they set up camp just inside the cave’s entrance in a large open room.
By Mark Stigers 10 months ago in Chapters
Problems
The journey was slow, the wagon’s wheels groaning under the weight of the disguised gold. The iron illusion held strong, but the burden remained—every bump and rut in the road sent a jolt through the frame, making the horses strain against their harnesses.
By Mark Stigers 10 months ago in Chapters
Godhood
Chance paused in the doorway of his library taking in the sight before him. The room, once a place of quiet contemplation, now thrummed with an eerie energy. Shelves of books stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, their contents shifting through the air as if caught in the current of an invisible river. And at its center—Ordazar.
By Mark Stigers 10 months ago in Chapters
Home
Zapper leaned forward, fingers steepled, his gaze fixed on the gem-covered gauntlet. “You don’t understand, Chance,” he said, tapping the table near the gauntlet, careful not to touch it. “This isn’t just a map. It’s a key. If it leads where I think it does, we’re standing on the edge of something immense. We need to act quickly.”
By Mark Stigers 10 months ago in Chapters
The Trial of Truth
I stepped into the octagonal chamber, the obsidian shrine at its center pulsing with an unseen force. The entrance had been hidden, only revealed through the gauntlet’s piercing vision. As I approached, a presence stirred—an ancient entity, neither hostile nor welcoming.
By Mark Stigers 10 months ago in Chapters
The Gems
Ham and eggs fried in a hot pan. The smell wafts lightly through the house. Each egg rests over a fluffy pancake with melted butter and honey. A thick, pink, salty piece of meat steams on a plate of fine porcelain. All of it, washed down with a hot, aromatic mug of coffee.
By Mark Stigers 11 months ago in Chapters
The Gauntlet
I climbed up a narrow stone stairway. On the next level, my foot brushes against a loose stone. A faint click echoes through the corridor, followed by the slow grinding of ancient gears. A section of the wall shifts, revealing a narrow, dust-filled passage that seems untouched by time. Strange glyphs line the walls, pulsing faintly in response to the Soulfire Ruby’s glow.
By Mark Stigers 11 months ago in Chapters
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 11 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 11 months ago in Chapters
