W.S. Klass
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I have a passion for writing. As a published author for nearly two decades, it pleases me to have a platform such as Vocal to share my works for free.
"I never apologize for who I am!"-W.S. Klass.
Stories (65)
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RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The final chute dropped the battered party into a grim place. The ground was littered with gnawed bones, yellowed and cracked. Some bore the size and shape of humanoid ribs. Others were unmistakably elven, dwarven, or worse—beastfolk.
By W.S. Klass6 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The rising light of a new day cast long shadows across the sand-covered terrace where the survivors nursed wounds and whispered prayers. Potions were passed, their bitter taste bringing vitality to broken bodies. Weapons were wiped clean and redistributed. Armor pieces swapped shoulders. Some eyes were hollow with grief. Others burned with determination.
By W.S. Klass6 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
Twenty-three embers now smoldered where once a blazing army burned. The dead were buried. The tears had dried—or were hidden behind hardened expressions and grim silence. The ruins of White Plume Mountain had become their crucible, and still, it was not yet done with them.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
Thirty-one remained. That number had become a chant in Raven’s mind as he sat perched atop the Citadel, black eyes watching from a perch between this world and others. Thirty-one sparks of defiance. Thirty-one torches resisting the darkness of White Plume Mountain. And now, as the heat rose and steam hissed, even that fragile number was about to diminish.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The dead were buried with reverence. Each name spoken, each stone placed, another reminder of what had been sacrificed in the mountain’s cruel halls. The wounded lay bandaged, the exhausted finally allowed to sleep. Raven, from his perch in the Citadel of Twilight Winds, looked down upon the survivors. Only 31 remained of the original 69 champions he had summoned. His breath stirred the clouds, his wings curled around the looming spires.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The weight of the warhammer Whelm was significant, both in mass and aura. Theron Blackroot turned the ancient weapon over in his hands, his brow furrowed as he felt the faint hum of divine energy inside. It pulsed with power, like a heartbeat waiting to strike.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
