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.
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RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The air was heavy with silence as the survivors of the splintered expedition emerged from the mountain. Every step they took back to camp was a quiet tribute to the fallen—Sir Cedric Lightbringer, Zel Dorne, Fox-Eyes, Jorek, Evelyn… and the others. Some were carried. Others were only bags of belongings and broken gear, cradled in solemn arms.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The room fell silent again, save for the slow dripping of water and the fading whisper of the shadows retreating into the stone. The last spells flickered out around the exhausted united bands. Breaths were short, magic reserves gone.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The rusted spiral staircase groaned beneath the weight of the united group as they descended, torchlight flickering across the slick, fungus-lined walls of the flooded corridors below. The air was thick with moisture and the scent of rot. Sir Cedric Lightbringer led the way, his armor wet to the knees, Zel Dorne close at his side, silent and observant.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The campfire flickered low, casting long shadows across the worn faces of survivors and the wary eyes of the yet-untested. Tension hung in the air like morning mist before a storm. All had seen the devastation of pride. Few had seen a way forward—until now.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The stench of the slain ghast still lingered as the battered remnants of Group Seven climbed the short staircase, stepping out of bloodied water and into dry air once more. Before them stretched a long, torch-lit chamber—twenty feet wide, the far end swallowed by shadows. A door loomed at the northern wall beyond.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
Group Three had seen death before—but not like this. The corridor led them up a dry flight of stairs, the first they'd encountered since entering White Plume Mountain. Their boots, soaked and reeking of swamp water, left no wet prints here. For a moment, they hoped this meant relief.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
RAVEN'S GAMBIT. Content Warning.
The quiet among the outer camps of White Plume Mountain was tense, fragile—a silence made heavy by the whispered wind and flickering torchlight. Group One sat closer to the edge of the central fire, their wounds not only physical but laced deep with shame.
By W.S. Klass7 months ago in Chapters
