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Seth Drake
Writer. Role player. Gamer. Alright guy.

I spend most of my time either playing games or working on them, be it personal projects (such as my home brew Dungeons and Dragons campaigns) or professionally.

I work for a game developer but choose not to name it due to the fact I REALLY don't want this to turn into a site where I have to answer questions or offer support when really others are far better suited to the task.

You can check out my blog (in the website section) for a taste of my contributions to the world of gaming, but most of the time I'm just sharing things created by others that I happen to like. A lot.

Thanks for visiting!
Foreword: I saw an image titled "Subroto naiads river nymphs" posted here on deviantart by the incredibly talented orangus and was inspired to write a little something to accompany it. It's a quick short story written in about 10 minutes in recognition of Halloween, my favorite time of year. I hope you enjoy it.


They came as they did every year with the arrival of the floods. When the waters rose I took up my family -my wife, our three sons, and our only daughter- and we closed our doors.

We knew what was needed; we’d survived every time they’d come. We set a guard each night. My eldest son took the first night, I the second, and the other boys took their turns together after that. We lit the fire, rationed the food and water we had stored in barrels awaiting these long dark days, and we turned toward happier stories of times we’d shared and of the famous heroes, great men and women of common legend.  

And yet when the first mournful cries sounded, all of that was suddenly quieted and we all stood still to listen. It began with the smaller sounds. A soft crying somewhere in the distance and every now and then a piteous pleading.

We’d only begun to allow ourselves to take in breath again; a cough, a cleared throat, a sniffle. And then there it was. A single knock on the door. The sound of fingernails being dragged slowly along the wooden walls. Their words became more frequent, their messages fully audible, even as they ceaselessly continued their miserable weeping.

"Please, have mercy. We have nowhere to go to escape these waters."

"The rain is so cold. I am freezing, please just a moment in front of your fire."

"My bones are breaking, I can feel them press against my skin. The hunger, I have never known a hunger such as this. A mouthful of only that you can spare. I ask nothing more than what you won’t miss."

"A drop of water to drive away the thirst. Would you have me weep and wail all night upon your step? Won’t you open the door and look upon me?"

But the door remained closed. True to their word, they remained all night. The next day and night brought only more of the same as I took my watch.

"I cannot swim. My father, my mother, they left me. I am lost. I have nowhere to rest and I am very weary."

"Do you not have mercy in your heart? Do you not hear me weeping?"

"My child has caught cold, she is dying in my arms. Please, just some medicine or even a bite to eat."

It continued onward and into the next day, the day behind that, and all the nights in-between. It would be my turn again soon, and so I forced myself to sleep.

When I awoke at daybreak it was to a sinister silence. No stories. No talk over rations. A thin line of the new dawn ran from the small gap in the open door all the way to cross my eyes as I lay upon my cot.

I filled the void of silence left by my loss with desperate calls. I turned over every barrel, threw open every door, I cried out their names and pleaded that they come forward, to not be scared and to just be safe.

A sound of water at the door. It had been ajar at my waking and was still so now. A soft, piteous voice caught my mind above the grief-stricken cries that heralded the wet, terrible forms that crawled through the opening, pushing the portal wide open as they slowly entered, dragging themselves ever nearer.

My eldest son. He’d been on watch that first night. He had always been a kindhearted boy. He could bear to let no thing suffer. They had come. One night and then every other. They had spoken into the ears of my loved ones who had woke, and in those first moments of having seen their cursed forms were compelled to offer over their own.

I remember the whispering beyond the door now. On that second night, during my first watch, I remember what he had said.  

"I cannot swim. My father, my mother, they left me. I am lost. I have nowhere to rest and I am very weary."

My boy. My dear, sweet, kindhearted boy. They had you even then…

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KsiazeKrzysztof Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for following my work
JhonyHebert Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the :+devwatch: ! :la:
LivingArtifact Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2015
I know it's a bit late for me to say this but thank you for favoring the Death Battle Picture Ideas of Gandalf vs Elminster Aumar, Saruman The White vs Halaster Blackcloak, Klauth vs Smaug, Thorin II Oakenshield vs Bruenor Battlehammer and Artemis Entreri vs Legolas Greenleaf, adding them to your favorites actually helps these Death Battle Ideas become more recommended for future Death Battle Episodes.

I'm not certain if you heard of Death Battle but it's a web series as seen on where they pit (in a lot of cases) fictional characters against one-another in a What-If Scenario to see who wins and who loses in a Death Battle hence the name (in rare cases a legitimate draw). The results of the fight are all determined by legitimate soul crushing research (no joke).

I will point out that all the Death Battle Picture Ideas that pit Lord of The Rings Characters against D&D Forgotten Realm Characters point out how much D&D Forgotten Realms has in common with Lord of The Rings albeit for different reasons, Gandalf & Elminster Aumar share a lot in common with one-another (exactly to why you never favored Aragorn vs Drizzt Do'Urden is beyond me but what isn't beyond me is that I have done research that proves how much Aragorn has in common with Drizzt Do'Urden, and its more then what many people realize).
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Thank you for watching
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thanks you so much for the favs and the watch :tighthug:
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I am happy you liked my art and my stuff, thanks so much for the watch! :tighthug:
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Thanks for watching! :)
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Thanks for the watch!
stephengarrett1019 Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2015  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks!! :D 
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Thanks for the watch! :happybounce: 
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