I was seventeen when my magic first emerged. I tried to deny it, until it saved my life... and ended another. From there, I knew it was real, and I tried to control it. I succeeded. Oh God did I succeed. But, when you play a necromancer in d&d and have magic in real life... you get curious. But i'm getting ahead of myself. I am Taylor Woods. This is my story.

Dark forces close in on a young, bright dimension. Pawns are chosen, and a prophecy is told. One foretelling the defeat of the dark forces by the very pawns they sought to manipulate. The question is: Will it hold true? Rated M for gratuitous disturbing imagery and language.

A mute immortal of aelion with some unique abilities volunteered for a dimension travel experiment to get away from her difficult life back home. Ending up in the marvel universe, she finds other dimension travelers, both friendly and hostile, and must decide her path in this new world. Oc submission open!

A renegade drow conjurer is given a chance at life in a realm where he can be accepted, where he can be above ground without the light burning his eyes. A land of eternal twilight. The catch? The realm is being invaded by the great old ones, infecting minds and warping bodies to suit their needs. Very few people stand in their way... and many join them willingly. Written by rolls.

A side story to The Givers Tale, set 150 years ahead. Follow Tay down a rabbit hole of artificially generated magic, warlocks, and a whole lot of blood.

one shot. i cant find the words to describe this without ruining it, but i can say it contains none of the characters from either source, just the setting from one, and the concept from another. first story, don't care if you hate. i honestly wouldn't blame you, given the material. rated T for paranoia.