The new Lord of his family's venerable estate must restore the honor of his line and destroy the horrifying abominations set loose by the mad folly of his ancestor. Gathering together a group of unlikely heroes and mercenaries they must delve deep into the dark abyss and battle creatures out of nightmare. But the darkest dungeon of all is not one made of stone or iron bars...

The Houndmaster looks for a missing man. The Leper looks for a woman. The Plague Doctor has come down with an unnameable illness. The Jester will do anything for her. These desires and the full Moon pull the heroes towards the cove.

When he wakes up in a clean bed in the sanatorium, he finds a pair of flintlocks and a rosary lying on the night stand next to him. Not that he has the slightest idea where he is, or how he got here in first place. As he tries to gather himself, a group of people wearing unfamiliar faces enter the room. They tell him this place is called the Hamlet, and that his own name is Dismas.

My experience in Darkest Dungeon, as told by the writing of the various men and women of the campaign.

The Sevens Estate. A once-mighty stead, now reduced to ashes after a terrible attack by red-eyed demons. Now, Avonnius Crestentille, a descendant of this misfortune, must journey to find a new home, meeting adventurers and monsters alike in the ambiguous quest to restore his family name. Yet, what awaits in these unfamiliar, new lands? (Teen-Mature Content)

Travelers reflect together on what would possibly drive someone to be desperate enough that they willingly crawl through the most horrid places imaginable.

"The Hamlet gathered the desperate, the humble and the devoted. . Wanderers from all sides, carried by an ill wind, bringing bad news, or a spark of e indigent and the faithful came in numbers, banding together to brave the perils of the journey. The fools who tried to reach the Estate of Malemort on their own were never seen again. Until now, apparently."

Very short story about the middle part of an expedition. I wrote this in a flurry of inspiration a few years ago and never did anything with it. Errors and poor writing abound, but I'm happy with it. It stands on its own and is considered complete.

Just a collection of drabbles set in the Darkest Dungeon backdrop. Mostly focusing on what happens before, between, or after fights but not always.

A continuation of my Darkest Dungeon Diaries, following the events of the Darkest Dungeon missions and pressing on into the Crimson Court DLC. One or more in-character diary entries per in-game week.

"Ruin has come." Marcus Dolton had checked and rechecked the letter. He was prepared. Soldiers hired, debts paid, loose ends tied. He was ready to go home... after all these years. From the looks of things its worse than ever. "Grandfather, what have you done?" It doesn't matter. It was his responsibility there was no one else. After all... he wasn't afraid of the dark.

These are the events of the game seen through the eyes of a highwayman, written in the form of a journal.

This is the story of a Hellion who made death itself afraid to take her back. One-shot. Complete.

This is basically a series of diary entries for versions of the heroes in the game which would end up becoming the monsters instead of the bosses we're familiar with.

Greedy, naive, knowing, curious-but never outright evil. They were just unfortunate enough to pick the wrong person to romanticize, to share camaraderie, to inform, and it turned them into servants of the unnamable things. But what if everything shifted just a tiny bit, saving those who would become monsters from their fate, and putting our favorite heroes into the line of fire?

Reynauld comes back from the dead. Or at least, some of him does, and Dismas tries to pick up the pieces.

The end of the world cannot be averted. Double drabble.

This work is my attempt to piece together some of the Leper's dialogue into a poem that I could see his character actually writing. In other words, some of the lines are directly copied from his barks in game, and everything else is my attempt at matching his poetic medieval style.

Reclaiming a land twisted with evil isn't a task for the lighthearted. It is a hero's task, and several contenders want to take it on. Join these hopefuls in a collection of short stories/chapters that chronicle their quest against the darkness.

New adventurers arrive at the Hamlet.

One-Shot. Dismas is looking for redemption or death, whichever comes first. Being hired by some noble to escort them down the Old Road seems like the right start.

Whilst trying to enjoy the only respite they can grasp from this horrible reality,things begin to stir when feelings that shouldn't be d certain things happen that definitely could escalate into serious punishment if discovered.But who cares? Nobody can see it,right?

Lucy doesn't buy it. There has to be some ulterior motive for Barristan choosing her for this mission. There are others just as qualified, and much more friendly. (Modded class: Shrapnel)

Journal of a Bounty Hunter trying to find his fortune in the depths of the Darkest Dungeon

A complete run of Darkest Dungeon, writing one in-character diary entry per in-game week from a rotating cast of warriors, scholars, and madmen. Who will survive? Who will lose their minds? Who will stoop to depths they never dreamed of? Will the plague doctor and highwayman ever kiss? Find out... in the Darkest Dungeon Diaries.