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.

She is the proud Heiress to a disgraced family name and some ratspit hamlet in the last forgotten corner of the world. They are the fools who pick up a burden that is not theirs to bear, for the promise of gold and a chance at redemption. (And Dismas thought the worst that could happen was for the local tavern to be out of quality booze. )

Otherworldly corruptions taint this place. Monsters, horrors, and blood soaked superstitions. In this land of darkness and death, perhaps carnal attraction and social biases can give way to something more. Perhaps redemption?

Reynauld becomes fascinated with the mysterious vestal, Junia, who seems to be avoiding him. After battling the evil forces of the ruins, Junia confesses her love for the Crusader, but can romance truly blossom in the nightmarish realm of the darkest dungeon and can the two lovers keep their forbidden relationship a secret?

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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."

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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.

The Landsknecht, a veteran of uncountable wars, answers the call for heroes from a nearby hamlet that has been plagued by bandits and other monstrosities. However, before he leaves for the estate there is a dire task that must be completed...

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?

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