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

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.

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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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.

Part 2 of Ebony's venture into the Darkest Dungeon world. This time, the focus will be on her interactions with the characters and more of a one off adventures. These will include modded characters and graphic and mature writing.

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.

A college student filled with arcane knowledge, a thug with a heart of gold, a stoic crusader of the holy Light. Together they plunge themselves into the abyss time after time, sacrificing both mind and body for the Hamlet's well-being. However, they are simply a mass of flesh called human, and flesh requires rest. Unfortunately for them, there are no rest for the wicked.

New adventurers arrive at the Hamlet.

This is the diaries left behind by the late Roman Indigo Carmine. This is his story of adventure, discovery and peril.