Current Projects Update 31/01/24

  • Derren Parsons
  • 2 min read

It’s been a while since I’ve made a project update announcement, but there certainly is a lot going on on the writing desk. Lately, it seems that I always have at least 3-4 projects on the go at once. Nothing like putting yourself under pressure! Anyway, let’s get into the meat and potatoes of my […]

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Gunter Heade

  • Derren Parsons
  • 3 min read

The door to The Restless Rooster creaked open, and a gust of cool, crisp air swept in, carrying with it the scent of pine and freshly fallen leaves. A lone traveler stepped inside, shaking off the chill and taking in the warm glow of the roaring fire and the gentle murmur of voices that filled the room.

Gunter Heade, the innkeeper, was behind the bar, his thick arms moving deftly as he poured a frothy mug of mead for a patron. He looked up as the traveler approached, his eyes lighting up with a friendly smile.

“Good evening, friend,” Gunter said, his voice rich and warm. “What can I get for you?”

The traveler, a weary-looking man with a dusty cloak and a worn pack slung over his shoulder, hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Just a warm meal and a bed for the night, if you’ve got it,” he said, his voice rough from the road.

Gunter nodded, his smile widening. “You’ve come to the right place, my friend,” he said, gesturing to a cozy corner by the fire. “Take a seat and I’ll see to it that you’re well taken care of.”

As the traveler settled in by the fire, Gunter moved about the room with a practiced ease, taking orders and carrying plates with the grace of a seasoned professional. And as the night wore on, the gentle murmur of voices gave way to laughter and song, filling the inn with a warmth and joy that was as comforting as a mother’s embrace.

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Molly Rumplespice

  • Derren Parsons
  • 3 min read

In the heart of the magical Dewforest, where colors shimmer with the brilliance of a thousand rainbows, and the air is filled with the sweet melodies of celestial birds, lives a one-of-a-kind Fae named Molly Rumplespice. This whimsical creature is renowned throughout the realm for her delectable pickleberry pies, which are loved by all who are fortunate enough to taste them.

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Current Projects Progress Update 22/05/23

  • Derren Parsons
  • 2 min read

I’m thrilled to announce that “The Second Rising” is now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble. I enjoyed every moment of writing this tale, and I sincerely hope you’ll find as much pleasure in reading it!. Exciting news! “The Magika Handbook,” a detailed guide to the enchanting magical system that drives the Chronicles of […]

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Announcement – New Book Series

  • Derren Parsons
  • 1 min read

I’m incredibly excited to announce the commencement of a brand-new series set within the magical world of Arghost, titled the ‘Origin Series.’ Each novel in this series will spotlight a singular character who has left a significant mark on the overarching narrative of Arghost. The inaugural book focuses on the enigmatic dark magika, Volthar: Exiled […]

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Sven Fallenoak

  • Derren Parsons
  • 2 min read

Sven Fallenoak, a man destined for a life amid the tavern’s lively clamor, uncovered his true vocation in the intricate art of brewing. From an early age, he was spellbound by the enigmatic alchemy of fermentation, devoting every conscious moment to the study of diverse ingredients, sophisticated techniques, and time-worn manuscripts. Despite his father’s disapproval, Sven tenaciously experimented to refine his brews, establishing apiaries in the tavern’s shadows to obtain the precious honey for his mead.

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The Pools of Intris

  • Derren Parsons
  • 2 min read

In the heart of a craggy mountain range, shrouded in ancient magic, lay the Pools of Intris. Their mystical waters, born of the Great Cataclysm, shimmered with an ethereal energy. The air, charged with a potent mix of rich earth and magic, filled the lungs of those who ventured near.

The pools were surrounded by peculiar flora that cast ghostly light and bore deadly toxins. Water Entities, guardians of the sacred waters, shimmered in the depths, awaiting any who dared trespass. Few braved the perilous journey, but those who did returned with tales of wonder, enchant

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