Ashton Howard

Evening fell on the young half-elf’s first day of residence at Branderscar Prison. At least that is what the guards mentioned as they...

The wooden floor was cold, rough and altogether uninviting as the prison carriage shook and jostled the young woman about in her iron...

So, I'm going to be working on a personal project whereby I will be creating a novelization of the events of my D&D/Pathfinder group...