Welcome to the site!

Hello everyone and welcome to my new site! I’ll be posting writing updates and miscellaneous things here, as well as on my Tumblr Blog. The site’s still in progress, but I hope you’ll like it. At first, a lot of the content here will have already been on my blog but I’m going to add new stuff too as time goes on. You can also contact me through the site quite easily if you ever need to.

I hope you’ll like the site as I continue to develop it, and I’d like to thank you for taking an interest in my work.

– Haredrier

Enis- The Guardians

In the beginning, the world was filled with chaos. Amidst a sea of improbability, a small rock was formed. On this insignificant speck in space, life was formed. Some rose higher than the rest, and armed with power they cast out the chaos to another dimension. They took the space above the skies as their home, perfect and pure. They lived as gods, immortal and all-powerful.

On the earth beneath them, magic, nature and life ran rampant. Amidst the hordes of monsters and improbable, primordial creatures sentient races formed like small lights in the darkness. Out of mercy or curiosity, the gods decided to help these races survive the madness of the world. To achieve this, they formed the Guardians. These massive creatures were born to destroy monsters and threats and protect. They were sent to all corners of the world: Srakh in the desert, Buruh in the Dark Isle, Caan in the north, and Sordus in the forests. Olshog stayed at the mountain of the gods to defend the entrance into the heavens.

Caan was a fierce and goat-headed guardian, who wielded a whip of lightning and drums that could make the heavens and earth quake. He defeated countless frost giants in the Northern Wastelands and erected the mountains to keep humanity safe. He shattered the mother of all frost giants as well but was unable to completely destroy her, and she became a swirling tempest in the Tundra known as the Eternal Storm. To this day, it still manages to create frost giants, lumbering ice elementals with an urge to destroy all other life.

Sordus was a massive guardian who took the form of a massive treant. He could travel between the forests of the world, but felt an attachment to the ones in Enis. He created and trained the Great Oak in the Northern Isles and the Wood Spirit in Mim, retiring to Enis and staying in the Royal Forest. Through his touch he brought peace to the creatures of the forest and created a circle of life. By making the forests peaceful, he made it possible to hunt and collect wood to survive.  He felt no strong attachment towards the races of the world, but rather tried to hold a balance.

Ambra’s appearance was vaguely insect-like, with 8 arms, 2 legs and no face. He became deeply intertwined with the culture of Southern Mim, as well as the people who lived there. He banished the evil fire monkeys to a distant island and taught people tranquillity. There were no great calamities that he needed to avert in his lifetime, other than a plague or two. As such, he spread teachings of peace and harmony, becoming a religious figure for the inhabitants. He lived on a hill near the largest city in southern Mim, easily accessible to travelers and those who sought his guidance.

Srakh lived in the desert that covers much of Ashk. Over the centuries, he took pity on worthy mortals that traversed the desert, often giving them pieces of his fur to keep warm or some of his flesh to prevent starvation. He moves with the sand dunes and can feel every grain of sand in the desert, often found wherever one may hide from the sandstorms or at the occasional oasis. Since he is now blind, he taught himself to see using the winds and sands, as well as forging an immortal vulture to scout the desert for him. He slew the desert viper, making its bones into a mountain range to protect humans from the snakes and keep the sand at bay. Harpies took up in the mountains later, and people learned to put their faith in him as his bare skull looked over the deserts.

Drun, the buffalo-headed guardian, watched over the plains of western Enis and could summon storms, thunder and cause plants to bloom. He was very passive, only intervening with affairs when an atrocity had been committed or when someone requested his help. He was known as Ruk’s older brother and one of the wisest guardians. He was the one who taught humans and orcs the secrets of the totem and rudimentary magics.

Ruk was known as the younger brother to Drun and protector of northern Mim. His stern ways taught the people of Mim to rely on physical strength, willpower and tactics to survive. Ruk taught the humans to defend themselves, as well as strategy and survival. He had the head of a bull, and wore the skins of bears on his shoulders. His spear is a legend among the people of Mim. He was rather more harsh and hot-headed than the other guardians.

Buruh ruled over the Dark Isles to the south and had very limited interactions with humans. As such, he was quite harsh and reclusive. Local legend says he frightened away the sun condor and killed the great serpent, turning its bones into the mountains and its blood into the great river. He allowed the jungle to run lawless, with only the strongest or most resourceful surviving. He had a massive throne of stone in the jungle, and plants with healing properties grew off of it. Even centuries later, the local people took trips there from time to time to pay their regards to their protector who was long gone and to pick fruit and herbs to help their villages. Some legends even say he created a massive crater in the Dark Isles when he plucked the moon out of the ground and hurled it at the sun. It now chases the sun condor around the sky, keeping him at bay.

Olshog took human form and guarded the base of the god’s mountain for centuries. His true form was a terrifying spectacle of power and was only used in times of crisis. It had the head of a goat, with four arms and wings like a bat’s. He wielded a sword and told the surrounding people of the holy mountain, with warnings no to go up there.

After centuries passed, some of the guardians began to fade. Sordus gave up his power to spare a child, effectively becoming reborn in him and living as a shadow of his former self. Caan, having completed his tasks, faded away leaving his drums behind. They became guarded by a faction of monks in the north, until one day when a faun stole them and used them to wage a battle against the gods themselves.

Ambra finished teaching the people around him, and legends say that he ascended into the sky in a  ball of light to traverse the stars.

Orcs and Humans clashed. Drun remained neutral, not wanting to side with either of them.   Ruk detested orcs and insisted that Drun help him humans. When he refused, Ruk killed him out of anger. He went to Sordus, who met a similar fate. Absorbing their power and filled with anger, he went towards Ashk to confront Srakh. He felt like the other guardians were either coddling humans, or remained too indecisive. Srakh and Olshog encountered him at the border of Ashk and slayed him for becoming corrupted and partial. They buried his body deep underground and out sprung Raoul Aedre, birthed from the life force of Sordus and Drun. He plunged one hand into the earth and a massive tree sprung up. He plucked it out and crafted a water sack from Ruk’s hide, going off to bring life into the lands. He had the head of a moose and furrowed the land, creating rivers and bringing life to the plains and fields.

Srakh’s assistant, a harpy child he saved, desired power and knowledge too much. One day, while Srakh was occupied, he went to the spot of Ruk’s grave and absorbed some of the power from there. He grew larger and went to Ashk’s capital. Once he stole and absorbed all of the information from the records and library there, he built a massive tower in the desert and confronted Srakh. There was nothing that Srakh could do to save him, and Olshog severed his wings, blinded him and threw him into a labyrinth on the southwestern edge of the desert where he lives on.

Buruh faded next, his mission to protect complete. His massive throne still lies in the jungle with healing plants growing off it.

Srakh faded after that, having nothing more to offer humanity. The Bookkeeper’s tower stands half-destroyed in the center of the desert as a silent reminder to future generations.

A powerful wizard harnesses the last of Ruk’s power, erecting walls and creating a chasm between Enis and Ashk. He is defeated, and the last of Ruk’s power fades forever. The place is still eerie and evil, known as the Fallen Realm.

Raoul lies dormant in the delta, leaving his water sack buried in the western forests of Enis. His river stones lie in the delta, standing upright in a ring. A child he took care of stays behind, trying to bring him back. Now not much more than a legend lost to the ages, some say that when the delta is filled with pure music from the soul he will rise again to bring prosperity to the earth.

Olshog ascends into the heavens, now guarding civilization from above.

After a king of Enis tries to construct a massive weapon to invade Mim and a small group of special forces try to stop him, Raoul is awakened once more due to the heartfelt music played by one dwarf with a love for ballistics. He destroys the weapon and is reunited with the Undertaker, who had been staying dutifully trying to awaken him for centuries. He then creates a massive pine in the center of the Delta and retrieves his water sack, before climbing the mountain of the gods with the Undertaker. He lived there peacefully with Olshog, the Death Quartet and the gods to await the final battle against the forces of chaos.

New Discord Server!

Hey, I’ve been working on this for a little while and I’m glad to announce that the Discord server is officially open to the public! I call it the Grand Bazaar, and aside from art trading and such it’s a place where you can relax and chat with others. There might be future changes implemented, but I’m excited to see where this goes.

You can find it here: https://discord.gg/wzCytwN

Short story- The End

To tide people over while I work on personal matters (writing’s had to wait a tiny bit, working out stuff for moving out), I’m posting a short story/ first chapter I wrote a while back. Technically I could elaborate on it, but this is what I have at the time. I hope you guys like it!

The door to the roof was locked. Rick would smash it down with the axe, but he’d need both hands for that. Instead, he kicked it just under the doorknob, and light streamed into the dark staircase as the door swung open. Jason took his hand off of his side, just for a moment, and put on the pair of sunglasses from his jacket pocket. He grunted as him and Rick stepped out onto the roof, and the sensation of fresh air filled his nostrils. Sure, it smelled a little like ash and sulfur, but it was better than in that dreadful place. They stumbled towards the edge of the roof, and settled down on the edge, with their feet dangling off of the roof. Rick tossed the massive gilded battleaxe down next to him, and let out a chuckle as he carefully placed the plastic bag down as well. A whole lot of good that thing was, he didn’t even get to properly use it.

The afternoon light felt strained and weak, as if the sun was being pulled into the swirling whirlwind of pure terror and chaotic energy that was manifesting downtown. They stared at it in awe for a few seconds, watching all the people in a panic. People running and screaming, heavy traffic on every block, even a few looters added to the pandemonium unfolding before them. Luckily Rick had managed to get some last minute shopping done before all hell broke loose. Metaphorically and literally, by the looks of it. He hoped that none of the blood, sweat and other various fluids that currently decorated the plain plastic bag had gotten inside it as well. Now that would be a shame.

“Are you gonna be alright?” said Rick, as Jason pulled his coat back a little to inspect the crude bandages around his side.

“Bad choice of words, considering the situation, but at least this won’t kill me.” Jason pulled his satchel onto his lap, and rummaged in it for a second before pulling out the roughly carved totem that had started all of this. Rick still didn’t think it looked all that much like the monstrosity it was depicting, but he supposed the artist had to take some creative liberties. Jason tossed it off of the roof, and they both watched in silence as it fell and shattered on the pavement below. Rick leaned back, and adjusted the tie he had to repurpose as a bandana to stop the bleeding. Unfortunately, headbutting cultists was not half as fun as it looked in movies. Pity, it was his favorite tie too. At least he wouldn’t have to wash it for work tomorrow.

They sat there for several minutes in pure silence. Well, it would have been silence if not for the whirling wind, the cars honking and the sound that sounded eerily similar to a screech coming from far away and yet right behind you as well. Finally, Jason broke the silence.

“So, what now?” he said as he leaned back on his elbow, with one arm still clutching the place where his spleen used to be a few hours ago.

“What do you mean?” Rick responded.

“Well this is it, right? The Apocalypse? The end of days? Humanity’s great quelling? So is this all, just some terror tornado and poof, everyone’s dead? That feels like a bit of a cop-out.“

Rick gave a short grunt of agreement, and Jason continued. “I mean, it’d just feel wrong if it ended here. For a being of chaos, total annihilation almost feels out of character. Wouldn’t it be more fun for a higher being to see us struggle than to just end it here? I bet he’s going to keep some people alive, just to toy with them.”

Rick stared off into the distance and nodded. “I still can’t believe that those crazy bastards managed to achieve total chaos with only a sweater vest, a human spleen and a plate of Chicken Parmesan.”

“Don’t you go insulting my spleen, I grew it myself.”, said Jason. “Sometimes you don’t notice how much you love some things until they’re gone.”

Rick chuckled and reached into the bag, producing a couple cans of soda. They weren’t ice cold anymore, but at least they had stayed safe from what they had just faced. He tossed one to Jason, and then opened his and took a long sip from it. He stared at the massive eye forming in the sky above the storm as his feet dangled over the side. He didn’t know if he would see tomorrow, or if it would be a tomorrow worth seeing. In any case, he had tried his hardest, and isn’t that what really matters? Maybe not, he thought to himself as he saw a news chopper get swept up and consumed by the swirling void. Oh well, in any case there probably wouldn’t be a lot of people to reprimand him after all was said and done. He turned to Jason again. “I’ll bet you ten bucks that money will be worthless after this.”

Jason laughed. “I’ll bet you ten bucks we won’t survive this.”

“I’ll take that bet”, Rick responded.”If you win I won’t be able to pay you back, it’s a win-win situation for me.”

They sat in silence for a while longer, watching the storm continue to grow as the eye looked on from above. They both knew that there was no point in running. They were both too exhausted to deal with the tragedy that was unfolding in front of them, so their minds wandered, focusing on the little things. Rick wouldn’t have to listen to another complaint from his hair-brained boss. Jason wouldn’t have to mow Mrs. Custer’s lawn next Tuesday, and he could keep the stake launcher he’d borrowed from Eugene as long as he wanted. They were both terrified about what the future might hold for them if it held anything at all, and they both couldn’t wait to see what it would all be like.

Egg’s Fantastic Fundraising

As some of you may know, I’m leaving soon (just over a month from now) to go live and study abroad. I’m still working on Suzy of the House Miller and will sometimes write Death by Misadventure as well. The only work of mine (for now) that I’m planning on charging for is Suzy of the House Miller when I publish it. However, there are still other ways you can support me that I’m announcing, which can benefit you as well.

1. Donating for a new computer.

I go more into detail about this here, but I’m still trying to raise money for a decent computer/ laptop, since I won’t be able to bring my current one with me. There are some reward tiers to it, but anything helps.

2. Becoming a Patron

I’m launching a brand new Patreon page for myself, which you can find here.

1$ patrons will get access to polls involving my writing (possibly helping to decide and shape Death by Misadventure as it goes on), as well as personal posts if I decide to post any there.

3$ patrons will get new chapters of Death by Misadventure approximately 1 week before I publish them in other places. As extra incentive, I’ll publish a chapter of Suzy of the House Miller for that tier of patrons in the next few days. This chapter won’t be available otherwise until release or if I get a large number of donations for my new computer, as I said in the post linked above.

3. Hiring me

For a reasonable price, I’d be willing to create a short piece of writing for you personally, to share or use in places (while crediting me, naturally). Want a short chapter about some of your OCs? Would you like to see my take on a trope or setting? PM me and we can work something out.

I’m still not sure on the prices (it’d probably vary depending on the length), but I’d try to make it quite affordable so both parties can walk away satisfied. I do some art too (some of it is in the Character Spotlight posts), but I’m not sure how well that’d sell. I’d always be open to offers, though.

These are the ways you could possibly support me as I move and continue to work on content that you (hopefully) enjoy. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day/ night.

Canburg Smugglers- Journal entry

I wrote this a while back when I was bored- it’s from the world that my Camburg Smugglers story is set in. It’s written from the perspective of the main character and would be his final entry before the story begins. I hope you find it interesting!


March 4th, 236 by the new Imperial calendar.

As of the time of writing this entry, I have departed from my original station in an undisclosed location and now en route to a confidential assignment. I have been told that this as a matter of the utmost security, and as such I will not disclose any unnecessary information in this personal journal entry. However, I, Emmett Barbary, have embarked on a journey that has taken me and my military career from the shoddy outpost near the Monkey Cliffs to the heart of a bustling city that I have been told is rife with crime, despair, misconduct, and all sorts of unpleasantries. As of now, the ship I am traveling on is jostling someone and as such this may be unreadable in the future. However, I feel it is necessary to record this as a means to preserving my own history and legacy.

I have obtained passage with a small cargo ship over the desert, in an attempt to remain as inconspicuous as possible. The conditions are less than ideal, but at the very least I do not have to sneak anywhere with a false identity. As I sit in the dimly lit cargo bay with my meager belongings, I can only wonder why I was summoned to this remote location. My military career, however impressive for someone my age, shows that I am inexperienced in matters of tactics and strategy against human opponents. This must mean that their request must have something to do with the entities I cannot name here that have caused problems in the past. I have heard rumor of insurgents that plot the downfall of local authorities, but aside from them the location seems relatively peaceful according to reports I have read. Nevertheless, I must obey the commands of my superiors and as such I have made my way post-haste, as instructed.

With me as always is my full military uniform, packed away in my luggage. I felt it would be foolish of me to travel in it as I usually do, due to the confidentiality of this journey. My pistol is hidden on my person for protection, but my sword and all my military papers are stowed away out of sight. Once I complete this entry the journal will join them in hiding for the time being. I am traveling under a false name with a crew I hope is none the wiser, but of course there is no way to be certain. I am currently wearing common traveling clothes that have been purchased very recently and as such are rather uncomfortable. I was incredibly relieved when I was informed that we will arrive soon and I can shed this false identity for good. I can only hope that no misfortune befalls us in this final stretch of my journey.