Auberon could not believe he was doing this. Heart pounding, chest heaving, the young Iphuan scrambled through the labyrinthian catacombs. Once a home for Ithoro’s forgotten dead, it was now a hideout for practitioners of illegal magic. Bruises bloomed along his arms and blood stained the knees of his trousers. Auberon swore under his breath he would escape the Necroguild or die trying. The winding stone corridors were illuminated solely by the lavender glow of the enchanted

Greetings and welcome to A.A.Weir's first official blog post! I am thoroughly excited to launch this website and want to share my journey as an artist and writer. Let me introduce myself and this creative project of mine. My name is Alexis (or Alex, I'm cool with both) and I am an artist and writer from the Southern Appalachian region. I'm a 2nd degree black belt with over twelve years of martial arts experience and I'm also the proud mother of two kitties. Dungeons and Drago