Necro's blog: "Hyboria"

I have lived most of my life on the outskirts of Chicago, yet my dreams always take me to giant icy peaks, dense forests, and seering deserts. Whether I am clad with loinskin cloth, or full plate armor, the dreams are the same. Some insurmountable obstacle; a beast laying waste to a village, or a host of armored enemies glittering in the sun as we rush towards one another. The aspect of danger, and the very anti-thesis of what being civilized means. This refelcts in my writings; always the hero against an entity that confounds reason, which he eventually triumphs over. I absolutely believe I was born too late in history; romance in the world has all but disappeared. Now, the 4 corners of the earth are reachable with a mouseclick.