Ikarias Half-Dragon Book 2 Soul Tiend now available on Amazon, this ebook continues the tales from the worlds of the Half-Dragon.
https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Ikarias+Half-Dragon+Book+2+Soul+Tiend&i=stripbooks
Ikarias started under a different name about 35 years ago. Once upon a time, in a boy scout camp in New Jersey on a cold wet Saterday, mid-March I did a LARP: Live Action Role Play. My dear friend Tina, her then BF, and I dressed up. Tina was Milena, an elf, she can still pull that look off, and she's very cute :) Her BF was an half-orc, with a life-size plastic skull on his belt, his old master. I used green make-up to make scales on the left side of my face, had a crest tied to my head, had an old left glove on which I painted green scales and glued small minerals for the knuckles. I tied sheepskins together for warmth, looking appropriately wild, (and warm), and a Nerf staff. Nerf items way back when, were made of semi-hard foam into frisbees, assorted balls, staffs, and Tina had a small bow that shot Nerf arrows.
At the camp, a guide would take a group out every 45 minutes or so. Our band was us 3, a mid-level mage, a smith, and a bard. The guide read an adventure. We would search for the Sword of Dezolatt. Which sword was in the possession of a deceased Dark Elf, Dezolatt who lay in an open crypt, his body uncorrupted, his cold dead hands in a tight grip about the hilt. NPCs: Non-player characters played Grey Elves who were peaceful but a couple others in our group didn't trust them and we killed them. We next encountered living skeletons who let us pass through a cavern, then attacked us midpoint. The mage healed us and we continued on. We discovered the crypt and the moment the smith pried the sword from the Dark Elf's hand, Dezolatt came to life.
"Wither," said Dezolatt, the muscles on the bard's left leg shrunk to the bone and he fell. The orc's hammer had a life of its own and smashed him in the chest, the young mage's spells were useless. The smith froze, the Dark Elf took his sword back and hacked him in the shoulder. I was tossed out and called a half-wit lizard...RUDE much? ;) Milena screamed as Dezolatt shut the door and trapped her within. We tried to regroup and sort of stand, as fiercely wounded as we were. Dezolatt came out, his eyes blazed, his evil laughter echoed as we fled. A leather thong around his neck held two bloody, delicate elf ears--from Milena. Back at the village, we paid all we had to resurrect Milena and heal ourselves.
I wrote 17 pages to expanded the story, and rebuilt it a few years later, I changed the name, added more characters and new adventures.
So, from that epic quest, came Ikarias Half-Dragon, and a cold I had for 2 weeks.
