Family stuff is keeping me from writing, but here's a taste of my Hex-Mas adventure, Unholy Land.

Family stuff is keeping me from writing, but here's a taste of my Hex-Mas adventure, Unholy Land.

The year 2 BCE. King Herod governs Judea as a client of the Romans. He is a madman who rules with fear and murder. His seers and wizards tell him that a time of great change is approaching, that a new king of the jews will be born and lead to his downfall, heralded by a blazing star. This child will be born sometime soon, as the star reaches its zenith. Herod’s secret police and assassins are combing the countryside, slaying all infant boys between birth and two-years old. 

The truth is that this child, who will be born of a virgin named Mary, will in fact be the physical avatar of the Hebrew god Yahweh incarnated on Earth. But because of this massive expenditure of divine power, Yahweh has little power to protect his avatar, and the child himself has only his mother and her fiance, a lowly carpenter, for protection. 

The spiritual power of this birth has also thinned the barrier between the earthly realm and other planes of existence. Satan and his hordes claw at the veil, attempting to tear through. The ancient, hungry dead stir in their crypts. In the sea, creatures feel themselves pulled to shore in defense of their god Dagon. Monsters of legend awake in their lairs. Giant reptiles of the past find themselves displaced from their proper time. Cults of every sort see omens and plot.

Walking between all these competing powers are those who call no particular city home, who go wherever gold and adventure can be found. And in these crazed days, there is much adventure to be found. Those who accept its call can fill their coffers and help usher in a new era of the One God, or bring back the ancient days when many gods scrabbled for worshippers amidst the sands.