Greatest PS4 Games of All Time

Greatest PS4 Games of All Time

As we patiently await the PS5 showcase that will now arrive later this month and the release of The Last of Us: Part II (June 18th), I’ve found myself in a weird gray area and can’t decide what to play next. As I perused my library I couldn’t help but notice so many of the classic games that drew me into PlayStation in the first place. Do I spend my next two weeks sneaking my through Massachusetts with Joel and Ellie? Should I roam the ancient earth with Kratos and Atreus? Maybe I prepare myself for the next zombie apocalypse with Hideo Kojima’s unique post-apocalyptic Death Stranding? No matter what I choose, I think it’s safe to say that the following games will forever go down as some of the greatest PS4 games of all time.

God of War

Starting with one of the most visually pleasing games I have ever played, the PlayStation Original God of War is a must-play for anyone who owns a PS4. If you’re familiar with my site or my book you already know how much I love everything that relates to Norse mythology. So when I first got my hands on a PS4 and God of War, I was in Valhalla. Within minutes, I knew this would be one of my favorite games of all time. You’re immediately immersed into one of the most beautiful, open world forests and begin to explore the world around Kratos. As you progress, the graphics only get better. The story is the perfect balance between the real mythology of the Nordic people and the fantasy of what could have been. On top of that, the fighting system is flawless. Kratos and Atreus are the perfect duo and have loads of awesome attacks that are not only effective, but also stunning graphically. I probably logged close to 200 hours into this game before I finally finished every quest, explored every inch of map, and claimed every PS trophy. I’m not saying all of you need to go to the lengths I did, but you should give God of war a try at the very least if you haven’t already!

The Last of Us

As one of the most well renowned survival horror games to have ever been created, The Last of Us will take you on a roller coaster ride through your emotions as you traverse the northeastern United States. During this post apocalyptic thriller, you will play as Joel or Ellie as they attempt to make their way somewhere safe during these trying times. This is an older game, so the graphics were not as on par as some newer games (God of War, Spider-Man, Etc.), but they still hold up to this day. However, if you were lucky enough to play the remastered version (as I was) than the prior statement is completely irrelevant. The undead creatures themselves are nothing short of dreadfully terrifying and will easily cause a few jump scares as you play through the campaign. The story itself is also perfection. The highs and lows have you digging deep into your own emotions, often times wondering if the things you are doing within the game are morally acceptable. Naughty Dog did an excellent job with The Last of Us, and I can’t wait to see what is in store for TLOU:II later this month.

Marvel’s Spider-Man

Marvel’s Spider-Man is one of the more recent (Sep. 2018) PS4 exclusives to hit the shelves, but its massive open city concept will surely have it go down as an all-time classic. As you swing through New York as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, you find Peter Parker amidst one of the worst pandemics his universe has ever witnessed. The story and missions jump around quite a bit, but all-in-all, they were put together in a solid fashion that allowed for a quick, fun, and thrilling campaign. Spider-Man is also another game that has incredibly fluid fighting. There are hundreds of moves that Spidey can learn as he progresses through the story and each one is unique in some way. Not to mention, you have the ability to change Spider-Man’s suit throughout the game, and there are so many incredible options! The open-world aspect also allows you to do a ridiculous amount of exploring. Whether fighting crime, searching for backpacks that Spider-Man lost across town, or helping Harry Osborn improve the environment, this game will easily provide 30-45 hours of very enjoyable content.

The Witcher 3

You may be living under a rock if you haven’t heard of CD Projekt Red’s The Witcher 3 yet. This game is not a PS exclusive as the first three games have been, but as someone who has played on both Xbox and PlayStation, it might as well have been. The Witcher franchise as a whole is probably second only to the Elder Scrolls franchise when it comes to open world console gaming. The third installment of CD Projekt Red’s hit game dropped in mid 2015 and had a massive resurgence early this year after Netflix dropped their original Witcher series. If I put 200 hours into God of War, I can’t even fathom the hours I put into the Witcher. With hundreds (potentially thousands) of quests ranging across the main story and both DLC’s, this game will have you traversing the exquisitely crafted map over and over again. And, I bet you will find new places of interest, Gwent challengers, and unique monsters each time you do. The Witcher 3 is another game that has a perfect combat system, which actually becomes much more rewarding depending on the level of difficulty you decide to play through. CD Projekt Red, of course, created mesmerizing storylines and graphics as well, and you’ll be sure to stop and take a pic of one of the many sunsets that Geralt will see throughout his journeys.

Death Stranding

Hideo Kojima’s Death Stranding was one of the strangest games I have ever played, yet I loved every second of it. As the most recently released game in my list, the graphics here were obviously on an entirely different level. Every single detail in this game was perfectly crafted by the developers at Kojima Productions and I probably spent more time roaming the map than I did playing the game itself. Vast mountain ranges covered in snow seamlessly transition into rolling hills full of enemies, and the fact that as you progress you get to build roads, zip lines, and other means of transportation had me constantly looking for the most efficient way to travel the map.

The story itself was out of this world (literally) as you take Norman Reedus’s character, Sam, across a post apocalyptic United States. Where one would typically expect to see zombies or undead creatures in an apocalypse based game, Kojima created an entirely unique monster to spice things up. The BT’s, or Beached Things, are terrifying and add a new flare to the thriller/horror genre that I didn’t even know I needed. It was also quite refreshing to take a step away from the typical hack and slash or First-Person Shooter to play as a man who survived best by allowing others to live. You, of course, can kill people in this game still, but there are dire consequences if you do. Death Stranding was a masterfully crafted game that won countless awards at the end of 2019, and it is a 10 out of 10 must play for anyone who enjoys open world gaming.


The funny thing is though, this list doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of all the incredible games PlayStation has put out over the last few years. Horizon Zero Dawn, GTA, and Bloodborne are also incredible games that nearly made my top list, and there are countless others too. I think its safe to say that PlayStation will be providing us gamers will killer games for many years to come, and I’m happy that I get to tag along for the ride.

CD Projekt Red and the Future of Witcher 4

CD Projekt Red Announces Witcher 4 May Be Their Next Release

It’s officially official, CDPR has all but confirmed that a Witcher 4 is most likely the next game the company will develop after Cyberpunk 2077 is released in late 2020. The Polish Video Game developer has made it very clear that Witcher 4 will actually not be a fourth installment to the already immensely successful Witcher trilogy, but that it will remain within the Witcher Universe that Andrzej Sapkowski created. That could mean a number of things though, and its safe to assume that we are at least a few years out from seeing any specifics released on this matter. Whatever direction they do choose though will surely end with millions of Witcher fans having their hands on yet another spectacular fantasy RPG.

Anticipated Release Date

With four years between each Witcher Release so far, I think it’s very safe to assume that we are at a minimum of four years out from the next installment of the Witcher franchise. I do think there are some other things that will more than likely push the game even further out for all of us, the first of which is the success of Cyberpunk 2077. CDPR has stated multiple times that The Witcher and Cyberpunk franchises are the two universes they think they can continue to build on in the future. With that being said, if Cyberpunk exceeds expectations with its holiday release in 2020, CDPR could very well decide to pump out a second game there rather than a fourth for The Witcher.

If Cyberpunk is successful, but not so successful that they immediately want to begin a second game, CDPR could potentially push both games into the early stages of development. With teams split working on two games, we would obviously expect a longer wait for a possible Witcher title, so let’s add another six to twelve months there. On top of all that, we have to assume there isn’t much, if any, completed on an actual plot for the next Witcher. This would probably tack another six to twelve months on to things, which pushes that original four year estimate to five, or maybe even six, years before release. If I had to guess, I would say we can expect the fourth installment to the Witcher series in Mid 2025 at the earliest.

Witcher 4 Expected Plot

As I mentioned above, almost nothing has been announced (or probably thought too deeply of) on what The Witcher 4 plot could look like. In fact, the only thing CDPR has said so far is that Geralt will NOT be the main character. Of course, decisions like these change all the time, but I have three possibilities that I believe we could see in the fourth Witcher game.

#1 – A Young Geralt or Pre Geralt Universe

A young Geralt option would require CDPR to redact their statement of Geralt not being the main character, but I could easily see this being the direction of game number four. However, back in a time when Witchers were a plenty, they could also take the pre Geralt approach. We could potentially experience Vesimir’s story, or the story of any other Witcher from the period before Geralt. This would be very interesting, and would travel outside the realm of Andrzej’s books. I’m sure he would still be a part of developing the storyline, but if he wasn’t, I’d feel safe with CDPR and whatever direction they decided to take the game. Who knows, he may even have some unpublished Witcher stories he could use for the new game!

#2 – A Post Geralt Universe

Option #2 is probably the option that makes the most sense for a fourth game. This could mean Ciri becomes the potential new lead, or maybe even a new, younger Witcher comes into the fold and is trained by an older Cirilla. They could be attempting to restore the Witchers back to their former glory or maybe even just rounding up whatever remaining Witchers are out there to defeat whatever villain CDPR decides to add into the game. This, of course, would also require material that was not a part of the books, but at least here they have a base with Ciri and whatever other Witchers are still alive. Both of these options still leave plenty of room for some of our favorite characters to find their way back into the story. So, don’t be surprised when Yen, Dandelion, or Zoltan appear telling tall tales of Geralt!

#3 – An Entirely New Witcher 4 Universe

This option would require the most work, but it also has loads of room for something the Witcher Universe hasn’t really had before… complete character customization. With an entirely new Witcher universe, one could expect to create their own witcher who is responsible for saving the world, restoring the Witchers to glory, or even potentially being the cause of the Witchers dying off. This is definitely my favorite option of the three, but it would require a lot since they would potentially be scrapping almost everything from the original three games. Too bad we will need to wait four to six years to figure out what the story will truly entail!

I’ve been a fan of this series since I first stumbled upon The Witcher 2, and I don’t think I will ever lose my love for the realm of Temaria. So no matter what CD Projekt Red decides to do with the next installment of one of my favorite video game series, I know they will succeed. I trust them to make all the right decisions and lead us into a new age of Witcher games!


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The Rift – Part VI (Seks)

The Rift – Part VI (Seks)

It didn’t take long for the Abel and Daealla’s troops to reach Ymir’s Corridor. Kieran had been leading the elven forces alongside his mother until they neared the passageway. Abel had asked for some time alone with Daealla when they arrived, so Kieran slipped back among the ranks. He stayed within sight of the two, but not close enough to overhear any of their conversation. Abel seems to be a good man after all. He would make an excellent ruler of the realm… and a wonderful suitor for mother. What an alliance that would be.

Kieran was sitting on his Akhal-Teke bareback, like most wood elves would, while pondering how different life would be if his mother united their people with the humans of Rosewood. He then noticed Abel quickly ride off to meet one of his men near the entrance of the parlous cavern system. The wood elf prince slowly made his way through the crowd of human and elvish soldiers up to his mother. “Well, what are the plans now, Mother?” Kieran Questioned the second he was within earshot of Daealla. 

“Abel has decided to send a handful of his men into the entrance to scout our descent into Ymir’s Corridor. Apparently the door is covered in ancient runes. Better to send a few scouts in to test the waters rather than risk our entire army. They aren’t going too deep within, so Abel expects them back no later than nightfall. I have decided to send three of our elves in as well. We will rest here for the night and head into the caves on the morrow, with or without the return of our joint scout team.” Daealla turned Kadin and continued moving closer to the entrance. Kieran dug the point of his boot into Beyaz to quickly catch back up to his mother’s side.

“I see… are we sure this is the best idea, mother? Maybe trekking through a cave plagued with the lore of demons and monsters isn’t the best way to send our troops. Especially days before what could be the most important war this realm has ever witnessed.” Daealla gazed at her son before dismounting her mare and slowly making her way towards the massive doors that led into Ymir’s Corridor. She looked back over her shoulder as if questioning Kieran why he was not accompanying her. He climbed down from his steed to follow her. 

“The truth is, Kieran… I do not know if this is the right thing to do. I do know for certain that our only other option is the wrong thing to do.” Daealla paused with uncertainty for a fleeting moment before continuing. “We know we will be ambushed by Harald and Orrowyn if we attempt to traverse the pass into their lands, yet the path we are on now could end up being much more treacherous. Sometimes a leader must make decisions off the certainty in their gut, and I am beyond certain that Ymir’s Corridor can be no worse than a guaranteed ambush at the pass.”

Kieran took in everything Daealla just explained before answering. “I understand, Mother. I trust your judgment with my life.” I hope she is right. If we lose any men in these caves we will lose this war. We are already outnumbered, and if Harald is smart enough to keep men guarding the exit of Ymir’s corridor on his side of the mountain we will surely not be of this realm much longer. This human king could be the death of us all. For the last few hundred feet, the two walked in silence to the doors, but as they neared they noticed Abel and his few scouts standing quietly in bewilderment.

“Abel, are these the men you intend to send into the corridor?” Daealla questioned.

“Yes, but… we’re… we can’t seem to get the door to open. There are no handles and the door is completely sealed.”

Kieran hadn’t really noticed anything other than the door’s size while walking towards it, yet now he could not take his eyes off it. It was standing nearly thirty feet tall and surrounded by ivy, ferns, and moss on all sides. Above the door jutted three massive boulders that’s perch housed two strange-looking ravens that quickly flew away once they’d been spotted. The doors looked to be made with Nordic Buloke, the strongest of all the woods in Delahden, and inlaid with hundreds of ancient runes that encircled one large rune. They were faintly emitting a mixture of colored lights, ranging from the soft seafoam on a sunny day near the coast of Asothas while others were darker than the jade found within the ancient dwarven mine of Edarascûd. Above the door were two more ominously large runes. Both mirrored each other exactly, glowing a bright shade of turquoise and resting atop mismatched joineries of Ebony and Burlwood. Each door also owned massive, ornate carvings that stretched from the very top of the door all the way to the floor. It was a masterpiece. 

This must’ve taken ages to complete. There’s no way it was done by anything other than giants. The doors are too colossal to have been moved by any man. This may even be the work of Odin himself. “Mother, what are those two runes above the door. And more importantly, why are they such a different shade than the rest of the warnings?”

“I am not certain, but I believe these runes belong to one of the oldest of Delahden’s languages. I know it as the Tongue of Giants, but many have also called it Odin’s Tunga.”

“Can you read it?” One of Abel’s scouts inquired.

“Not all of it, but most. The main rune in the center actually looks to be two runes in itself. The outer box rune and small circular runes in the middle are some sort of lock. Clearly it has never been broken as the rune is still sealed and it emits the pulse of a living rune. The others above and below the circular runes are more bindings. Typically those would be used to bind something to an object, but I fear I am unsure how they’re being used here. The final four runes surrounding the lock are known as Odin’s Illusion, but there is no sole meaning for those. They’ve always been tied to godly magic, but that is the extent of which I know. Outside the door, on the outer edges, we have two more distinct runes. Alone, they mean nothing. However, together they represent a giants gateway.”

Daealla paused. She seemed disturbed by the two mirrored runes that had seemed to just grow brighter atop the doorway.

“Daealla, I must know everything about these runes before I willingly send my men into this unknown place. What do the final two mean” Abel interrogated?

Daealla remained silent. I have never seen mother this scared. “Mother…”

Daealla averted her eyes from the massive pulsing runes and looked down towards her feet. “Those refer to absolute and utter madness.”

Abel’s scout’s faces froze with terror. They all began looking at one another, but before any of them could speak Daeall chimed in one last time.  I’m not sure how the whole of these runes together equate to anything, but if I had one guess I would think Ymir’s Corridor is filled with things that will test our drives and morals. Those wooden inlays disturb me as well. I have no clue what they pertain too, but it cannot be good for us either way.”

Kieran turned his head to stare at the carvings. “It almost looks as if they tell some sort of story, Mother. Both sides are almost identical, yet I can distinguish some irregularities as you move down the carving. Granted, I am not sure if they’re meaningful or if they’re just miscues by the door maker, but there may be something there.”

“No, you’re right Kieran. Daealla, look here.” Abel pointed towards the lower quarter of the left side of the door. At first glance, it didn’t look like anything more than misshapen carvings of wood, but as Abel bent down to point it out to Daealla, Kieran noticed what it was. 

“Its that some sort of ancient writing? The unraveling of the lock on the door, perhaps? Kieran blurted out.

Vokt dere for sjofel skapninger innen. Døden venter de med frykt.” Daealla whispered. They briefly stood in silence before they heard the eerie creak of the door as it slowly swung open to reveal the black abyss that was Ymir’s Corridor.


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The Rift – Tveir

The Rift: Part II (Tveir)

Just outside the city of Rosewood was a small village named Bush Hollow. It was nuzzled in the heart of all four of Delahden’s lands, and was the location of this year’s Meeting of the Leaders. It was well into the fourth night, and even though most were asleep, the Norsemen were still wide awake celebrating another year of peace. Among them were a few of Daealla’s older sons, Orrowyn Brovkos, and Alexander Rudland himself.

Along with Alexander, were a few of his fathers men; all of whom had taken a liking to the young man early in his life. He was a remarkable boy – loved as much, if not more, than his father among the human race. He was one of the most talented bowman in the northern part of Delahden, which was an exceptional feat for someone only seventeen years of age. He was still a boy at heart and thoroughly enjoyed the frivolities of drinking with the men.

He had been talking with Harald Leif for most of the night now, and the two quickly developed a friendship. Leif was much older than the king’s son, yet that did not seem to matter to Alexander. There was somewhat of an age gap, but both seemed to have many similar tastes and interests, especially when it came to women.

One of the barkeep’s daughters busted through the inn’s door with more ale for the men, and both Alexander and Harald were mesmerized. She was a short girl, probably closer in age to the Norse leader, yet very youthful in her looks. She had long, dirty blonde hair that hung to her waist and a smile that lit up the entire room.

“Beautiful girl, come here. I want to ask you a question,” Harald yelled over the din of the group’s debauchery. She slowly made her way through the drunk men handing over the flagons of ale that she had brought from the store rooms and up to the table where the Norse leader sat.

“Good Evening Sir, is there anything I can do for you?” She didn’t seem tense at all that she was talking to one of the most dangerous men in the realm. That or she just had no idea who he was, which was probably better for her anyways.

“You can come sit on my lap, that’s what I’d like!” The men within the bar guffawed at their leader’s answer to the woman.

“I… I…”, and before the girl could react, Harald pulled her over to him and attempted kissing her. She pulled away almost immediately and ran off through a back door of her fathers bar.

“Hahaha,” the Norse leader laughed. “Seems as if the girl doesn’t have a taste for northern flesh tonight. Maybe I’ll convince her to warm my sausage for me on the morrow.” He looked out at his men who, Once again, were dying at the remark from Harald.

Alexander’s look of amusement dissipated almost immediately after the barkeep’s daughter had left. Harald asked him a few more idiotic questions, but Alexander was barely paying attention. He excused himself from the table and stumbled out of the bar deciding that he was going back to his Father’s tent for the night. His father’s men began to follow, but were quickly distracted by another one of the establishment owners daughters who had clumsily just spilled all of the drinking horns she was carrying.

Harald had paid no mind to the boy leaving, and didn’t even notice he was missing until he had finished three more of the clumsy girl’s horns of ale. He decided he was going to go find the barkeep and make him a proposition for his daughter. She was one of the most alluring women he had ever seen and Harald wanted her to finally make him a father. He had been unlucky in that regard with his prior three wives all dying in childbirth, and the children shared the same fate as their mothers.

He stumbled drunkenly around for a few minutes before noticing what appeared to be a lit lamp in the shed near the backside of the bar. He slowly made his way over, but stopped for a piss about halfway to the door. As he stood in silence attempting to urinate, he noticed could hear two voices in the shed, one of which sounded like Alexander’s.

Excited, Harald quickly pulled his trousers back up and rushed over to the door. “Ahh my boy! Alex who’ve you found for yourself ton…”, and as he shoved open the door the two of them stood there stark naked. Harald’s excitement quickly turned to disgust as the two love birds attempted to put their clothes back on. “What in the fuck are you doing with my woman?” he grumbled.

“She is not your woman, Leif. She has no interest in you, and the way you threw yourself at her earlier was plain disrespectful to her. And not to mention…”. Harald backhanded the boy before another word could leave his mouth.

“How dare you talk to me that way, boy. You should watch your tongue… just because you’re the son of a king doesn’t mean shit to me. He is not my King, and I will NOT tolerate insolence from a child.”

Alexander spat blood from his mouth. “A child!? I’m nearly eighteen and a man grown. My father will hear of this. He will remove your hand and feed it to you for laying it upon me.” Harald violently pulled his sword from its hilt, and then the girl screamed. In the blink of an eye, Harald had plunged the sword deep into her left breast. As he pulled it out blood spurted all over his face as the innocent woman dropped to the ground. He licked the thick, wet blood from his lips as he turned towards Alexander.

“You do not frighten me you coward. You… you… you will be punished.” Alexander bent down to grab his shirt from the ground, but before he stood upright again there was a flash of steel. The boy’s head was removed with such force that it flew through the thin wood of the shed. Harald sheathed his sword and then bent down to grab the blood soaked head. He slowly made his way back to the bar, wondering what he had just done. He lost his temper rather quickly, as most Nordic men, and when he saw red everything typically went black.

Upon entering the bar Harald noticed a lot of men had left, with all that remained being his men, Orrowyn, and Alexander’s guards. At first, no one noticed that Harald was drenched in blood, or that he was holding the boy’s severed head. After a minute or two, one of the king’s guards noticed that Harald had returned holding a head, and then he noticed who it belonged to.

“What have you done!?” He yelled as he reached for his battle-axe leaning on the wall behind him.

“Kill them, kill everyone besides him”, Harald mumbled to his men as he pointed at Orrowyn. Before the guards could react they all had axes and knives wedged into their bodies. Harald shifted his gaze back to Orrowyn and then slowly walked towards him. “You will tell them what happened here tonight mage, and if you’re smart… you will side with me in the battles to come. Men, pack up your things. We leave tonight.” Harald briskly walked to the door of the bar, turned back to give Orrowyn one last menacing lance, and then walked out. His men followed soon after, but first they hung the dead men from the rafters and carved their tribal signs into each body.

Orrowyn stayed within the bar after they had left for quite some time. He wasn’t sure how long after he stayed, but he pondered everything that had happened that night. He had his own issues with Abel and Daealla, but he would never go so far as to kill the king’s only son. As he walked outside into the muggy dawn air and back towards the camp, he noticed that all of the Norsemen’s tents were gone and in their place stood two spikes. On the first spike was the barkeeps daughter. They had removed her clothes, and it looked as if they had their way with her. She was impaled through the stomach with her intestines oozing from multiple wounds on her back. On the other… Alexander’s head. As Orrowyn walked near the heads he noticed a rolled piece of parchment in the boys mouth.

This is what happens when you overstep a TRUE king. I am through with your childish peace treaty. I’ll be waiting.


-Harald Leif, Ruler of Delahden

Orrowyn rolled the piece of parchment back up and stuffed it into his robe. As he made his way towards Abel’s tent, he decided that he did not want to be on the bad side of Harald. He turned around and went to a few of his men that were awake on their side of the camp. “Pack your things, and tell the others to do so as well. Leave as soon as you can, there will be bloodshed if you don’t.” As those last words sunk into his men, Orrowyn turned and vanished into thin air.

Abel Rudland awoke that morning to his steward telling him that the mages and the Norse men had vanished in the night. He quickly donned his armor and went out to see for himself, knowing that something awful must’ve happened. He roamed the fields and contemplated why the two groups would leave in the midst of the renewal of their annual treaty until he noticed a group of people encircling something off in the distance. Abel pushed his way through the crowd before he finally saw the two spikes. At first. He did not realize what everyone was staring at, it was just some bodies left behind to scare his people. But as he walked closer to the severed head he noticed the crest of his family on the boy’s earrings, he dropped to his knees and wept.

The Rift – Part II (Tveir)

The Rift: Part II (Tveir)

Just outside the city of Rosewood was a small village named Bush Hollow. It was nuzzled in the heart of all four of Delahden’s lands, and was the location of this year’s Meeting of the Leaders. It was well into the fourth night, and even though most were asleep, the Norsemen were still wide awake celebrating another year of peace. Among them were a few of Daealla’s older sons, Orrowyn Brovkos, and Alexander Rudland himself.

Along with Alexander, were a few of his fathers men; all of whom had taken a liking to the young man early in his life. He was a remarkable boy – loved as much, if not more, than his father among the human race. He was one of the most talented bowman in the northern part of Delahden, which was an exceptional feat for someone only seventeen years of age. He was still a boy at heart and thoroughly enjoyed the frivolities of drinking with the men.

He had been talking with Harald Leif for most of the night now, and the two quickly developed a friendship. Leif was much older than the king’s son, yet that did not seem to matter to Alexander. There was somewhat of an age gap, but both seemed to have many similar tastes and interests, especially when it came to women.

One of the barkeep’s daughters busted through the inn’s door with more ale for the men, and both Alexander and Harald were mesmerized. She was a short girl, probably closer in age to the Norse leader, yet very youthful in her looks. She had long, dirty blonde hair that hung to her waist and a smile that lit up the entire room.

“Beautiful girl, come here. I want to ask you a question,” Harald yelled over the din of the group’s debauchery. She slowly made her way through the drunk men handing over the flagons of ale that she had brought from the store rooms and up to the table where the Norse leader sat.

“Good Evening Sir, is there anything I can do for you?” She didn’t seem tense at all that she was talking to one of the most dangerous men in the realm. That or she just had no idea who he was, which was probably better for her anyways.

“You can come sit on my lap, that’s what I’d like!” The men within the bar guffawed at their leader’s answer to the woman.

“I… I…”, and before the girl could react, Harald pulled her over to him and attempted kissing her. She pulled away almost immediately and ran off through a back door of her fathers bar.

“Hahaha,” the Norse leader laughed. “Seems as if the girl doesn’t have a taste for northern flesh tonight. Maybe I’ll convince her to warm my sausage for me on the morrow.” He looked out at his men who, Once again, were dying at the remark from Harald.

Alexander’s look of amusement dissipated almost immediately after the barkeep’s daughter had left. Harald asked him a few more idiotic questions, but Alexander was barely paying attention. He excused himself from the table and stumbled out of the bar deciding that he was going back to his Father’s tent for the night. His father’s men began to follow, but were quickly distracted by another one of the establishment owners daughters who had clumsily just spilled all of the drinking horns she was carrying.

Harald had paid no mind to the boy leaving, and didn’t even notice he was missing until he had finished three more of the clumsy girl’s horns of ale. He decided he was going to go find the barkeep and make him a proposition for his daughter. She was one of the most alluring women he had ever seen and Harald wanted her to finally make him a father. He had been unlucky in that regard with his prior three wives all dying in childbirth, and the children shared the same fate as their mothers.

He stumbled drunkenly around for a few minutes before noticing what appeared to be a lit lamp in the shed near the backside of the bar. He slowly made his way over, but stopped for a piss about halfway to the door. As he stood in silence attempting to urinate, he noticed could hear two voices in the shed, one of which sounded like Alexander’s.

Excited, Harald quickly pulled his trousers back up and rushed over to the door. “Ahh my boy! Alex who’ve you found for yourself ton…”, and as he shoved open the door the two of them stood there stark naked. Harald’s excitement quickly turned to disgust as the two love birds attempted to put their clothes back on. “What in the fuck are you doing with my woman?” he grumbled.

“She is not your woman, Leif. She has no interest in you, and the way you threw yourself at her earlier was plain disrespectful to her. And not to mention…”. Harald backhanded the boy before another word could leave his mouth.

“How dare you talk to me that way, boy. You should watch your tongue… just because you’re the son of a king doesn’t mean shit to me. He is not my King, and I will NOT tolerate insolence from a child.”

Alexander spat blood from his mouth. “A child!? I’m nearly eighteen and a man grown. My father will hear of this. He will remove your hand and feed it to you for laying it upon me.” Harald violently pulled his sword from its hilt, and then the girl screamed. In the blink of an eye, Harald had plunged the sword deep into her left breast. As he pulled it out blood spurted all over his face as the innocent woman dropped to the ground. He licked the thick, wet blood from his lips as he turned towards Alexander.

“You do not frighten me you coward. You… you… you will be punished.” Alexander bent down to grab his shirt from the ground, but before he stood upright again there was a flash of steel. The boy’s head was removed with such force that it flew through the thin wood of the shed. Harald sheathed his sword and then bent down to grab the blood soaked head. He slowly made his way back to the bar, wondering what he had just done. He lost his temper rather quickly, as most Nordic men, and when he saw red everything typically went black.

Upon entering the bar Harald noticed a lot of men had left, with all that remained being his men, Orrowyn, and Alexander’s guards. At first, no one noticed that Harald was drenched in blood, or that he was holding the boy’s severed head. After a minute or two, one of the king’s guards noticed that Harald had returned holding a head, and then he noticed who it belonged to.

“What have you done!?” He yelled as he reached for his battle-axe leaning on the wall behind him.

“Kill them, kill everyone besides him”, Harald mumbled to his men as he pointed at Orrowyn. Before the guards could react they all had axes and knives wedged into their bodies. Harald shifted his gaze back to Orrowyn and then slowly walked towards him. “You will tell them what happened here tonight mage, and if you’re smart… you will side with me in the battles to come. Men, pack up your things. We leave tonight.” Harald briskly walked to the door of the bar, turned back to give Orrowyn one last menacing lance, and then walked out. His men followed soon after, but first they hung the dead men from the rafters and carved their tribal signs into each body.

Orrowyn stayed within the bar after they had left for quite some time. He wasn’t sure how long after he stayed, but he pondered everything that had happened that night. He had his own issues with Abel and Daealla, but he would never go so far as to kill the king’s only son. As he walked outside into the muggy dawn air and back towards the camp, he noticed that all of the Norsemen’s tents were gone and in their place stood two spikes. On the first spike was the barkeeps daughter. They had removed her clothes, and it looked as if they had their way with her. She was impaled through the stomach with her intestines oozing from multiple wounds on her back. On the other… Alexander’s head. As Orrowyn walked near the heads he noticed a rolled piece of parchment in the boys mouth.

This is what happens when you overstep a TRUE king. I am through with your childish peace treaty. I’ll be waiting.


-Harald Leif, Ruler of Delahden

Orrowyn rolled the piece of parchment back up and stuffed it into his robe. As he made his way towards Abel’s tent, he decided that he did not want to be on the bad side of Harald. He turned around and went to a few of his men that were awake on their side of the camp. “Pack your things, and tell the others to do so as well. Leave as soon as you can, there will be bloodshed if you don’t.” As those last words sunk into his men, Orrowyn turned and vanished into thin air.

Abel Rudland awoke that morning to his steward telling him that the mages and the Norse men had vanished in the night. He quickly donned his armor and went out to see for himself, knowing that something awful must’ve happened. He roamed the fields and contemplated why the two groups would leave in the midst of the renewal of their annual treaty until he noticed a group of people encircling something off in the distance. Abel pushed his way through the crowd before he finally saw the two spikes. At first. He did not realize what everyone was staring at, it was just some bodies left behind to scare his people. But as he walked closer to the severed head he noticed the crest of his family on the boy’s earrings, he dropped to his knees and wept.

A Blog About Writing (5/6/19)

[Originally published on 5/6/19 on my previous site, Bright-blood.com]

A Blog About Writing

Isn’t it weird how stressful it is to put the thoughts that float around our heads every day into words that actually make sense? I’ve never been a huge fan of writing, in fact, I despised it in high school and college, but here I am in my mid-twenties now wishing I would have given it more of a chance. About a month ago I had an idea and wanted to start writing a fiction novel. My girlfriend and I were talking about Game of Thrones and I jokingly said that once the last season had ended I was going to make a new fantasy world to fill the void. The very next day it was like someone had destroyed the writing dam within my head because out of nowhere the ideas were flooding out of me.

Some background information on myself, I am a twenty-six-year-old Financial Analyst up to my waist in debt from my two degrees and already tired of the nine to five desk life associated with corporate finance. Before my career in Finance, I wanted to pursue sports psychology. I wanted to help athletes get over the mental hurdles that came with those gruesome, side-lining injuries. I wanted to help them get back to being the top-tier performers that they knew they could be. I actually got accepted into a program back in 2015, but it was at a private school I couldn’t afford and I didn’t see the point in taking that debt that was already around my waist and lifting it up over my head. So I moved back home for a few months, discussed my goals with my closest friend, and decided to apply to the accelerated Finance program that he was attempting to get into. Three months later I was on my way back to school and working on my Masters, thinking I had clearly made the right choice for my well-being and my bank account.

That brings us to the current day, with me on my second big boy job and already as tired of it as I was my first. I find myself wondering almost every day if this is truly what the next 45 years of my weekdays will look like. Don’t get me wrong, I’m good at what I do… but after two and a half years I am already one thousand percent over it. I’m ready to move on to the next chapter, no pun intended, of my life. I’m ready to actually pursue my dreams this time and to not settle for what “seems” like the right choice. I want my office somewhere tropical with a Miami Vice (or three) nearby. I don’t want to worry about how late I’ll be stuck at work today or how many times that one coworker will ask for help because he/she is “too busy”. I want to open the floodgates of my brain and write all day every day until my ideas are out there in the world. Kind of ironic how that worked out, my least favorite thing to do in my younger years is what I am now banking (I swear these are unintentional!) on to get me out of this finance rut I am now trapped in.

Now I have this incredible idea for a book but can’t seem to find the time to write outside of work. Don’t tell my boss, but I’ve been doing a bit of writing when he’s out of the office. But how can you blame me, when you get an idea you have to write it down before it disappears forever right? Anyways, I’m tired of not having the time to do what I truly want to do. I know I’m not the most gifted writer (yet), but I do know I’m a quick learner. I also have an incredible work ethic when I find something I am passionate about, and that is the real reason I am writing this. I wanted to dip my toes into blogging and see if I could actually make a living writing every day for the rest of my life. I wanted to know if my ideas and thoughts actually meant something or could even help other people.

So here I am sitting on my girlfriend’s couch with my old crappy MacBook, nearing the end of my first ever blog post and wondering to myself if another soul will ever even read this. And if people do take a liking to it, what then? Do I strictly stick to one topic and become a hyper-niche blogger? Do I write about every single thing that comes to my mind? Do I only put out book related material and ultimately create a world as complex and chaotic as GoT? But honestly, I have no clue where this will go. Maybe in two weeks, I’ll realize I’m actually a horrific writer and go back to despising it all over again lol.
But writing this post has made me realize one thing. No matter how fantastic or bleak my writing future may turn out, I finally took the necessary steps to pursue my dreams. For the first time in my adult life, I think I may have actually found something I could enjoy doing every day until retirement. And that my friends, is what makes me happy.