J R Rathborne
Lover of heroic fantasy, RPG's and delightful storytelling.
Creator of Berel the Magnificent (the Greatest Wizard of All Time!), Granny the Barbarian, Usso "Old Grizzly" Abdullah and Rajorne the Wildling.
I hope you enjoy my works.
Feels like home.
Earl Grey tea is on the air, Mum’s cooking wafting up the stairs. Thump! Thump! Thump! Do footsteps make, Those are Dad’s - without mistake.
A Pond & A Plague
It clung to his lungs like sticky tar. He didn’t know how he got it, but it wouldn’t go away. He thought it would never happen to him, being mostly isolated from the world. The only way in or out of his acreage in the mountains was to traverse across the frozen waters of the marigold-rimmed pond, and the last interaction he had was with a street-food vendor more than a fortnight ago… But both of them had been wearing masks, and he was sure he washed his hands before eating.
I am Berel, THE MAGNIFICENT!
Berel’s eyes fluttered open. As his vision focused, he noticed a most unnaturally bulbous, humanoid face staring back down at him with eyes as large as saucers.
Berel the Magnificent, the Greatest Wizard of All Time, was not always so well-known and celebrated across the lands in tavern songs and great ballads of legend.
The Big Golden Sneeze
Staring down, Berel’s eyes finally settled on the strange, worn red book at his side. He cracked it open. Examining the fragile pages, many were filled with diagrams and hand-drawn images of various flora, fauna and unimaginable creations, strange symbols, recipes, and languages Berel mostly didn’t understand or recognise.
An escape like no other.
It took me 30+ years to discover the wonders of paint. My wife loves to crochet, that is her great love, relaxing from the stresses of an overfilled work-life by making little blankets or beanies or other cosy things with her hands.
Care for Lunch with Maws the Terrible?
It stretched out before them as far as the eyes could see, a big wet thing that hugged the land and used to be considered the source of all life, but today was instead a constant source of dread from the stories of those it consumed, or the unnatural things it now birthed.
An Unfortunate Bit of Magic
The little man was furious. “WHAT DU YE’ MEAN YA BLEW UP THE TEMPLE!?” “You see, err.. the thing is…” our wizarding hero tried to explain, while ash rained down from what was left of this backwater’s previously precious establishment.