GRAPHIC NOVEL PROJECTS
THE WITCH WELL
Created by Chris Talburt & Morgan S Kilimnik
Written by Chris Talburt
Illustrated by Morgan S Kilimnik
RENNER
Shadows darken for good reason
Where probing questions stand as treason
A faith of service leaves a people yoked
Blind devotion leaves the freedom chocked
An iron will and a rebel heart
A revolution stifled before the start
A father, lost. A mother doubts him
Is a better world a world without him?
THOMAS VANGAURD
A zealot’s greed is a nation founded
Death knell quelled under trumpets sounded
A coven’s blood and poisoned land
An iron fist to a bony hand
Stolen age leaves a body broken
A life of rage, a spell is spoken
The sun is setting, a star is falling
Careful now, the waters calling
THE GENERAL
A mad man’s wrath and greatest power
A trophy tucked in an ivory tower
History burned, a people looted
A violent past leaves a soul polluted
An idol buried in a secret tomb
An orphan torn from a bloody womb
Bathed in blood and steeped in lies
A weapon stands as a legend dies
MAKENNA
Ties to nature bind us all
A way of life, about to fall
Sovereign mother’s guiding hand
Our guardian makes a final stand
Lust for power and tainted learnings
Guiding light of unholy yearning
Jilted love and a broken pact
Vengeance reigns in a final act
The inky, black water will roil and writhe
In their service you will toil and tithe
Coins are cast and wishes granted
Some say cursed, some say enchanted
Your wildest dreams? A living hell?
Trust your fate to the witch’s well
These poems speak of the main players in the story across several books
UNTITLED PROJECT
Created by Morgan S Kilimnik
In the beginning four eternals ruled the land. Each individually becoming corporeal for the cycle of three moons. Each moon cycle mutating their forms before petrifying once more on the final new moon
This changed when twelve individuals were selected to consume eternal flesh. Only with a portion of the Void Worm sewn inside them could the task at hand succeed. Four groups consisting of three of the individuals made up the twelve disciples. The groups stood as generals, scientists, witches and politicians
Once their task was complete the land forever changed. Humans rose as the dominant force making the world their own. The eternal flesh trapped inside them, the twelve transformed and mutated with time. They became demi gods to be feared, revered, and worshipped
One thousand years have passed since the fall of the eternals. The world is now a festering growth of analog technology built upon an impossible cthulhu mythos
This is where the story begins