Matthew Miller Stories

A cloaked figure emerged from the back of Morton’s, releasing a wave of smoke into the alleyway. They peered from side to side then checked that the door had closed behind.  “Hello? Jax sent us this way.” The figure’s voice seemed forced. “Is anyone here?” Syllera considered letting their call go unanswered. First timers like…

The previous year, Aelen Virnelis had stood before the Heir of Wylfir and argued passionately for his practice — that if Qilfir ever sought to break its dependency on the Arcanum, a great onus lay on the kingdom’s people — on its wizards, arcanists, and governors in particular; that there could be no barriers to…

“I’m telling you, it doesn’t matter how old a body is, dragging it around isn’t going to make a trail of slime like that.” “Roy.” “I don’t think there’s even enough mass in a person’s body to liquify like that — forget whatever the worms get to.” “Roy!” Dannie jabbed Roy with his elbow. “Smell…

It’s been a while since I’ve posted! I have more minis and stories in the works, but I’ve been focused on travel, job applications, and working on design documents for a new indie game project. This is a map I started working on while I was at GDC a few weeks ago. It’s still far…

Roan closed his eyes and breathed deep through his nose. Inhale. Exhale. He was so close to getting out. This could be the last time he had to look the devil in its eyes. Fear is the greatest killer. It even stands above Abner. He knocked on the door. “Come in.” Roan had learned to…