A world gone mad. Creatures of nightmare walk the streets, but worse are those we once knew . . .
Matt survived the Dungeon’s founding, and managed to gather a small, but dedicated team to him, but when he finds his is not the only Dungeon in the area, he has a choice to make.
Attempt friendly co-existence, but lose the element of surprise, or attack, and risk it all?
Matt has learned the consequences of being too trusting when the world collapses around you, but is the path of grim dictator any better?
Can he trust those around him? When those he left behind seem to be abusing his gift?

Matt and Chris have made it home ahead of the undead curse, but at what cost?
The dungeon is surrounded, the refugees have made it to safety, but . . . they need food, water, space to recover and rest, and none of these things come cheap. That cost must be paid in mana.
Mike and Kelly were sent to bring reinforcements from the park, but they’re walking into a meatgrinder, one that will strip the life from them, then raise them to besiege those they love . . .
Matt has only one chance . . . lead the refugees, forge them anew into a force that can face the undead, in their tens of thousands.
Worst of all . . . the beer’s damn well warm.

In all the games Matt has played, Dungeons are places to raid, places you dream of conquering, but when the world is stripped of electricity, and the first mana-twisted beasts start to prowl, the games all come to an end . . .
Matt’s just an ordinary guy, but when he’s beaten, robbed, and left for dead, bleeding out at the bottom of a gully, it all has to change as he grasps frantically at his only chance for survival, coming as it does in the form of a glowing, dangerously pulsing light.
With his reality forever altered, Matt must quickly find a suitable place to deploy the Dungeon Core, fighting his way through the hundreds of people between him and safety, because if he doesn’t do it soon, a Core Detonation will solve all of his problems for him . . . permanently.
Welcome to the New World.

A realm aside from our own. The center of the realities. Home to every spectrum of magic.
From the beautiful to the terrible, it was all held in delicate balance by the Eternal Emperor and his immortal children. For 10,000 years, the empire was the bastion that protected the sentient races from the darkness, but the revolution, and the War of the Gods has changed all that . . .
Jax seems like a regular guy, except that he fights creatures from a strange place called the UnderVerse in his sleep, leaving him covered in horrific scars when he wakes up. The mysterious disappearance of his brother five years prior has forced Jax into a holding pattern, with a job he tolerates, a girl he kinda, sorta loves . . . until he’s kidnapped and given a stark choice by his asshat of a father: Go to the UnderVerse in reality, travel to the capitol of that ruined realm at the center of reality, and open a portal for the Noble Houses to return home . . .
Or die, slowly.
That’s the good news. The bad is that he has to survive the arena first, to prove his right to go. Twelve will enter, only one can leave . . .

With the God of Death out for his life, Jax has a choice to make, and it’s time for the brothers to face each other . . .
Nimon, The God of Death, has named Jax and all who follow him “Apostate” decreeing their death and has dispatched his Dark Legion, the Imperial Legion’s antithesis, to see the job done once and for all.
Hundreds march on the Great Tower, the seat of Jax’s power and home to his resurgent Empire. Unbeknownst to Nimon, Jax and the vast majority of his people are far out to sea, aboard ships that are only partially operational, and the enemy’s forces are drawing closer to his home by the hour.
Jax must choose . . . Protect the refugees and risk the Dark Legion reaching his home first, or take a far smaller force and intercept the threat head on. Can Jax risk it all on a single roll of the dice?
What Jax doesn’t know is that he’s not the only one of Imperial Blood to have skin in the game. It’s time for the brothers to finally meet on the field of battle . . .

Jax survived the Smugglers Path, as did most of his party, but he’s suffered losses, found out just how far he’s willing to go for Oracle, and seen his own darker side . . . as have his followers.
The City of Himnel crawls with depravity, violence, and backstabbing, and if Jax wants to keep his people, supply his growing war-machine, and have any kind of a chance at survival, he needs to not only survive there, he needs to rob it blind!
Jax’s simple, honest, and straightforward methods of dealing with people would usually equate to a snowman vs. a flamethrower’s chance at survival, except he’s got some new tricks, some new allies, and gives even less of a damn than usual about the odds.
Join Jax, Oracle, and the squad as they explore Himnel, fight in the Arena and gather other waifs and strays not to mention making new, and far more powerful enemies than he ever dreamt he would encounter.
Find out what happened to Thomas, why the Legion is hated and reviled, and if Jax ever manages to get his hearts desire . . . namely a cold beer, people to leave him the hell alone, and Oracle, naked, and some “quality” time uninterrupted!

The brothers are united, but storm clouds gather on the horizon. War has come to Dravith
The Dark Legion have been beaten back, and for the first time the brothers are allied against the savagery that the UnderVerse has thrown at them, but the storm clouds of war are gathering, and not everyone will see the sun rise again.
Jax has one chance to keep his people safe from the storm and the war that’s building on the horizon, but it’ll take balls of steel, brains of mince, and he’s really going to need to be lucky as hell to pull this one off . . .
The Legion rises along with their Scion, buoyed aloft on waves of hope, but not all are as dedicated as they may seem, and a tiny pin-prick can be all that makes the difference, when it’s made at just the wrong time . . .

New companions, new threats, and at last a real home. Jax has a chance to turn his territory into more than a relic, buried deep in the forest. War is on the horizon . . .
Things are looking up for Jax, more or less. He’s met the girl (Wisp) of his dreams, got some new friends (the kind he’d fought with and alongside in his gaming), and even managed to start a war . . .
Okay, that last bit might not have been the wisest thing he’s ever done, but the guy was an ass, and he deserved it . . .
The only problem is, they say an Englishman’s home is his castle, and Jax’s home is in ruins . . . this place isn’t going to be any use in defending his new people unless he gets it sorted, and fast! He needs materials, equipment, magic, and people. Most of all he needs time. Time to get things sorted, his ships in the air and his house in order.
When you’re surrounded on all sides, outclassed, outnumbered, and everyone’s probably a bit brighter than you are, there’s only one option . . .
Attack!