The old soldier wound his way through the streets of the town, his sinuous, Eastern dragon familiar following in his footsteps. Everywhere were the signs of a long, hard winter; sodden paths, waterlogged houses and still-white snowdrifts. Here and there, patches of grass, flowers and other growing things struggled to reclaim their world from the grasp of the cold season. The adventurer sniffed. He loved the cold, for some unknown reason it sustained him, and the signs of a coming spring always turned his mood sour.

The Search is over, but Dracon's problems are beginning again. After being stricken by a mysterious spell by an equally mysterious purple wizard, Dracon must journey to find a cure. Old friends and enemies return (or just have their names recycled) in the first sequel ever made from an RE story. All of the action, comedy, and poor writing is back in this short and incomplete continuation.

Long before any other writing on this site, a horrible, horrible attempt was made to start a writing tradition on Reality's End.

As is painfully obvious from this story, this site was not yet ready for writing.

Relive all of the suckage and questionable writing skill that makes you realize just how great the REWS is today in this oldie-but-baddie which was the basis for the cult classic RoR! Amazing but sadly true!

Untold power and mysteries are locked away by the Key of Ages. With a price on their heads, Geirrek, Entropy, and others seek out this artifact for reasons as elusive as the Key itself...

Join this canon tale based on RealitysEnd.com's own mythological game, Battling Dragons, and you could help determine the future of the game itself!

The classic RE favorite continues! After failing to keep the Tome of Ten Magicks from wicked hands, the end is near. Old enemies are united to stop a possessed Vincent before he destroys the world!

The entire cast of the celebrated Aftermath: the Prologue returns along with new characters and surprises.

A rag wearing wretch tumbled across the mist laden floor. He raised his purple topped head to cast a menacing glare from under his brim. A jagged grimace was his only word to his foe.

"Accept it, old timer. You have been bested," contested the foe, a floating being who beamed with light. "For the first time in many a Rumblon, the Legendary Dairy shall not fall to your unworthy hands." It clenched a webbed, clawed, gloved fist to symbolize seizing victory.

Two mercenary magi have stolen the Tome of Ten Magicks from the Thanox Corporation, and they want it back. So does a poisonous potion maker, a dark angel, and a twisted Collar. Everyone will have to fight to keep the Tome from the wrong hands, whoever those are.

This magical, modern-day fantasy epic is the celebrated, original Reality's End work whose success has yet to be duplicated, even until this day.