What never (or possibly) came to be. It's hard to say a bunch of misc works that acted as attempted one-shots or ideas I had for things, but it should be a lot of unfinished works for ideas I had or things I did for friends.

A simple one shot, of how I like to portray the March of the Tarnished, and as such I'm only working off of speculation and what all I can recall from the lore, so if I happen to get a few things wrong...well, not like I can do much to fix it.

It was cold. It hurt. He couldn't feel his arm, "...!", Someone was yelling at him, it was almost deafening, yet he couldn't understand a single bit, he just knew they were scared… He saw the light, and it was blinding, he couldn't see...he couldn't feel...he...wasn't...anything…

"Thou who art Undead, art chosen, in thine exodus from the Undead Asylum, maketh pilgrimage to the land of Ancient Lords. When thou ringeth the Bell of Awakening, the fate of the Undead thou shalt know..."