The music catalogued on these pages represent a body of work collected over the years from all assorted genres and styles. Feel free to take a listen, read up on a few descriptive snippets, or even post some feedback on a particular piece.
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A collaboration with Deprogrammed’s Otto Cate featured on the digital album A Descent into the Darkness. I wrote the piano piece and general mood ideas, and Otto worked his synth wonders on it along with an ample amount of production magic.
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The poncy rogue was more of a bard, really. His shamisen always at the ready, he would often burst into song at a moment’s notice about some heroic deed or another. People cope in very different ways.
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The old dwarf scholar was set in his ways. Stubborn, most people called him. Consistant, he thought. He sat at his book, poised, and continued to write.
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The large reptilian paladin lay his weapon across the ground and let the music enter his mind. Her presence was near, and every moment he spent at the shrine was another step to the dance.
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Ever the rivals, the quicklings with their village in the shadow of the massive peaks where the yeti makes his home. With a roar, he makes his descent and the spritely figures mass together to protect their settlement.
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A young man, on the verge of moving from his childhood home, paws through a box of his old playthings. Memories fill his head of simpler times; a nostalgia for days spent without a care in the world.
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A small vignette of a scene between several children and their games. They run by, screaming and laughing, and quickly turn around a corner down the street.
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It is a flawless day for the adventurers as they set out into the noon day. Several younger members of the party run ahead in weaving paths as the elders stay near the wagon, its wheels creaking softly as it goes.
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Several figures sit or lie around the crackling fire. Sleep looms at the back of all their minds, but they are entranced by the wild tales being woven by one figure standing alone with the moon to his back.
