Traebus Hellmut, genius magitech scientist and extremely reluctant interdimensional castaway, is having what experts might call a prolonged episode of catastrophic nonsense.
Since crash landing in a jungle full of hungry dinosaurs and feral magic, Traebus has accidentally become a local warlord. Not on purpose. He built a gate, tamed some lizards, punched a few apex predators in the face with kinetic rings, and now the neighboring wildlife thinks he's in charge. Of everything.
Which would be fine, except his gate is constantly under siege, and after saving a wounded elven woman from a pack of murder lizards, she decided the appropriate repayment was to quietly move in, rearrange his living space, judge his dietary habits, and assume the role of some kind of terrifyingly efficient jungle housewife. She does not talk much, but her cleaning schedule is aggressive, her stare is withering, and she has strong opinions about how often he should be resting. He is both grateful and afraid.
To make matters worse, a professional soul witch has been hired to murder him. Traebus is still unclear whether she wants his body, his research, or just his screaming soul. Either way, she keeps showing up in his dreams, being mysterious, dangerous, and distractingly attractive, which is deeply unhelpful.
Also, Dusk, his loyal soul bonded lizard companion, has spontaneously evolved into a winged shadow dragon that can teleport through darkness, assassinate predators, and pass judgment with a single blink. Dusk is terrifying, majestic, and absolutely convinced Traebus is an idiot. He is not wrong.
Now juggling the responsibilities of fortress defense, lizard diplomacy, jungle infrastructure, magical translation, nighttime soul witch ambushes, and not dying horribly, Traebus must somehow survive long enough to figure out why everything in this world either wants to kill him, follow him, or fold his laundry.
He just wanted to explore dimensional physics. Instead, he is leading a jungle rebellion with a lightning lizard, a sarcastic elf, a moody dragon, and a three ton walking tank named Tank.
Welcome to Book Two of Jurassic Age Mage. Civilization is extinct. Traebus is winging it.
Genre: Fantasy
Since crash landing in a jungle full of hungry dinosaurs and feral magic, Traebus has accidentally become a local warlord. Not on purpose. He built a gate, tamed some lizards, punched a few apex predators in the face with kinetic rings, and now the neighboring wildlife thinks he's in charge. Of everything.
Which would be fine, except his gate is constantly under siege, and after saving a wounded elven woman from a pack of murder lizards, she decided the appropriate repayment was to quietly move in, rearrange his living space, judge his dietary habits, and assume the role of some kind of terrifyingly efficient jungle housewife. She does not talk much, but her cleaning schedule is aggressive, her stare is withering, and she has strong opinions about how often he should be resting. He is both grateful and afraid.
To make matters worse, a professional soul witch has been hired to murder him. Traebus is still unclear whether she wants his body, his research, or just his screaming soul. Either way, she keeps showing up in his dreams, being mysterious, dangerous, and distractingly attractive, which is deeply unhelpful.
Also, Dusk, his loyal soul bonded lizard companion, has spontaneously evolved into a winged shadow dragon that can teleport through darkness, assassinate predators, and pass judgment with a single blink. Dusk is terrifying, majestic, and absolutely convinced Traebus is an idiot. He is not wrong.
Now juggling the responsibilities of fortress defense, lizard diplomacy, jungle infrastructure, magical translation, nighttime soul witch ambushes, and not dying horribly, Traebus must somehow survive long enough to figure out why everything in this world either wants to kill him, follow him, or fold his laundry.
He just wanted to explore dimensional physics. Instead, he is leading a jungle rebellion with a lightning lizard, a sarcastic elf, a moody dragon, and a three ton walking tank named Tank.
Welcome to Book Two of Jurassic Age Mage. Civilization is extinct. Traebus is winging it.
Genre: Fantasy
Used availability for S R Fauth's Rumble In The Jungle