Welcome to the Rot of Witchwood

The Rot Never Ends...

Given Itch.io's recently troubles and it taking down Our Last Liaisons, it might be safer to me to store all of my games in my own site. So here we are! If you still want to play the others on Itch.io, you can follow the links over, as well as play Our Last Laisons (only here I'm afraid).

Anyway, welcome to my game page! All games take place in the same universe, just at diifferent times!

The Rot of Witchwood: As a wayward Witch, you have enough to worry about. Your powers, gifted to you by a curious demon, the past you run from, even trying to get by enough without raising the ire of the neighbouring town. But when you find yourself implicated in a nefarious deed, it's time to step out of your own isolation, and clear your name. But... Which name? The false one you've been using in town, or the one you left behind after running away from your past? There are six stories for you to start your descent into the dark...

The Younger Wolf Hunts: E Rawlins' NSFW Side Game, as voted for. A beast trails after the Witch, into the night. But how much of it remains familiar to them?

The Mad Heir: The worsening health of the King has caused not only a little bit of disarray in South Hollow, but also complete chaos in the government and the house of Royals. After the birth of the king's first grandchild, he had changed the law of succession. Crown goes to the first born... Or, a blood relative of the current Crown's choosing. And while they lay in their cradle, the King had announced that they were the one to inherit the crown.Sadly, they've been missing ever since they came of age. So, while the entire stretch of the Isles have been turned upside down to find them, it turns out you've been minding your own business in a run down manor, kept secret by your father, the regent, for... Your very apparent imperfections. Royals either waste away from sickness... Or become enraptured with a madness not seen in any others. You sleepwalk through your days, unable to sleep at night, knowing there is something whispering from beyond your curtains, your blood singing back to whatever it is. Things plague you beyond the whispers, something lurks under your skin, angry and dark. It's what takes up most of your day, to the point you hardly realize your father has moved back into the manor, with his new spouse and stepchild he's aiming to install as the heir without anyone noticing. Oh well. The plan to get your throne back... Shall proceed.

Our Last Liaisons:You can taste it on the air. You always can. When there's change on the wind, with the bitter taste of ash and blood and betrayal, only a few people ever seem to catch it on their tongue. You have returned home. From a funeral, from out of the country, but you have returned home. Either slip into your role as the seventh child of the Tsarina or bear yourself to live the life of the lowest servant. Refamiliarize yourself in the only place you've known as a safe haven. Meet new friends and reunite with old ones. Maybe even find... Someone special. And then you can try your best to save it all.