WITCHHAMMER; A grimdark short story

A sword for hire makes a blood-oath to a witch-god. A town set for slaughter begs deliverance from the zealous baron and holy inquisition. A dark and elder forest enshrines a wicked mountain. A day of reckoning arrives; who will live to tell the tale? This is the saga of the WITCHHAMMER;

Please enjoy this short story. It was a submission to a contest and will now be part of a longer grimdark/military fantasy series that I am writing.

Read it here