We're continuing our new regular series here on Untoldthegame.com; it's one that will give a bit of insight into how our awesome artists go about doing their inspiring work and will hopefully delight your eyes along the way. It's called "Concept-7", because we're going to expose some of our concept work to you (to let you see what's coming down the pipe for Untold) by asking the artist who did the piece 7 questions about that piece in particular.

We hope you find it engaging and interesting! Please let us know what you think by posting a comment or responding in our forums -- we'd love to hear from you!

Name: Quicksand
Race: L'na Dawn
Aspects: Body 7, Mind 5, Soul 3; Sex: Female aspect; Ht: 7' (at shoulder); Wt: 2000 lbs.
Character Description/Notes: Born of the wild stretches of sand and sun-burnt stone, Quicksand lives as free and fierce as the desert where Ai birthed her. She loved the hidden beauty and vitality the scorched land veiled, her eyes attuned to notice each mole, bat, and scorpion hidden in the shadows of the day. Quicksand rejoiced in dancing duels with sand sprites and racing other dawns over the vast plains, the constant cycle of blazing sun and frosty eve a continual procession of unquenchable life. She knew nothing better than basking in the warmth of her world, riding a draft in tune with the melodic thrum of Ai.

Playing Untold is all about the story. We've woven story-telling elements into the very core mechanics of the game, so its only natural for us to provide some stories, as guideposts along the way, for you: the fans. Over the past several month's we've amassed quite a large store of these stories, and we wanted to make it even easier for you to find them. So, without further ado, we present the Untold Fiction Index!

Rest assured that with each passing "Fiction Friday", we'll be updating this Index and who knows? Before long, you just might see an anthology or two... For now, however, please feel free to leave a comment below, or let us know what you think about our fiction in our forums - we'd love to hear from you!

by R. R. Hunsinger

"Death roams the world, seeking more than to steal a life.
   The malevolent force desires to incarnate itself into its own twisted minstrel, playing upon the souls of the condemned for an eternity of rotting horror."
         - Veteran patrolman to another generation of scouts

The lines between definite ending and new beginning blur in the realm of unlife the Event ushered into earth. Packs of horrid caricatures savagely expand their domain and numbers through the twisted reproduction of infection, slaughter. Prominent among the undead runs a horde of creatures known for their heart-puncturing screams and vicious bite. The gaunt, armless monsters move with alacrity, their clawed feet quiet on the cracked streets of ruined cities.

I am Cetacious, my people are the L'na, many of us are among you now since our worlds converged and I make my home here, in the warm waters near Battered Wreck it is a dangerous place. I am no teller of tales, but a protector, a guardian of the deeps and those that call the surface home. It is the way I have chosen. In order to fulfill that duty I must spin a tale, one that many will not find credible. But one that must be told, for the evil that dwells in the deeps is rising and the surface must be made aware.