Welcome to Dargon
Welcome to Dargon! Dargon is a small, out of the way fiefdom of the Kingdom of Baranur, situated in the extreme northwest corner of the world. It's separated from the rest of the kingdom by a vast wood and a minor ... [Read more]
Past Stories
Port of Call – Dargon
On New Year's Eve, my ship named the Breath of Cirrangill sailed into Dargon harbor with the early morning tide. That's right, my ship. Me, ... [Read more]
A View From Above: The Natives
Simon had been a simple deckhand when he first set sail from home. That ship, the Lilith, never sailed far out of sight of land, plying the local trade ... [Read more]
Seeking The Stone
Gilvelle Marser, Dargon's master architect, woke to a throbbing pain in his skull. Each pulse threatened to push his eyes out from the inside. His mouth felt like he'd slept ... [Read more]
A Tale Of Dark Magic
Standing in the hallway outside of his study, Sandore watched a group of thieves looting his home. The leader of the thieves was his granddaughter, Leashea. She directed the thieves ... [Read more]
A View From Above: The Island
Simon woke because there was a foot in his face. It was a small foot, and placed without malice, for the owner thereof was still asleep himself, tucked under Simon's ... [Read more]
Amordante Prima
"Aways! Thief!" Phaust al Kallor grabbed for the shadow boy’s collar, only to be left with empty hands and the little criminal’s backside disappearing amongst the crowd in Market Square. ... [Read more]
A Tale of Dark Revenge
The deep silence of the darkest time of night filled the temple. Its main doors leading to the Street of Temples in Magnus stood open, allowing fresh night air to ... [Read more]
DargonZine 31, Issue 2
Editorial
It’s Summit Time!! Yep! That’s right, my favorite time of year, even if we don’t hold the Summit as annually as we would like. Sometimes it’s hard getting even just a few of us together. But here it is again, when several of the still-intrepid, not-quite-as-young-as-we-used-to-be authors of the Dargon Project convene, en masse, on a singular location to talk Dargon, socialize, play games, explore the region, potentially learn something new, and generally waste time while we pretend to write. And sometimes we get a lot of writing done. Almost every Summit ends up being highly productive for me, and if nothing else, I can look forward to 72 hours of concentrated Dargon thinking, talking, and joking, which tends to open up the creative pipes in my otherwise not very creative lifestyle. Being older, a dad, and a “responsible adult” leaves me with less time than I used to when I was single ...[Read more]
Current Stories
Between Mallet and Slab
Battered and exhausted, Gilvelle Marser sat on the cold flagstones and watched the slim man stalk away, thinking about how close he had just come to dying at that man's hand. He continued to sit for another moment, regaining his breath, and scanning the courtyard that had just been a battleground. He thought that he and his two companions, Celia and Cael of the Town Guard, might be the only ones left alive after the departure of the slim man. The courtyard, part of a former ... [Read more]
A Tale of Dark Endings
Wherever Vanshans went, Banewood was not far behind. He followed him when Vanshans left his tower in the Darst Mountain Range and traveled to Magnus. Banewood waited, watching from nearby while Vanshans searched for Stevenic nunneries. He watched as Vanshans had the body of a noble's son secretly placed in a room inside the nunnery. When Vanshans left Magnus, making the six-month journey to Dargon, Banewood was on the next barge heading for Shark's Cove. Vanshans might be a day or three ahead of him, but ... [Read more]