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
Sowing Seeds Part 2
Awareness returned slowly. Although his eyes had yet to open, Aerimon began moving his arms and legs until he was tossing and turning. Soreness claimed his muscles and bones as ... [Read more]
Ol Tamboch Narhin, Thread 6: Building Fear
Fear affects everyone. It's part of being mortal, of being human. That is a basic truth: everyone is afraid of something. Fear can inhibit you, but that's not always a ... [Read more]
The Life and Death of Gillem Stonecutter
Gilvelle Marser stared in irritation at the man who sat across from him, wondering what his father would have thought of his situation. He was quite sure Tarell Marser had ... [Read more]
Jacer and Ratche’s Grand Plan
"It will work, I tell you!" Ratche rose from the table, walked to the open door and stood there looking outside. Sunlight streaming through the door flowed around him, illuminating ... [Read more]
Harvest Ale
Lord Clifton Dargon, Duke of Dargon, Admiral of the North Seas, twisted in his bed covers and curled up into a ball. He pulled the furs tighter about him, fending ... [Read more]
Sowing Seeds Part 1
Sweat cascaded down Aerimon Clyde's forehead, shoulders, chest, back, and arms as he held a wooden sword before him, the blade running parallel to his nose. His knuckles were bone-white ... [Read more]
Shadows of Dargon
Jem shifted slightly, moving his shoulders along the wall, so that his relaxed slouch allowed him to watch the man swagger down the street. He had felt the welling shock ... [Read more]
DargonZine 27, Issue 2
Editorial
It's that time of the quarter, again, and I'm expected to write another Editorial. (In truth, Liam will be sending me a scolding reminder e-mail any mene now, but I'm hoping I hit "Send" before he does.) (He actually had 12 hours to spare - L.) But where to start? We have a vast amount of possible topics, not least of which is my recent tradition of featuring specific Dargon authors each month. However, what with the impending Independence Day weekend (for those of us in the United States of America), I feel a more significant theme should emerge. But that would be rather egocentric of an American, wouldn't it, to impose his or her own celebration of Independence against a former foreign oppressor (who is now one of our greatest allies), while others around the world have no such ...[Read more]
Current Stories
What Cannot Be Tempered
Caeris, the mage, couldn't sleep. He lay quietly in the state between wakefulness and dreaming, tucked under the voluminous covers of a beautiful but overly lavish four-poster bed. The new High Mage, Alrik Vidor, had sent notice ahead and procured the night's lodging in Kenna for his students, the second of whom was to join Caeris shortly. The prior High Mage Marcellon had been incapacitated after the war, and it was presently unknown when, or if he would recover fully. ... [Read more]
Sowing Seeds 3
Pounding startled Aerimon awake. He was suddenly tense and ready to kill. The noise was coming from his front door. As he rolled from his cot and began moving down the ladder, grabbing a short blade before doing so, he noticed the broad shafts of light that speared through his home from an open window high up the back wall. It was past morning. He had slept quite late. "Aerimon!" came a muffled voice from beyond the door. "Open up! It's Kalen ... [Read more]