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
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]
Ol Tamboch Narhin, Thread 5: The Rigors of War
A country often has a characteristic for which it is known, such as Lederian wine, or Mandrakan marble. At times, opinions vary on the defining feature: Comarr is ... [Read more]
The Killing Time
Kryna woke to sunlight streaming through the open slats of a shuttered window. Where was she? She tried to remember the night before, but her mind was still foggy with ... [Read more]
For A Slice of Apple Pie
The Ober night air was cool. A dense fog rose from the Coldwell filling the streets alongside the river. Despite the nasty conditions, the weather did nothing to ... [Read more]
Ol Tamboch Narhin, Thread 4: Shaping Moonglow
Art is the communication of an idea from one to another. Everyone creates art just by giving voice to their own thoughts, though few see simple conversation in that ... [Read more]
DargonZine 26, Issue 5
Editorial
I set myself into my new favorite "writing position" just prior to starting this creative session. It entails lying on my couch with my back against an armrest, my legs extended over the far cushions, and my lovely Series 9 laptop -- appropriately -- sitting in my lap as I type away. Waiting patiently between words is a glass of Tempranillo on the coffee table, just within reach, and the rest of the bottle is a tad beyond it in case I finish the glass before I finish the editorial. "This is the writer's life," I think to myself. I try to ignore the fact that I put in a fifty- to sixty-hour week working for a federal contractor during the day, and that the bottle and glass on the coffee table are surrounded by the detritus of my children's recent ...[Read more]
Current Stories
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 tiny motes of dust floating in the air. "No one will know if we're careful. How could they?" It was the 28th of Ober. Jacer and Ratche were alone in the communal room they shared with the others who worked for the Rattler. Their jobs were to keep the streets of ... [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 never had to deal with a role like this. Diplomat to the foreign stoneworkers was no job for Dargon's master architect, but Gilvelle had his orders from the duke. The strangeness of these stoneworkers, the Doravin, didn't help the situation. This one had just said something unintelligible. Gilvelle was anticipating ... [Read more]