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
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 ... [Read more]
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 ... [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]
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]
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]
DargonZine 32, Issue 1
Editorial
Dargon is Doooooooooomed!! Sorry, I just had to get that out. We only published two issues last year. That's pretty bad. But things aren't as dark as they seem. It happens, every once in a while, that someone comes along and says “We’re doomed.” We’re doomed if we don’t start making games. We’re doomed if we don’t add cartoons. We’re doomed if we don’t create videos. Well, maybe someday we will be, but we’re not doomed yet. This year, we are celebrating the beginning of our 35th year of Dargon stories (our 34 year anniversary). We started out in volume 4, issue 1 of FSFNet, published in February of 1986. That’s before the internet even became The Internet. It’s before the World Wide Web. Before chat, cell phones, and smart TVs. To quote one of my favorite movies, “When I was a child, ...[Read more]
Current Stories
King’s Key Part 1
As Ashe Leavenfell eased his aching body from the saddle, he wondered that a dead man could make him travel so far. His life was rarely what he expected. He'd grown up thinking he was to be the next baron of Leavenfell, only to learn that his brother Roderick was actually the heir. He was really happier not being baron, though it was his ass, and not Roderick's, that had been in the saddle and headed for Dargon for the last five days. It was ... [Read more]
A View From Above: The Ocean
Simon awoke with a shock, then lay in his hammock for a long moment wondering what had awakened him. The warm island air smelled like smoke, sweat, and sea. Then it struck him ... he was alone. Ever since he had been marooned on the island days and days ago, there had always been at least one of the village children hanging about, day and night. Now he was alone in his hammock in the poor section of the great ... [Read more]