The Path to Power
Tyrus Vage trudged up a steep forest path, stumbling over roots and loose stones. His legs ached, and his right knee had stiffened; a lance of pain shot through it every time he tried to bend it. The pain was ... [Read more]
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
Ol Tamboch Narhin, Thread 7
Baranur and Beinison have long been enemies. Political differences, ideological divergences, territorial imperatives: all have had a part in their continued conflict. Both nations are strong now, ... [Read more]
The Path to Power
Tyrus Vage trudged up a steep forest path, stumbling over roots and loose stones. His legs ached, and his right knee had stiffened; a lance of pain shot through it ... [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 ... [Read more]
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 ... [Read more]
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]
DargonZine 27, Issue 4
Editorial
Writing editorials is a bit like writing stories for Dargon, but with a lot less peer review, and I don't have to conform to any set pattern, historical information, or what have you. It's freeing, really. But while they sometimes fly off the page, there are other times when writing the editorial is like drilling out my own cavities, and purposely not using Novocain. Not fun. So, in the instance that the editorial is not striking me like a flash of Zeus' bolt into my brain, I tend to go out and read a bit of other writers' works and commentary. This month, I found an article that espoused a belief to which I've historically clung, even if I haven't always practiced (but isn't that always the case?) The idea is this: if you're ...[Read more]
Current Stories
Fleeing Fears
"Blackspot!" The word rang in Padron's ears. A plague! Ol's balls, another plague! He had to run, he -- A hand grasped his shoulder, hard. "Look out, you! Do you want to get run down?" A heavyset guard in an ill-fitting uniform jerked Padron out of the way of a horse. Padron did not know the man's name. The rider stopped his horse right in the middle of the group of guards. Padron looked up to see the uniform of a Town Guard ... [Read more]
Insecurities
Birds hailed the morning with their musical language as the Ober sun crested the distant mountains and set the city of Dargon alight with dawn's glow. I led my finely-dressed guests Ril Alnik, captain of the merchant ship Sorilyar, and his wife Sefshon into the warehouse that contained my private vault. The Fifth I shipping house was already busy with my men scurrying about, taking notes on sheets of vellum and hauling goods to various storage areas within the compound ... [Read more]