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Dargonzine 31-1 Editorial

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DargonZine 31, Issue 1

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One of the advantages of writing fiction in a medieval setting is the ability to know and understand all the technology in as much detail as you need. A quick Google search can reveal the secrets of making daub and wattle, or how to shoot a heading with an astrolab, or how to rig a sail, allowing the writer to use as much, or as little, technological detail in their writing as they desire. After all, the so-called "Dark Ages" ...

A View From Above: The Natives

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DargonZine 31, Issue 1

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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 routes. After a while, Simon moved to a larger ship that sailed far out to sea, navigating by the stars. That ship had been chartered for a trading run to the tropics. The voyage took months and ended badly with the ship foundering and the crew in small boats. The ...

Port of Call – Dargon

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DargonZine 31, Issue 1

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   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, Percy Talador. I am the captain of my own ship. I wanted to name her the Curse of Cirrangill, but the priests wouldn't let me. The bounty I got from a recent salvage mission was enough for me to buy a small ship. She isn't much, just ...

Dargonzine 30-3 Editorial

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DargonZine 30, Issue 3

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  Charleston, South Carolina, in November. Magical. That’s all I can say. It’s not just the incredible history, or the ghost tours, or the food and drink, or the people – who are wonderful and happy to see you – it’s the atmosphere. There’s a palpable … something … here. Maybe it’s the fact that the city is over 300 years old (which might not impress our foreign readers, but for Americans … this place is ...

A Tale Of Dark Magic

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DargonZine 30, Issue 3

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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 to ransack the second and third floors of his castle and gather his most prized belongings. Once they had everything they could move, Leashea shattered all the mirrors he used to travel to other places except for one. They took the stolen items with them when they left through the ...

Seeking The Stone

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DargonZine 30, Issue 3

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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 with a wool sock in it. From the taste, the sock had been on someone else's foot for at least a sennight. He tried to raise his head, but a fresh burst of agony made him think better of it. He put his hands to his head to try to ...

Dargonzine 30-2 Editorial

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DargonZine 30, Issue 2

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Well, it’s that time of year again – we just had our (sort of) annual Summit, which means I generally come back and write an editorial about the Summit. It’s easy, because I’ve got material ready at hand to discuss. The downfall is, it’s almost always the same: “I loved Summit, it was so great, it was awesome seeing everyone again and I got writing done!” Well … it’s true. I do love Summit. The ...

Amordante Prima

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DargonZine 30, Issue 2

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"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. He quickly scanned the baskets outside his stall, but they appeared just as full as always: Kimmian sweets in several, choler spice and various exotic herbs in others. He turned and smacked his apprentice, Ijabun, on the back of the head. "Keep your eyes open!" he said. Phaust caught the eye of ...

A View From Above: The Island

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DargonZine 30, Issue 2

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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 left side. It was Bighair, one of the village boys. He had managed to get himself flipped end over end, and one of his feet was under Simon's nose. This was not an unusual way for Simon to wake up on the island. He gently pushed the foot away. Bighair ...

Dargonzine 30-1 Editorial

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DargonZine 30, Issue 1

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Some folks say that variety is the spice of life, and if so, then it’s a variety of beliefs that create the spice of drama. After all, if everyone believed the same things, then everyone would get along, mostly, and there would be less conflict. And without conflict, there is no story to tell. Conflict isn’t just saying A versus B, however – in literature, you have to build believability behind the conflict, and put into perspective ...