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Cydric and the Sage 1

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DargonZine , Issue

By: Victor Cardoso | Gallery

Shore Leave 1

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Tough Healing 2

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DargonZine , Issue

By: Victor Cardoso | Gallery

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DargonZine 22, Issue 2

By: Jim Owens | Archive, Gallery, Stories

Danae trudged down the path, a fruit-filled bucket at each end of the yoke she carried on her shoulders. Below on the beach, one of her shipmates, Kitley by name, was seated on the trunk of a fallen tree chopping some of the fruit she had already carried down from the forest. She watched as he worked, his hand a blur as he wielded the massive knife. Other than the hand, his body was motionless. He looked cool and comfortable, ...

For Want of a Nail …

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DargonZine 19, Issue 9

By: Dafydd Cyhoeddwr | Archive, Gallery, Stories

Caryle pulled tight the knot holding the last roll of blankets to the back of his saddle, and stood back to survey his packing job. He nodded to himself, pleased. The saddlebags bulged with supplies and there were four rolls of blankets piled on his mount's withers. He was ready for anything his journey might throw at him; he was sure of it. The young man drew in a deep breath, filling his nose and chest with the cold air of ...

Tough Healing

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DargonZine 19, Issue 7

By: Dafydd Cyhoeddwr, Liam Donahue, and Jim Owens | Archive, Gallery, Stories

Lilike walked toward the gates of Dargon Keep late on the last day of the mid-year festival of Melrin. She watched wistfully as well-dressed couples wandered happily away from the keep; she would have loved to have attended the Melrin Ball as they had, but as the mere apprentice of Rebecca the healer, she wasn't one of those who was privileged enough to receive an invitation. Cavendish the scribe, whose house she was watching for the sennight, had given her ...