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Amordante Prima

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DargonZine 30, Issue 2

By: Joseph Carney, and Victor Cardoso | Current Issue, Stories

"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

By: Jim Owens | Current Issue, Stories

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 ...

Death Blooms Part 3

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DargonZine 30, Issue 1

By: Keith English | Archive, Stories

Betrayed and crestfallen, I turn my vengeance to a broader scope. I have been prodded by vile fingers too often and too much. If I need to die to bring pain to Helena, Jayko, and all the rest, I'll do so gladly. There isn't a person in Makdiar who is free from the taint of evil. I'd cut it all out if I could. Iniquity will die, but it will suffer so very much before I let it.   ***   Kalen shifted uncomfortably ...

A Tale of Dark Revenge

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DargonZine 30, Issue 1

By: Joseph Carney | Archive, Stories

The deep silence of the darkest time of night filled the temple. Its main doors leading to the Street of Temples in Magnus stood open, allowing fresh night air to enter. Darkness shrouded the ceiling high above the altar. Flickering candles lit the sanctuary, highlighting shadows behind the altar veil. Pungent incense drifted in the air. A bowl made of beaten gold holding coins, gems, pieces of jewelry and other items, sat atop a marble pedestal before the altar. Somewhere within ...

Death Blooms Part 2

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DargonZine 29, Issue 2

By: Keith English | Archive, Stories

I've carved the hellish pieces out of wicked men until they begged for death. Certainly, I was meant for this. Had I the ability, I'd catch all of them. I'd go back and get the ones before me and I'd flay the evil from their bodies. I feel just and right in dismantling their bodies and minds. But I do not do it for some bastard god. Saren would be in my chair next if I could put him there. ...

A View From Above: Fishing

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DargonZine 29, Issue 2

By: Jim Owens | Archive, Stories

"Kami." Kami woke and opened his eyes, his slight movement causing his hammock to sway. It was dark inside the hut, and from all around he could hear the sound of his family sleeping. No light of dawn intruded through the doorway, but Kami knew it was time to start the day. He paused just a moment, wondering whose voice had awakened him. There was no one near, no one else awake yet. Kami did not believe in spirits, so it ...

Death Blooms Part 1

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DargonZine 29, Issue 1

By: Keith English | Archive, Stories

Filth, in every color, size, and dress comes through those doors. They pass thresholds of the Guard and proceed down to the dungeons to wallow in their own shit and squalor. I disgust them because they know my legacy; it has been short thus far, but loud. I disdain them for they are unfit to enjoy life. They deserved those damp, odiferous, confining cells from the day they even thought to commit their evils. Now, I'm not sure if they ...

Drunken Treasure – A Sea Story

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DargonZine 29, Issue 1

By: Joseph Carney | Archive, Stories

Two ships sat abreast, gently rising and falling on the waves of the Valenfaer Ocean a few leagues to the north-east of Dargon. One was a small fishing boat, the other a three-masted schooner. A red pennant flew from the main mast of the larger vessel telling everyone who saw it she was a pirate ship. Two heads broke the surface of the ocean about three hundred feet away from the ships. "Where did ship come from?" Danae asked. Her voice sounded ...

Nessis Romen Gets a Date

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DargonZine 28, Issue 2

By: Jim Owens | Editorials, Stories

The fall of night is always a mysterious and dangerous time. Across the city of Dargon people work to complete tasks and chores before the setting of the sun and the loss of the day's light make work difficult or impossible. Oil lamps and candles and torches can extend the day by a bit, maybe by a bell or two, but it is best to work by day and sleep by night. Such is the rhythm of life. Not everyone, ...

Cursed 2

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DargonZine 28, Issue 2

By: Keith English | Archive, Stories

Dead men were not an uncommon thing in Dargon, whether the corpses turned up on the beaches or the streets at the heart of the city. What was unordinary, however, was when the dead got back up and made off with those who had discovered them. Somewhere across the Valenfaer, a man, who was supposedly dead when two boys found him, held one of them captive. Where the dead man was going and why he had taken the boy, Perry, was ...