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Death Blooms Part 1

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DargonZine 29, Issue 1

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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

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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

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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

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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 ...

Ol Tamboch Narhin, Thread 8: The Skipping Stone

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DargonZine 28, Issue 1

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Circles, loops, spirals, cycles -- all of nature seems to love this shape, from the circle of the seasons to the very cycle of life itself. Curving, bending, swooping all seem more nature-like, more natural, if you will, than the straight, level lines of roads, and the hard barriers of walls. Of course, there isn't anything inherently unnatural about linearity or flatness: mountain cliffs are flat, and tree trunks grow straight up, after all. Perhaps the perception comes, ...

Cursed 1

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DargonZine 28, Issue 1

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Blue waves of saltwater rose from the Valenfaer Ocean and then sprinted up Dargon's beach to surround the ankles of two young boys. The sun reflected off the rollicking surface in flashes of bright light. The boys ran along the beach, weaving in and out of the surf and away from the ominous cave at their backs. Perry had just finished telling Dom of the terrible things that the Death Rattler delved into within that dark cave. The boys had ...

Fleeing Fears

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DargonZine 27, Issue 4

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"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 ...

Insecurities

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DargonZine 27, Issue 4

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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 ...

The Path to Power

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DargonZine 27, Issue 3

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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 centered on an old wound, given to him by a spying little gypsy boy. His boots, made for riding not hiking steep trails, had raised blisters on his feet that stung with every step. He was tempted to go barefoot, ...

Ol Tamboch Narhin, Thread 7: Far From Home

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DargonZine 27, Issue 3

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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, and even despite the fact that Baranur does not exist in a constant state of war-readiness, the more northern kingdom was able to defeat the empire in their last clash in 1013 and 1014. Some 120 years ago, though, when the two nations previously came to open war, it was a ...