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Stories in the series "Malice"

# 1: Malice Part 1

By: | DargonZine 15, Issue 4

"Good morning, Father," Ludovic said as he sat down at the table where his father, Einar, was finishing his breakfast.   "Well, to what do I owe the honor of your company, and at breakfast, no less?" Einar asked as he picked up his mug. He was a merchant who dealt in gems and jewelry, a widower of long standing, well-known in Dargon for the quality and rarity of the gems he carried.   Father and son shared a faint resemblance: brown hair and ... [ Read More ]

# 2: Malice Part 2

By: | DargonZine 15, Issue 5

Donato, a young man who worked as manservant to Burian, son of Einar, a gem-merchant in Dargon, hurried down the Street of Travellers. He was concerned, for he had received a message from his sister's employer, Ballard Tamblebuck, proprietor of the Inn of the Serpent where she worked as a waitress, that she needed help. The bald, no-details message had cost him a sleepless night and he had set off as early as he could.   He entered a large, dirty building ... [ Read More ]

# 3: Malice Part 3

By: | DargonZine 15, Issue 6

"Did Ludovic kill Burian?" Ballard Tamblebuck asked as he straightened the last table in the common room at the Inn of the Serpent. He pulled out a chair and sat down with a sigh, wiping perspiration off his bald pate; he needed some rest, for he had been hard at work in and around the inn since the first bell of the day.   "Oh no. They don't think Ludovic did it." The instant reply came from his friend, Farquhar, a young ... [ Read More ]

# 4: Malice Part 4

By: | DargonZine 15, Issue 7

Sergeant Cepero sighed and stretched at his desk. He was in his office in the guardhouse, one that he shared with two other sergeants in the Town Guard. It was a large room with three desks taking up much of the room's middle. Two sides of the room had wooden shelves filled with ledgers, and wooden boxes stacked haphazardly, while the room's only window overlooked the front entrance to the building and let in the dwindling sunlight.   A knock on the ... [ Read More ]