Short Stories


The Tale of Merlock the Blue

Chapter one: The Purple Dragonling There was still as much green as there was brown in the tall grasses, and the patches of bluebells had not yet retired for the year.  A bespectacled young man…





Arthion’s Travels – Entry # 17624

They surrounded us and yelled for us to surrender before them. I never particular cared for kobolds. I spoke in their tongue and told them if they leave we would spare their lives. That seemed…