It took a few minutes for the King of Vlaanderen to get comfortable at a table in the middle of the main hall of the Howler House Tavern, and he remarked several times that his broken leg was causing him some discomfort. “That is how it is when you are an adventurer, isn’t it though?” … Continue reading The Adventures of King Carl the Squat and Prince Bortimer (Part 3)
Fantasy Fiction
Dragons, orcs, magic and quests
The Adventures of King Carl the Squat and Prince Bortimer (Part 2)
For the first two days of their absence nobody in Resurrection really paid much attention to the fact that King Carl and Prince Bortimer were long overdue from their mushroom gathering. On the third day somebody finally realized that nobody had seen them in a while and began to make inquiries. The first person they … Continue reading The Adventures of King Carl the Squat and Prince Bortimer (Part 2)
The Adventures of King Carl the Squat and Prince Bortimer (Part 1)
King Carl the Squat of Vlaanderen had found himself in an odd situation. A couple of weeks ago he had been living the good life in his palatial residence in his quaint and bustling capital city, Stonebridges. His was a calm and peaceful existence up until he had decided that in order to cement his … Continue reading The Adventures of King Carl the Squat and Prince Bortimer (Part 1)
Redemption Lost
Ferrik the half-orc had already cleared the pathway through the various offices so that his boss wouldn't have to be inconvenienced by any staff or misplaced furniture when he stormed in. It was a foregone conclusion that Ferrik's boss would be storming. He had already sent word that his trip had been derailed and that … Continue reading Redemption Lost
A Case to Present
The group that travelled along the road from the town of Resurrection towards Bozageest seemed a rather somber and thoughtful lot. It consisted of six men and one woman, each riding in relative comfort upon seven of the finest horses to be found in the Wenigzustand. They were dressed well but not garishly, and the … Continue reading A Case to Present
This Sickle is No Tool
She was known to those who sought her as "The Sickle", and this was the nickname her closest confidants used when speaking to her. She had leaned heavily into the role of a lone wolf early in her life and it hadn't been easy to break out of old habits even as her circumstances changed … Continue reading This Sickle is No Tool
Absurdity in Three Acts
Anyone who has spent significant time in Slothjemia has likely encountered the opera "The Huntsman's Lament", infamously composed by the orcish musician Snaglak Durz. While the entire production can be found being performed by travelling thespians or in local theaters being done by local talent, it is more common to find individual songs from the … Continue reading Absurdity in Three Acts
Building a Better Mouse Trap
There is a common misconception in life that the most frustrating thing is an adventurer trying to get past a cunningly diabolical trap designed to do them unspeakable harm. This might be true from the adventurer's point of view to be sure, but it isn't accurate. It is far more frustrating to be the person … Continue reading Building a Better Mouse Trap
A Gathering of Elven Kings
Here in the gardens of Havre d'Anges the rest of the world and its troubles seemed terribly far removed. This was a tranquil spot, guarded more by the divine power of God than any means employed by the elves themselves. While technically a part of Fanolania it wasn't subject to the normal rules of earthly … Continue reading A Gathering of Elven Kings
Abattoir
The flickering candles scarcely illuminated what seemed to be a shadowy, sinister cathedral. The pews were filled with wraith-like forms interspersed with what looked to be people cloaked in heavy, dark colored hooded robes. This was after all a somber and important occasion and all in attendance were cognizant of the weight this moment carried. … Continue reading Abattoir
Slothjemian Tales 
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