The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement

Errol hadn’t always been an innkeeper. In his youth he knew of himself as a lumberjack, his days spent joyously forging through the mighty pine forests of Velik and walking unafraid of the dangers that existed in every action. He had wrestled with wolves for the warmth of a knitted cap, he had seen unfellable … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: Rats in the Basement →

Life in the Stormfront

'Gods man! There are maggots in the tea.' The outpost was squalid, a tent, constructed with vapid disinterest, had been fully saturated by the morning's rain and did more to bathe the sleeping occupant than it did to passably shelter them. From the depths of the sodden canvas a rasping snore was heard and could … Continue reading Life in the Stormfront →

The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift

In a quiet glade of rolling meadow, lay a peaceful lane whose serenity made the local library sound like a blacksmithy. Such was the serenity held within of this nook of draping willow, that travellers could not help but to pause here, breathing in the air and wishing that there was a teahouse nearby to … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Highwayman’s First Shift →

Turbine West: Part 8

'They made a mistake, a series of mistakes. Every decision that has led to this very moment has been a mistake and I disagree with the entire prospect of it continuing,' letting the formal request for transfer fall to the ground, Helma was outraged by a combination of a frustration and blazing pride for one … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 8 →