Fables

The light from the hearth’s roaring flame contends with the shadows creeping across Dr. Wolf’s townhouse walls, much like the war that is happening in Dr. Wolf’s mind. The Wolf and the Man go round and round, gaining and ceding ground in the Doctor’...

The Barkeep tightens down the last strap across the rum and bourbon barrels in the back of his wagon. The Distiller had provided them several large barrels of rum and bourbon, enough to last for several months on the open seas. The Distiller worked ...

It is getting dusky dark and the Baker is just about to close up shop. The only thing he is waiting on is his cinnamon rolls to finish in the oven. The smell of baking dough, warm cinnamon, and sweet vanilla fill the air. On any other weekday, h...

The Mystic Wave was a party barge for the past week. The Hero and Captain Crimson sailed the coast of the realms, making port every evening to enjoy the locale of the coastal cities. The Captain and crew made landfall at sunset and stayed out far in...

“Well of course for spiritual reasons, what other reasons could there be,” retorts the Gunslinger sarcastically. “I bet we get ran out of here before we ever set foot through the door.”

That was fine with the Distiller, as a creative fellow, the Distiller had many interests. One of those interests is the one we find the Distiller participating in tonight.

“No siree. I ain’t doin that. No. Nun-uh. Ain’t happening,” says the Gunslinger. He’s laying in the back of the Scribe’s horse-drawn carriage, legs crossed, hat tilted down over his face, trying to sneak in some rest during this long trek. The Scrib...

The booming voice echoes through the tavern. Whoever hadn’t cleared out of the tavern during the ruckus, slowly begins seeking an alternate exit, away from the mountain-of-a-man advancing through the doorway. 

Or was it better to recklessly pursue justice, purging the muck and filth that haunted the city by night? It was incredibly irresponsible. The things he did, the things he does...but it’s not him.

The Marksman, in the quiet of the hills, falls deep into old memories. The Marksman hails from a quiet, sleepy village in the southern realm. The village was situated in the valley of the three mountains with plentiful forests and streams. The only ...