Fantasy Short Story Archive

  • In the southeastern reaches of the Iron Sands Desert, a wasteland of greyish brown reaches beyond the ability of any mortal to see. Vast, mountainous dunes of greyish sand roil and shift with the unbroken wind here in the interior desert where only the hardiest of mortals and titanspawn dare tread, such as the daring band of adventurers that happens to be escorting a three wagon caravan on its way to a village further north nestled between the Bonewind Hills and the northeastern reaches of the Titansforge Mountains. The guide of the caravan happened to also be the most important item of the inventory, an elven Sorcerer Priestess of Lethene named Arcaneaux on her way to visit one of the tribes […]

    The Blade of Chelaque, Chapter 1: Words of Freedom

    In the southeastern reaches of the Iron Sands Desert, a wasteland of greyish brown reaches beyond the ability of any mortal to see. Vast, mountainous dunes of greyish sand roil and shift with the unbroken wind here in the interior desert where only the hardiest of mortals and titanspawn dare tread, such as the daring band of adventurers that happens to be escorting a three wagon caravan on its way to a village further north nestled between the Bonewind Hills and the northeastern reaches of the Titansforge Mountains. The guide of the caravan happened to also be the most important item of the inventory, an elven Sorcerer Priestess of Lethene named Arcaneaux on her way to visit one of the tribes […]

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  • Down on the southern coast of Termana stands a lonely grey tower with a pier. A monolith against the drab brown and blue horizon as seen from the sea, but to the sea farer a likely welcome sight with its torches blazing at night, but by day a scant break in the horizon. This tower belongs to a little known wizard named Malagarn. The few who are aware of his name know him to powerful and eccentric, a conjurer of dire repute. To even fewer, he is good business, like the guards he keeps in his company. All know not to steal, for his memory is like a steel trap. One item out of place, and off comes the hand […]

    Demon in the Tower

    Down on the southern coast of Termana stands a lonely grey tower with a pier. A monolith against the drab brown and blue horizon as seen from the sea, but to the sea farer a likely welcome sight with its torches blazing at night, but by day a scant break in the horizon. This tower belongs to a little known wizard named Malagarn. The few who are aware of his name know him to powerful and eccentric, a conjurer of dire repute. To even fewer, he is good business, like the guards he keeps in his company. All know not to steal, for his memory is like a steel trap. One item out of place, and off comes the hand […]

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