Gods, I hate the cold. Ashlee lay with the blanket tucked up tight around her neck, the top of her head the only part visible, not wanting to get out of the warm bed. She heard Tori moving around in the kitchen and hoped she’d laid a fire to warm the house. Ashlee threw the … Continue reading Storms
I wrote this as a contest entry on a writing site I belong to. I don’t remember the prompt, but the idea of a “hub of the multiverse” for some of my stories intrigued me, so I ran with it. Here is my hub, The Jaunty Mug. I hope you like it. When customers enter, … Continue reading Introducing: The Jaunty Mug
As I learn the writing craft, I've spent a lot of time on a site called writing.com. The site offers writers a place to hone their skills and get feedback on their stories and poems. Over the years, I've taken part in many of the daily contests the site offers. This is one of the … Continue reading The Parcel
As the new year begins, you’ll see some changes in the Tavern Tales. Quotes will continue to fill the void on days I have nothing to say, or life has overwhelmed me to distraction. Sundays, you’ll see more of the stories I have written and polished. I posted some of those stories on this site … Continue reading Changes on the Horizon
The group left Suncall early in the afternoon. They made their first camp at the spot where they agreed to meet Geordo. The man had moved on to Irewick, according to his message marker. As they traveled, Skrie got used to the harness she and Malusk had made in Suncall. It allowed her to ride … Continue reading The Road to Irewick
As Skrie headed up the stairs, a woman appeared at the top. “I have to thank you for losing my lead for me,” the half-elf said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I’ve been tracking her for over a week and you show. Now she’s gone. The way I see it, you owe me.” Skrie looked … Continue reading Preparations
Early the next morning, Skrie headed to the common room to the aroma of coffee, bacon, sausage, and fresh bread permeating the inn. Della was at the bar, getting ready for the morning breakfast. She looked up as Skrie entered. “Good morning, Miss Skrie,” she said. “Breakfast ain’t quite ready. Would ye like some cider, … Continue reading Kidnapped
Skrie sneaked down the stairs and skirted the wall behind some crates, looking for Filice. She didn’t see her, but caught Dayne’s eye as he tended to the bar. The two stepped back into a kitchen storage room. “A half-elf woman and young boy brought food to our room,” said Skrie. “Someone laced it with … Continue reading Chasing Shadows
When they got settled into the suite, Malusk made sure the door was locked, then sat the party around the room’s small table. The big half-orc was visibly anxious and even a bit embarrassed, to Skrie's reckoning. His big hands were wrapped around a large tankard of dark ale as he locked eyes with each … Continue reading Malusk’s Confession
The following day, the group had a hot breakfast, cleaned out their temporary shelter, gathered their gear, and headed to the village. “You survived!” said Jorund, running up to the group. “After a fashion,” said Skrie. “I’m afraid the cultists weren’t kind to the village.” “Ye again,” said Sheriff Varla, approaching the growing knot of … Continue reading Return To Suncall
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