“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you have never heard of Smythe Carradam.” “I swears it to you, I ain’t never heard the name.” The old man looked at the thing at the end of his fists. It was sobbing and crying and smelled like a puddle of piss. It wasn’t a … More Smythe Carradam
On a normal night the Black Canary, the only pub in Coal Town, was a dreary place, full of sour beer and sour people. It was for that special breed of working class that felt life was against them. This sentiment matched a majority of the populace of Coal Town. The usual patrons considered themselves … More The First Chapter of Deadly Troubadours
The outdoor market is not a good place to attempt to escape from city guards. For one thing it is very crowded, or at least crowded enough to make make speedily wriggling past others difficult. Also, despite the flimsiness of same of the tables the outdoor market hosts a large amount of valuable merchandise. Topple … More Demetrius Tate in the Marketplace
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