Mark G. Manley

“We need a healer!” Rao of the Skull Squadron stable disembarked from the small craft arriving to Willow Beach on the Isle of the Eye. ...

“Get out!” “Wait Alastarian. Gromp want one more mushroom mead for da road,” Gromp the Shewish Giant requested. “No, the tavern’s...

“What’s your name?” My-re of the Health Alteration squad asked the kid whom she just pulled into the Broken Sword Tavern from behind the...

“Come back soon!” My-re called out to the merchant group as they hastily left the Broken Sword Tavern. The Shewish Giant, Gromp, emerged...

“Take out the trash!” “You take out the trash. I’m a Lord Protector.” “So am I.” My-re of the Health Alteration Squad brow furrowed...

“Three more mushroom meads for the Shewish Giant’s table!” My-re of the Health Alteration Squad called out over the din of conversation...

“Welcome to the Broken Sword Tavern,” My-re of the Health Alterations Squad said to General Pol of the Skull Squadron stable. General Pol...

My-re of the Health Alteration Squad strolled down the main road into Willow Beach reading Galen Shanmarrik spy column in last turn’s...

“Welcome to your new home,” said Deth from Above from the Skull Squadron stable, as he opened the door to My-re of the Health Alteration...

My-re and the Rirorni, General Pol, stood on the shore of the Lake of Mists with crates of supplies watching four boats approach. One...

“All roads lead to the Isle of the Eye.” My-re glanced at the old caravan driver, named Chuck. She half-listened to his constant dialogue...