Mark G. Manley

“Get out!” “Wait, Alastarian,” The Shewish Giant exclaimed, his raised hands pleading. “Gromp want one more mushroom mead for da road.”...

“Why did you drag some hungry peasant in here?” General Pol called out in Rathiri, scratching his chin and glancing at the new arrival. ...

“Come back soon!” My‑re called out to the merchant group as they hastily left. Gromp followed them to the door, seeming satisfied with...

General Pol pulled over two potato sacks of garbage behind the bar. “Take out the trash.” “You take out the trash.” General Pol...

My‑re approached the curved bar at the back of the Broken Sword tavern, a place of unique charm and character. “Three more mushroom meads...

“Welcome to the Broken Sword tavern,” My‑re phonetically said to General Pol. General Pol repeated the phrase but struggled with a slow,...

The following day after her bruising first match on the Isle of the Eye, My‑re strolled down the main road into Willow Beach, a little...

“Welcome to the Skull Squadron stable and your new home,” Captain Darien said, checking a scroll he was carrying with the list of names...

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 wagon driver named Chuck. She half-listened to his constant monologue...