Pen name of Ira Robinson
The Stumble Inn is the last stop outside of Center before civilization ends.
Bula, the Half-Orc bartender, brooks no trouble and she has the means to make that happen.
Within the walls of the tavern one can find the Key-Bard, Serene Heart, one-time minstrel who no longer sings. She still has many stories to tell, though, and is glad to share them with anyone who comes along, especially if a coin or two are shared for the favor.
Step inside, take a seat. Avoid the goat... he gets drunk sometimes.
And mind your manners. Bula is always watchful.
This time of year is always hard for me. Now, I know what you’re going to say. The holidays are difficult for a lot of people, especially in this world we lived in, people disconnected from the roots that were once so important, and traumas became easier to understand. A…
I reach behind me again, trying to get it to stop, but the interminable itch just will not go away. At first, it was just a small thing, a little distraction in the middle of the day while I was at work, but it’s kept getting worse as the days…
My eyes fluttered open and met nothing but darkness. I don’t know if you’ve ever had the kind of haze on your brain after a long night of drinking, but it’s not a fun experience. The headache can pound and you feel like you’ve been run over by a pile…
“We can’t do this, Dran. You know it’s forbidden.” Dran looked to Sarai and nodded, but kept walking forward. Both had been there before, of course. They wore a path in the dirt with their constant pacing before the imposing face of it. Dran could see, even with the distance…
David knew he really had no choice but to follow through with what the spirit said, but the gravity of it all was overwhelming. “Do it.” The words echoed through his mind, flowing and ebbing with a throb. The gun in his hand was shaking slightly. He fought to regain…
I thought it would all be so simple. Just walk in, show a little steel, and walk out with everything I could ever want in hand. Of course, my bad luck just wouldn’t let that happen, now, would it? The day started out with a beautiful sky; the purples were…
For Glory’s sake I make my stand. For Honor’s cause I pull my blade. For Love’s embrace, I await the flood. For these things, and more, I fight to cleanse this land of the darkness which has ruled over us all for as long as any have been alive. My…
The wall of flames rose up again, this time almost growing out of control, as the man stood before it, willing it to grow ever stronger. As he laughed, he pointed to those around him, daring them to challenge him once again. None approached, not even a word was uttered…
