Adventures in Fantasy | Scribe of Worlds

The Poor Man’s Purse

Another story? Well, I suppose you have been very good today, but I don’t… Very well. Come, sit awhile. I…

To places that greet you with a smile and a wave, and make you feel at home even when you’re…

Restraints on his wrists, ankles. A struggled step forward; the sensation of falling and the cold concrete against his face.…

He noticed them before they approached. It was a group of four, trying to act casual by letting their gaze…

Radarack Berhungdar, Sampyon of Beirshaire, had never felt rage or humiliation this deeply before. Even when pitted against his Ustad,…

“Welcome to the Fountain of Youth!” T’s gaze swept up, studying the broad figure in front of him. He had…

The air was cold and damp. It hung in Elliot Guilderbrand’s mouth as he forced it in and out, trying…

The shot echoed throughout the caverns, freezing Stef’s blood. “Get back,” he hissed, pushing Izza behind an outcropping. He looked…

Are we there yetttt?” Tinker asked, stretching the syllable like it was a piece of well-chewed gum. Tebrick Abridd, leaning…

You’re looking for a story? Very well, I will share with you a mythos. What’s a mythos? Well, it’s a…