You are probably wondering about Lyman right now. Where is he? What is he doing? Did he throw any solid oak doors around today? Or at least some chairs? In fact, the answer is really quite boring. Lyman was picking his teeth with a chicken bone and sighing happily...
The Urickh Town Sheriff had been alerted of the outlawed woman, and was on the lookout for her, knowing she would probably show up in his town. In fact, the sheriff was waiting by the edge of the woods when the woman herself reached Urickh. She stepped out of the...
Pete Snard was a personable young man, friendly even while The Green Bean, a week after the night at the inn, delivered him to the Tinytown dungeons. Pete was very kind to Lyman. He never complained of the uncomfortable bindings securing his hands, or the bumpy,...
Far away, in the neighboring kingdom of Wigginsvin, a woman was in a building. She was only thirty years old. She was still young, pretty, and timid. She backed away from the glaring, tall soldier, and bit her lip. “Please, sir, I didn’t do nothing. I-I was only...
In truth, all the bounty hunter had wanted was the poster, but, in his frustration at the pure stupidity of everyone in general, he had gotten sidetracked and smashed the door, and the table, and the cashier, and the painting, and all the rest. He had had a hard day....
The rickety sign creaked as it swung in the autumn gust. Russet leaves fluttered through the air, telling of the colder months soon to come. The faded letters on the sign drooped in an odd way, so that even the jolly-sounding words 'The Measly Onion' looked rather old...