Chapter III: A Quest… of Sorts

No sooner had this Tù-bïdi Herling hustled away from GaGa’s (he didn’t want to be seen in this part of town) but two frightened human heads appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Who’s that?” said Mills.

“I didn’t steal those chickens, I just had fun chasing em,” said Gramm.

“Come down here, both of you.” GaGa said. Her tone was serious. The children crept down the stairs as if a creaking step might still somehow alert the swaggering dwarf so recently and rudely met. The kids nervously followed GaGa as she walked outside to join Duae. “Sister*, would you go and see what this fuss about a party is all about?” Continue reading “Chapter III: A Quest… of Sorts”

Chapter II: Robbers and Rogues

Trouble had occurred during the night, and by the time a weak sun was well clear of the Western horizon the tale of that trouble had spread like a nose-drip through the town.

On the night of the red moon no storm had come, no lightning split the dark nor thunder spilled frail old men from their beds. All through the night streaks of cloud had raced swiftly across the sky, obscuring and discovering the ominous rust-colored moon which hung above the village. The wind wickered across the fields around ToadChapel, but it was not quite savage. It drove on through the night, as if on some mission of grave importance. Continue reading “Chapter II: Robbers and Rogues”

Chapter I: Blood Moon

This story begins with ribbons of grey cloud gliding quickly across an Autumn evening above a small village named ToadChapel.

It was the kind of village that bigger towns would call names. So they called it ToadChapel. The unimaginative locals mostly didn’t call it anything at all, since few of them had ever travelled more than a day or so from their homes. Where else would they talk about? Continue reading “Chapter I: Blood Moon”

Tales from ToadChapel

In a small village quite far from just about anywhere, the good people of ToadChapel live out their lives much as their grandparents’ grandparents did. The rest of them do too.

Change comes drifting slow to ToadChapel, but in that place an unlikely and unusual community of many races mingles the sundered and meandering streams of humanity, to say nothing of other decent and sociable types. No one really goes to ToadChapel, they just end up there.

You can find all sorts in this village, just like anywhere else. Continue reading “Tales from ToadChapel”