Welcome to Dargon
Welcome to Dargon! Dargon is a small, out of the way fiefdom of the Kingdom of Baranur, situated in the extreme northwest corner of the world. It's separated from the rest of the kingdom by a vast wood and a minor ... [Read more]
Welcome to Dargon! Dargon is a small, out of the way fiefdom of the Kingdom of Baranur, situated in the extreme northwest corner of the world. It's separated from the rest of the kingdom by a vast wood and a minor ... [Read more]
Redale waited on the starboard side of the Friendly Lion for the gangplank to hit the pier. No matter how hard he tried, he could not stand still. ... [Read more]
"Announcing His Lordship, Admiral of the Cold Seas, Keeper of the Northern Realm, the Duke of Dargon, Lord Clifton Dargon!" The room filled with the rustle of rising bodies and moving ... [Read more]
The wind was blowing straight up the Coldwell, and carrying a fine mist that soaked everything it touched. Tethered to the pier by a single line, the barge shook as ... [Read more]
Even as Baska's eyes registered familiar market stalls, vendors, and the glimpse of customers and goods flashing past in a blur, he felt the initial stabs of pain in his ... [Read more]
Nilson kicked a piece of wood the size of his fist with his right foot as he made his way along Main Street. It flew several feet forward and nearly ... [Read more]
"How have they driven away their fear?" Cefn an'Derin paced back and forth in his small library. His gaze swept back and forth across his collection of books, scrolls, tablets, and ... [Read more]
The village of Marrack's Crossing was aptly named. It amounted to little more than a gathering of houses at the meeting of two roads: a large trade road that led ... [Read more]
Over the course of the past six months or so, The Dargon Project has seen a small influx of new authors. This is very exciting for us, as we're always looking for more writers (the philosophy being, the more active writers we have, the more stories will be produced, and the more issues we can send to you, the readers). This also raises a small difficulty for us, however, as we have 25 years of back stories and written canon with which authors must be at least familiar, if not intimate. None of us knows *everything* in the back catalog, and even combined we probably only know (in our heads) about 85 to 90 percent of the material (which is why we have an extensive database, and timelines, and lots of other tools for ...[Read more]
"I think we can save the causeway!" Gilvelle Marser, Dargon's Master Architect, slapped his palm onto his desk to punctuate this joyous statement. He looked up from the plans he had been studying. "Cephas' Boot, Adjarn! All we need to do is ..." Sard Rilius, his new chief mason, only stared at him with sullen eyes. Gilvelle felt his cheeks redden as he realized what he had just done. "I-- I'm sorry, Rilius," he said. "I didn't mean --" "It doesn't matter, sir," ... [Read more]
Bards love to give their stories names, preferably interesting and memorable names. Since by some odd chance there are no bards involved in this one, it falls to me to supply its label. In the language of my birth, I present you with Ol Tamboch Narhin, the Chaos Tapestry. What? You don't need all of the dramatics? Too bad, my friend. I am the only one who can tell this tale, and I will tell it my way. Listen or don't, ... [Read more]