“It wasn’t him,” Cooper said matter-of-factly, methodically picking up the debris and rubble surrounding him—still wholly drenched but seemingly unbothered by this fact. “What do you mean, “It wasn’t him”?” Grendel asked dubiously. All three remained motionless, caught in a freeze-frame of mid-action, each still brandishing their weapons (or, in Connla’s case, her hands—which would … Continue reading Loot Mule: 06 – Articles of Agreement

“Half a year’s supply of ale pissed to the wind, an entire pier sitting at the bottom of the river, and enough splinters in my arse that I’ll be shitting planks for weeks!” Grendel was furiously pacing the tavern floor, kicking aside shards of broken glass and the partial remains of an exterior wall as … Continue reading Loot Mule: 05 – In a Bind

In an age before Ale there were two ‘Awakened Races’: Humans who had settled in the sweeping plains to the south, and the Elves who resided in the forested Wilderlands in the north. To say that they lived in harmony would be stretching the truth...but it wasn’t entirely false either. Instead, they treated each other … Continue reading Loot Mule: 04.5 – On the Topic of Dwelves

Cooper sat in the storage room. He was taking a moment’s respite under the dark and dank gloom, sitting atop one of the many towers of wooden kegs that lined the walls. The stuffy air smelt of stale ale and the ceiling dripped with moisture that puddled on the floor, nourishing the mould that doubled … Continue reading Loot Mule: 04 – To a Pier

“I can’t believe we’ve stooped this low,” said Maeve, the woman sitting to Carver’s left.  She sat slouching deep into her chair while mindlessly spinning a copper coin on the table. She was not as warmly dressed as Carver; wearing a collarless linen shirt that was a size too big and supposedly white—if she had … Continue reading Loot Mule: 03 – Two Pints and a Half-Pint