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

It was widely known in the lands of Dinidae that the state of a tavern’s sign was a fair indication of the quality of ale served within. A general list of priorities for any decent tavern-keeper (and, similarly, any patron within) would be: signage, brewing, waitstaff, smoke leaf, bards, keg-runners… and stools being somewhere near … Continue reading Loot Mule: 02 – The Drunkard’s Colic

The chime of a wind-beaten bell rang softly through the dense smog, which clung to the water’s surface of the Mistweave Canal’s. A boat, narrow and flat in shape, silently skimmed the shallow waters; helmed by a figure muffled under a thick cloak which draped his body and hooded his face; shielding him from the … Continue reading Loot Mule: 01 – Mister Syn