"That.. would be excellent my friend."
Duffy unceremoniously slumps next to Darcey, leaning his head against the stone, closing his eyes and taking in the warmth emanating from the firepit, reminiscent of his voyage to Velika and the many bone chilling night at sea where good company and Darcey's stew were the only thing upholding his spirits.

Loved it, looking forward to reading the rest! Very well done.

I've been working on a website for our community solely for the purpose of sharing such stories.. should have it functional tomorrow, you'll be able to post your chapters yourself, or I'd be happy to do it for you, as well as putting the ebook version up. I'll shoot you a message tomorrow.

"What the - Titan's be damned! -" *a loud crash can be heard outside followed by a slew of profane remarks* "Who the hell put that there?!"
*slams the house door open, head held high with eyes shut and nose up to the sky sniffing the air, a nearly empty bottle of fire whiskey in hand, and the remaining strands of one of the house banners, still connected to the building, wrapped around his chest*
"I know that smell anywhere!"
*stumbles into the room, paying no heed to anyone else in the hall and making his way straight for Darcey's pot ... all the while, what was left of the house banner began ripping away from the wall*

(( buuuuump ))

Check out Legacy of Velik! Hope to see you out on the battlefield ^^

-Duffy

http://legacyofvelik.enjin.com/