The Curse of Gary (Part 125)

Victor found himself in a dark, musty wine cellar. He still had the scimitar the wolf knight had given him, but every other trace of the great hall was gone. Tall wooden racks, cradling hundreds of dusty wine bottles, spanned the walls. A small candle in each corner of the room cast a feeble light.... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 113)

He jumped back and laughed. "Whoa! That was close." A thin mist of dust settled around the knight's hollow severed hand; Victor crouched and lifted the gauntlet with both hands. "Good grief, that's heavy." As he turned the gauntlet to try it on, a pang shot through his left shoulder and he dropped the armour;... Continue Reading →

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