Category Archives: Tales from the Swanky Boar

Short Story: Curators of Shadow

Posted on June 13, 2013 by J. Wade Harrell

In every age and incarnation of earth, man needs one of great principle, a person that can be counted on to possess and contain great power. From the small tavern of the Swanky boar to the modern plains of the United States, Shadow never rests and men of power cannot be trusted. Continue reading →

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Tales from the Swanky Boar: 2

Posted on May 28, 2013 by J. Wade Harrell

“So that is the story of this place,” Ivan the Lipless said sitting in his dark room of arcane tapestries before a table with a glowing prism and a handcrafted box of onyx. “That is what draws men to Thuron. There is a good living to be made here if men can endure its harshness and not run afoul of the thieves. When a man can no longer make a life in the civilized lands, he has no place to turn but Thuron. We get all the realm’s baggage, folks seeking asylum, if they can pass the test.” Continue reading →

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Tales from the Swanky Boar: 1

Posted on May 13, 2013 by J. Wade Harrell

The squeaky sign with the image of a boar wearing a long robe signified he had found the tavern renowned. The doors swung both ways and when he entered he sniffed the smoke and looked around the roomful of rugged reveling miners. There was music from a lute drifting from a dim corner but all about the room there were rugged men playing cards and bones except for the ones engaged in telling tall tales. Continue reading →

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