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The longest day of the year was a special moment. A time of meetings. A time of power. Of magic. On the day of the Summer Solstice, The Wandering Inn was filled with the grieving. A lost young woman who was neither dreaming, nor dead. Disaster. And broken promises. Lyonette had not left the inn. […]

The hilltop in the garden lay in silence. The bright air seemed dimmer. Certainly—colder. Frost rose, from where the bier lay. Just a plinth of smooth stone, covered in a sheet of ice. A body lay on it. Her hands were crossed. But those who had put her there had done little else. They had […]

Can you feel it? Sense it in the air? The Fraerling hummed as he adjusted the doublet in the morning. He checked his reflection in the full-length mirror, barely more than a compact for anyone else. He was the most famous Fraerling in the world. The only one with a name, really. One that remained. […]

(A podcast talking about The Last Tide is out, featuring one of our Discord moderators, Blue Juice! Check it out here!)   War had come to Terandria. Ailendamus vs the Dawn Concordat. It was one of several wars in the world. But this was an actual war on the ground, rather than a war in […]

(The author is on their monthly break! The story will be back on December 5th, or December 8th for Public readers!)   The Meeting of Tribes. Mrsha stopped playing teleport-tag in the inn and looked up. The other Gnolls looked up, ears perking. Many were City Gnolls. Or—straddled the brink between City and Plains Gnoll. […]

A day had passed since the run that defined Izril, for a moment. No—just a night. And what a sleepless night, for so many. The electric shock of adrenaline in the veins, the excitement. The grief and fury and satisfaction of victory—all of that mixed together in the body, both chemical, emotional, until sleep was […]

They had four hours, in the night, before they were found again. Two precious hours, snatched by the transformation, and then two more after that. They had made slower progress as horses, ironically. They had to act like…horses. And they were slow because Ryoka threw up about fifty times over the course of the first […]

Memento mori. It meant, in the way of such odd phrases that remained in the common tongue, ‘remember death’. It could be art, a symbol, an event— To Lady Bethal Walchaís, it had been the sight of the famous pink carriage, overturned, broken. That was when she had known the Guild of Assassins was a […]

On that day, it began with meetings. The Wandering Inn was as of yet dark as the Worker crept up through the inn. He noted how messy it was as he edged through the common room. No blood, though. Which Bird took to be a good sign. He hadn’t been here. He had, in fact, […]

(The Wandering Inn, Volume 3 – Part 1 is up on Amazon! Check it out and consider leaving a review—the audiobook should begin recording in January, 2021!)   The wind blew in her hair, lifting it up and letting it stream behind her. Not at her back, and not blowing so hard that it was […]

(The Wandering Inn, Volume 3 – Part 1 is up on Amazon! It took a little bit to get through the review process, but it’s for sale right now! And the audiobook will hopefully begin work in January! Remember, this is Part 1 of Volume 3, not the entire Volume! Look for Author’s Notes for […]

(The Wandering Inn is on break until November 3rd for the author’s hands! November 7th for non-Patreon readers. See you then!)   Here’s a fun fact for you that I learned today: people are really scared of little girls. Okay, I was aware of this. There’s…commonalities between worlds. For instance, I’m aware of evil little […]

On the fifth day of their sickness, Tyrion Veltras snapped. He summoned Jericha, his [Majordomo], Ullim, and gave them a single order. “Watch over Sammial and Hethon. I am going to secure an [Alchemist].” The Circle of Thorns had left a mark on House Veltras already. Over two dozen dead [Healers] and [Alchemists] in the […]

It might have been all the old faces, because Lyonette had a dream of the past. Not the long-distant past, the chronologically undeniable history of Lyonette’s childhood when she and her sisters—a herd, a group, a flock…?—a snob of Calanfer’s [Princesses] had been growing up. Some quirk of fate meant that Calanfer had so many […]

Ryoka, Fierre, and Salamani were over two thirds of their way to Invrisil when the news about the Raskghar caught up to them. Rather—they had to go to the Mage’s Guild and get a letter from Mrsha addressed to Ryoka. Dear Ryoka—the letter began, because of course, you had to have manners and Mrsha’s mother […]

They were still dying. Geneva Scala’s optimism was tempered by that, in the back of her head. That—despite the cure arriving, it had to be cultivated. And it had yet to reach many places where Yellow Rivers was eating away at the populations. As well—the cure was a finite resource. Geneva Scala, had, after some […]

(Entropy Games has created a fan-game of The Wandering Inn where you serve guests as Erin! Check it out here!)   All things changed. Everything good someday came to an end. Freedom, thou fleeting thing. Innocence lost. Mrsha du Marquin was crying. Weeping. She hung on, but the unkind hands tore her away. She turned […]

The rain was still falling as the Lischelle-Drakle family bade farewell to Fierre and Ryoka. Magical typhoon Erannda was still chewing up Baleros’ coastline and provoking sympathetic storms around the world. “But neither rain nor snow and all that.” Fierre looked at Ryoka, confused. The City Runner coughed. “Sorry. Just a saying from back home. […]

(I am taking my monthly 2-update break and will be back on the 3rd of October for Patreons, and the 6th for regular readers!)   The skies, as if enraged as the world was, opened up. Rain began to fall. First in showers, then, with the suddenness of weather, vast downpours. To Mrsha, it looked […]

(A Wandering Inn reader has written their own story, Melas on RoyalRoad! Check it out here and congratulations to hitting the Top 10 on trending, delta201! )   Thereafter. These were the headlines spoken and written in large font across the world. From Wistram News Network and their subsidiary, the Pallassian Times, the Liscorian Gazette, […]

Jecrass’ tired army had raced across their nation and then the border of Medain’s kingdom for nearly a day. They had used every movement-Skill available, run alongside their mounts and used potions to keep both rider and animal alive. They were exhausted. Medain’s heavy cavalry was fresh, having ridden from the capital for less than […]

(The Living Library is an app with a number of interactive stories! A friend of mine, Quill, has finished The Sorcerer’s Tower—give it a read if you’re looking for more stories!) Android: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.humbletoymaker&hl=en iOS: https://apps.apple.com/us/app/the-living-library/id1522167504   Vampires were dying. It would be wrong to say they’d been betrayed, though perhaps it felt like it to […]

Serafierre val Lischelle-Drakle was sick. No— Dying. Her father sat by her bed. He had seen it before. He held her hand tightly. Too tightly; he realized he would have snapped a non-Vampire’s bones. He released his grip, but sat there. Himilt Drakle had seen it before. In children. Adults. They passed like this, if […]

Names and titles. It was something, to be known by other people. Be it a local hero or an internationally-recognized name. It was also…strange, to be that person. Named Adventurers. [Kings]. Archmages…few others could understand the feeling. It meant something. The list of names was always changing. And today—a few more names flashed across the […]

(The Wandering Inn now has an official Twitter for announcing releases and sharing fanart! It’s at https://twitter.com/WanderingInn – consider subscribing if you have a Twitter! I don’t use the pirateaba one, but this will be active!)   It began with gambling. Numbtongue was sipping from a cup of Blue Tea while he read the morning’s […]