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(I will be taking part in an online panel on r/Fantasy on the 23rd of April! Find out more here!)   As was his wont, Niers Astoragon was taking private time for himself, rather than moving from city to city to conduct surprise inspections, or managing his company, teaching his students, or the thousand and […]

The irony was that there was nothing malicious in it. If anything, it was just…tiresome. A necessary task, born out of a mother’s love. She wasn’t even good at her task. Belavierr paused as she strung the glistening red thread made of living sinew through the air. She stepped back to regard her work. And […]

(MouthyMaven (Andrea Parsneau) is recording The Wandering Inn’s Volume 2 audiobook on her server! You can check her out, but be warned–it’s live recording, mistakes, swearing, and all! You can find her server here, as well as times when she records!)   It turned out that summer was hot. Not just in temperature, but…hot. The […]

(The author is taking a break! The Wandering Inn will resume updating on April 11th for Patreon readers. April 14th for Public readers!)   Frustration. Black despair. Rage and helpless…loss. The memories came more frequently, now. It was easier looking into a void. But seeing fragments, incomplete, broken reflections of what had been was far […]

How…disgusting. All of it. That was their only thought. Profound, absolute disgust. At all of it that happened. Before. And presumably after. This world deserved to burn. It was filled with useless, worthless, squishy things. And they did squishy, stupid things. Let it vanish. Let all things end. But wishes…they never came true. There was […]

*Warning. This chapter contains sexual content and graphic depictions of sex in the text. If you do not wish to read, or feel uncomfortable at the material please skip this chapter. You may miss terribly important and crucial plot points, but this is your choice.   A long time ago, when Erin Solstice was still […]

The Horns of Hammerad sat in a bar. A bar. Not an inn. Or a tavern. Or a dive, or a hellhole, or a pub. A bar. There were differences. They were covered in dust. Stone dust, mixed, mostly limestone but differing in color and consistency. They’d tracked it in, but no one was objecting. […]

Teriarch woke up from his nap. Not because he needed or wanted to; he’d have happily extended the well-deserved rest after the battle with the Wyverns. Rather, a loud, peeping alarm began making noise. An…iPhone began shrilling loudly. The Dragon, sleeping, rolled over. He irritably began to wake, but he might well have just smashed […]

The day after a big party was silence. The Wandering Inn, like the flames that had roared in the fireplaces, was burnt out. All the energy was expended. Even in the [Innkeeper] herself, who defined the inn. Erin Solstice had woken up on the floor. She’d migrated into a bed—mainly by rolling sideways until she […]

It was another day. One where Erin didn’t have anything planned while waking up. No—to rephrase that, she didn’t have anyone else telling her what they needed done. No Grimalkin and his weights, no playdates with Mrsha at the inn. Nothing new, save for what Erin herself took on. Normally, Erin treasured those days. They […]

It was such a spontaneous thing. Saliss’ visit, for instance. That had been planned. But the outcomes changed things so much. In such a short amount of time. Erin knew that was how life worked, but it still mystified her in a good way. What was amusing to everyone else was how surprised she was […]

Erin Solstice stood over a sack of recently fermented, dry…cocoa beans. The very essence of the stuff that would become chocolate. She spoke to her audience. “There’s a saying about chocolate. Chocolate waits for no one. Except when it does. Because it’s sort of a pain to make, y’know?” There was a pause. Palt shuffled […]

The Wandering Inn had these quiet days. When all that occurred were…small things. Not unimportant things, but days when you could obsess over things like—nails. “Copper nails, Belgrade. I told you, it’s a thing.” Erin stood with Belgrade and Lyonette and Octavia, measuring out a new building that would connect to the inn. The Antinium […]

“Let’s make chocolate!” That was the declaration Erin made on a sunny morning. Mrsha’s ears perked up from across the inn and she raced over. It had been one day since Erin had discovered the existence of the cacao tree in her garden. And she had been talking up chocolate all of last night. Mrsha’s […]

It was a strange day. War had begun in Belchan. Well, there were a number of concurrent wars, some of which were more of wars in name only—declarations between countries without fighting. But in Belchan? Oh yes, it was war. And Wistram, despite having had many complaints, was still broadcasting it. “—Hours into the first […]

The King of Destruction rode to war and everyone watched. Not directly, but by reactions. In their studio, Noass and Sir Relz scrambled to retell the events, to analyze. Belchan was unresponsive, as was Reim; the nearest nations willing to talk and speculate were Medain and Nerrhavia. And their rulers did. They were of course, […]

They came, from the world over. For one man’s name. Flos Reimarch. Scorn him if they would, the other petty rulers and plotters and schemers. His enemies might curse his name, might point out a thousand of his flaws. And the King of Destruction would probably agree with many. But they came, from distant shores, […]

About six days ago. Trey Atwood liked Venith Crusland. If that was a surprising fact, well, it surprised Trey too. He was a visitor from another world, a young man who had found himself serving and following Flos Reimarch, the King of Destruction around. Trey Atwood was a young man from London. He was not, […]

“They say there will be war with Ailendamus soon. If it occurs, it would be the entire kingdom versus Kaliv, Calanfer, and Gaiil-Drome, assuming the old pact holds. Phaislant would be included as well, given their relationship with Ailendamus.” “Go on.” “I predict Taimaguros would side with Ailendamus—they have a defensive alliance, and the war […]

“It’s uncanny. She’s rather like an enigma wrapped up in a bottle inside an aggravating pot enchanted to annoy you.” “…I understand what you’re saying, but I’d never have expected that line to come from you, Grand Strategist.” “Magus Grimalkin. Do you disagree?” “Not at all. I would have simply abbreviated the analogy. Erin Solstice […]

It started out with such a silly thing for such a busy day. An [Innkeeper], a cake, a white Gnoll, a Hobgoblin, an Ashfire bee. And of course… Bird. If you added in a harried [Princess], you had a family. Dysfunctional of sorts, and Erin would admit that she had a family. She didn’t think […]

Riverfarm. Possibly the most generic name for a village in the history of the world. Whomever had come up with it clearly hadn’t thought hard about the village’s name. True, it made sense; Riverfarm was a village that farmed…by a river. But still. There were other names to call a village. Even Windrest was better, […]

It had been a long time. Long, for her. But oh, so short as well. She had been newly formed when she left Rhir. And though decades had passed since that fateful day, when the hope of the Antinium had died at sea, she was still…how old? Antinium did not care. Nor did the Free […]

“Is it war?” Three words. An Antinium standing on a dead Wyvern. In the City of Invention. If you were writing a newspaper headline, you wouldn’t even need to think. But this was no report, a story to be written after the fact with all the little details. It was happening live. Now. Bird stood, […]