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(Book 14 of The Wandering Inn — Hell’s Wardens, is now out as an ebook and audiobook! Check it out here!)         She was the oldest of them all. The oldest being in creation. It was no exaggeration. No trick of words. Kasigna had been old when even the other gods had […]

She had no splendid words to say about the dead. No real scars to show. The girl named Mrsha du Marquin had no thousand-yard stare of someone who had lost everything or faced down armies until they or she broke. If you asked her, she would readily admit, once she was done being silly, that […]

(Announcing The Wandering Inn x Aleksandar Mitrovic Limited Edition Fashion Collection! This is a limited run of streetwear fashion clothing, produced by an expert [Fashion Designer]! Check it out now—stocks are limited so if we run out there won’t be more produced! A huge thank-you to everyone for making this possible and I hope you […]

(Announcing The Wandering Inn x Aleksandar Mitrovic Limited Edition Fashion Collection! This is a limited run of streetwear fashion clothing, produced by an expert [Fashion Designer]! Check it out now–stocks are limited so if we run out there won’t be more produced! A huge thank-you to everyone for making this possible and I hope you […]

When she woke up, Elia Arcsinger stared at the ceiling and wondered if she was dreaming. Each day, she pinched herself hard on the cheek. Hard enough to leave a mark. Every morning, Rosencrantz stared at the red mark on Elia Arcsinger’s cheek as he handed her a too-spicy breakfast, and a Goblin [Spice Chef] […]

(Sunspot by Yootie, a reader of The Wandering Inn, is on its second arc! Please check it out and give it an upvote, review, or follow! It’s a story I hope becomes a fantastic success, even larger than The Wandering Inn. Then I can demand all the shout outs.)   Synopsis: Dalton “Ezzen” Colliot lost […]

<This chapter was released in two parts! Did you read Heroes of Hraace Pt. 2 yet, or click on Latest Chapter and come here? Double check your reading spot! –pirateaba>   (Innktober has begun on The Wandering Inn’s Discord! New artwork will be shared across social medias the entire month! Look forwards to some amazing […]

(Innktober has begun on The Wandering Inn’s Discord! New artwork will be shared across social medias the entire month! Look forwards to some amazing art!) Day 5 — Erin Solstice by Nanahou!   [MelasD, a fellow web serial writer, has launched their first webcomic—Amelia the Level Zero Hero! It’s live now on Webtoon. Please check […]

What is a hero? The answer was that a hero depended on culture. It was, to some, a job, an aspiration, a thing you could achieve and reach, and to others, an idea, a label to bestow perhaps widely or narrowly; a nebulous thought. To some, it was a mark of greatness and tragedy. Fate’s […]

(The month of Innktober is upon us once more! There will be an art contest with prizes! Read this post for details!)       Something was wrong. If you couldn’t feel that…well, maybe it wasn’t obvious. But something was wrong. It kept the purple-scaled Drake up late at night, pacing, until he got growled […]

(A fellow author and friend of mine, Quill, is releasing a new story! Blood Eagle: Norse Progression Fantasy is out now on Royalroad! Consider giving it a read: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/91540/blood-eagle-norse-progression-fantasy)         Author’s Note: There’s a quote that I’ve always remembered from a Peanuts book I read once. I think it’s from Charles M. […]

(The author is on break until the 31st! I am muchly looking forwards to some time off to recharge.)     They fell for what felt like an age, compressed into a second. And as they fell, Mrsha heard a question in her head. It was in Rags’ eyes as the Goblin Chieftain leapt down, […]

For a Goblin, Rags realized that she possessed a fatal flaw: she was afraid of running away. Ever since she had become the leader of the Flooded Waters tribe, she could count the number of times she and her Goblins had quit a fight. Oh, escaped, survived overwhelming odds like Tyrion Veltras’ forced march to […]

Did you click ‘Slam’ on last chapter and find the other two parts? If you didn’t, go and do that. —pirateaba           The door closed, and the very last thing Mrsha saw was her own face wearing a look of disbelieving fear. Not great fear. Not terror. Just uncertainty and dismay. […]

She woke up on her back, staring up into the face of a Harpy. The girl screamed in silent fear and jerked away. Then realized she was looking at a statue. Her back hurt terribly. Mrsha sat up slowly, and met the eyes of the last Harpy Queen. Oh. It’s you. The eyes of the […]

It was not today. Rags sat there, in The Wandering Inn, and waited for the call. She knew she should have been at Goblinhome, but she couldn’t. She could neither pace about and alarm her tribe, looking to her for leadership, nor be in the presence of the Dragonlord of Flames. Nor the Wyvern Lord, […]

Sometimes… Secrets were best left hidden. Open that box you found and you might have the truth. Or an answer. Or a chance. Fear the box. Sometimes, you fell. And fell, calling out without a voice, through the earth, through what felt like dead air, into a place you should not be. Straight into an […]

There was a reason for poetry and verse when speaking of the Tuatha Dé, the Fair Folk, the Farthest Travellers, the folk of myth and legends. The reason was simple: even for the mortals who had journeyed to their realms and back, describing the people and sights of that otherworldly land was unto the madness […]

It was not today. Rags sat there, in The Wandering Inn, and waited for the call. She knew she should have been at Goblinhome, but she couldn’t. She could neither pace about and alarm her tribe, looking to her for leadership, nor be in the presence of the Dragonlord of Flames. Nor the Wyvern Lord […]

“When you meet a truly ancient Dragon, count and parcel out each word. Waste no time, for each single syllable matters. Their memories stretch back to the dawn of this world, and their answers reveal the truth, so speak to them like a poet, with all the grace and authority and wisdom you can muster. […]

72%. Rags opened her eyes and knew. [Risk Calculation: Attack on Goblinhome]. She always checked. Sometimes, it triggered for a monster attack, but today, she knew. She only checked for serious attacks. [Risk Calculation] was an odd Skill. It returned percentages about everything if Rags asked it, but it could be vague; it could be […]

Fightipilota decided after four days of living at Nombernaught that she couldn’t enjoy Goblinhome the same way. No offense to Goblinhome; it was the best place made for Goblins, by Goblins, that Fightipilota had ever been to. Tremborag’s mountain had been bigger, yes, but far less pleasant. Part of that had been their dungeons. But […]

The Grand Design was learning about a world full of gods. Well, not that full. But there had been enough. A pantheon born out of the first solar system to house life—and the first minds who had turned their eyes up to the sky and believed. Interstellar wars. Entire planets who found their prayers were […]

Rags woke up to someone poking her in the face. Goblins didn’t do locked doors. They were a communal society. And besides, some Goblins took any lock as a personal challenge to hone their skills. “Chieftain. Chieftain. He back.” It was Gothica. Most Goblins were scared of annoying Chieftain Rags, who was notoriously grumpy at […]

She had about eighty miles of fuel in the tank, and she was headed down through a rocky canyon pass with the enemy on her six. Fightipilota overrode the warning sounds and forced her craft to down in an insane dive, flaring the wing flaps at the last moment to abort the dive from ‘death’ […]