A Slice of Corgath
A collection of Legerian short stories that take place in Corgath.
Last Stand #
By Michael Daffern
01/35/278
Writing this while grasping a warm bowl of porridge. Low supply of oats, so it's a little runny, but I did get to sprinkle in a few dried berries. It's SO cold today, shalvast!
*So I've been in the Wolfpaw for two months now. I have never seen so much snow in my life. Last week the old shack on the east edge of town (you know the one with the rotting beams?) had its roof cave in. Henshall was inside, but she's a strong lass - dug herself out without any help.
They warned me it was inhospitable up here. Enough snow to bury you alive in an hour, and winter gales off the coast cold enough to freeze your bone marrow. It was all true, but I didn't listen. I'm thankful fellin timber keeps me warm enough to survive.
The only thing keeping us up here is the pay - and when they were a day late last week we nearly up and left. But unlike most, I'm here for the nature too. The scenery, in all of its deadly glory, is breathtaking. Earlier this month I managed to sneak off to Lake Vatinsvelle... I stood on the ice, admiring the rolling hills of frosty trees. It sparkled like crystals in the afternoon light.... I would have stayed there forever. Maybe gone ice fishing. But the setting sun brought shifty eyes between the trees, and a howl in the distance. That was enough for me - time to pack it up and head back to basecamp - with no time to wander.
Suggested Reading: Wolfpaw Forest, Last Stand
A Hole in the Wall #
By Michael Daffern
*You know how people call quaint restaurants "a hole in the wall"? Well, I've been keeping my eye out for actual holes in the wall. You see, I was at this tavern in Nokkville, right, and I dropped my fork under the table. Clumsy me! So I'm getting on my hands and knees under the table, groping around for my fork between beer-stained floorboards and my buddies' boots, when I see a little glow of light coming from a mousehole in the floorboard! Curiously, I peer in.
It was the darnest thing! Inside were three little... guys! Little black people, so scrawny they could be 2-Dimensional, that looked like a kid's drawing! They were featureless, except for their clothes... or maybe costumes? One wore workman's clothes like a tinkerer, another wore Phovezilan spell slinger armor, and another had a set of javelins on its back. Mind you, all miniature and hand-made looking! But I think that's what they were going for - seriously! And they were sitting at a little table eating, just like me!
As I strain my neck to get a good view, one turns and waves at me! I'm so startled I shoot up, bonking my head on the table and knocking over my pal's beer! They still don't believe me - says I had one too many. But I have the bruise to prove it - look! You gotta believe me pal. You do, right?*