Trade Goods

Posted April 22

Mrs. Darkleaf seated herself in very comfortable lawn chair on the balcony of her small room in Ratchet. A merchant ship was coming in from the Bay. The arrival of lovely trade goods from the all over the globe were tempting yes. But instead she turned her attention to a tall glass of iced tea. She ...

Mrs. Darkleaf's Notebook (social observations.)

Posted October 25, 2011

  Honor is a word that's thrown around so liberally that it soon loses its value all together. It seems to me that it's nothing more than just that. A pretty word. It won't put food on the table, or stop others with a different code from doing bad shit to you. And many that shout about it...

Mrs. Darkleaf's Revenge

Posted August 11, 2011

 The Undercity   Dead silent were the gray walls, quiet enough to hear the occasional dipping of water. The moldering sweet smell pervaded even here. It was one of the more remote corners, as far removed from the central stench as possible. Hinges squealed and a heavy door opened. At the...