The Splintered Crown
A Tankards and Heroes Novel
by Larry N. Martin
Genre:
Epic Fantasy, Adventure Quest
Epic Fantasy, Adventure Quest
A medieval fantasy with a party of adventurers all ready to make a name
for themselves and earn some gold.
for themselves and earn some gold.
Tankards and Heroes is set in the city of Kortufan, where spies, assassins,
mercenaries, arms dealers, rebels, smugglers, and informants do dirty
deals dirt cheap.
mercenaries, arms dealers, rebels, smugglers, and informants do dirty
deals dirt cheap.
The Poxy Dragon is a rough bar outside the worst part of the medieval
Silk Road. It takes serious courage just to walk into the place, not
only from its reputation but because of the rough clientele,
questionable food, awful beer, and abysmal hygiene. Lots of taverns
in Kortufan are home to ruffians and illegal dealings, but the Poxy
Dragon is the proving ground for heroes - with a cemetery out back
for the ones who don’t make the cut.
Silk Road. It takes serious courage just to walk into the place, not
only from its reputation but because of the rough clientele,
questionable food, awful beer, and abysmal hygiene. Lots of taverns
in Kortufan are home to ruffians and illegal dealings, but the Poxy
Dragon is the proving ground for heroes - with a cemetery out back
for the ones who don’t make the cut.
Lady Leota, the resident demigoddess at the Poxy Dragon, sends would-be
heroes to different realms on quests. Once committed, there is no
turning back, and if they want their reward, every party member must
return through the portal – dead or alive.
heroes to different realms on quests. Once committed, there is no
turning back, and if they want their reward, every party member must
return through the portal – dead or alive.
“Got
any ale that doesn’t taste like donkey piss?”
The
stranger’s companion laughed heartily at his friend’s joke and didn’t seem to
notice that the regulars at the bar took a step away from them. The bard in the
back stopped his song mid-stanza.
“Don’t
know what you’re complaining about,” Tom, the bartender, replied. “That’s a
step up. Used to taste like donkey’s balls. And before that—”
“Gods
and cuttlefish, man! How about your whiskey then? I just want something that
doesn’t taste as bad going down as it might coming back up, if you know what I
mean,” the stranger said.
He
looked like the sort of man who would find his way to the Poxy Dragon
tavern—big, tall, inked, and mean as a wolverine. His shoulder-length dark hair
was greasy and tangled, and his long beard had braids and brass beads in it,
like that made him a pirate. Tattoos in black and red wound around both arms
and peeked from the throat of his tunic. One, a black snake, slithered its way
up his bicep. Tom figured that was as good a name as any for the stranger,
Snake. Not like it mattered. He wouldn’t be back.
Snake’s
buddy stood half a head shorter and maybe twenty pounds lighter, probably
his lookout and lackey, Tom thought. No tattoos. Reddish blond hair and a
beard to match, he looked at least a decade younger than Snake. “Red” would do.
“Suit
yourself.” Tom poured a glass of the house whiskey and slid it to Snake. He
kept his expression unreadable, although if Snake and Red knew what was good
for them, they’d have taken note of the way the regulars leaned in to watch but
didn’t get any closer.
Snake
tossed off the shot and thumped his chest like he’d proven something. Red
hooted, as if taking the drink was an accomplishment. Tom and the others waited
for the reaction.
Three…two…one….
“What…what…”
Snake tried to say something else, but between the way he gasped for air, lips
working like a fish out of water, and the tears running down his face from the
potent liquor, he was in too much distress.
“What
did you give him?” Red demanded. “You poisoned him!” His face grew as red as
his hair, and he looked as if he intended to go over the bar at Tom.
Tom
wasn’t worried. Red probably weighed less than the sack of cabbages in the
kitchen.
“Should
I dig a hole out back?” Thaddeus had wandered in at the first sounds of
distress. The old undertaker had his favorite shovel, Bessie, slung over one
shoulder. Mud caked his pants and dirt streaked his face and hands. Tufts of
white hair stuck out over his nearly bald head and peeked from inside his ears.
He looked at Tom with great excitement, anticipating the task.
Larry N. Martin
Larry N. Martin is the author of the new sci-fi adventure novel Salvage
Rat, and the new portal fantasy series, The Splintered Crown, A
Tankards and Heroes novel. He is the co-author (with Gail Z. Martin)
of the Spells, Salt, and Steel: New Templar Knights series; the
Steampunk series Iron & Blood; and a collection of short stories
and novellas: The Storm & Fury Adventures set in the Iron &
Blood universe. He is also the co-author (with Gail) of the Wasteland
Marshals series and the Joe Mack - Shadow Council series from Falstaff Books.
Larry N. Martin is the author of the new sci-fi adventure novel Salvage
Rat, and the new portal fantasy series, The Splintered Crown, A
Tankards and Heroes novel. He is the co-author (with Gail Z. Martin)
of the Spells, Salt, and Steel: New Templar Knights series; the
Steampunk series Iron & Blood; and a collection of short stories
and novellas: The Storm & Fury Adventures set in the Iron &
Blood universe. He is also the co-author (with Gail) of the Wasteland
Marshals series and the Joe Mack - Shadow Council series from Falstaff Books.
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