Story – Page 13 – Realmgard

A Very Realmgard Christmas: Wintermorn in Middlesbrooke

Actually, I don't remember if I've ever ruled definitively whether Wilderlings even wear socks…

Meesed to pleat you, too, Nolan. On Wintermorn.

The many regional variants of the old guy who gives presents every winter.

I've now officially wrapped up my November plan to write a Space-Realmgard story across the month's 30 days. Here's the second half.

Another successful mission for the crew of the Dolphin.

Take 'em away, Ledu Security Forces.

The Crisis at the Crystal Labyrinth comes to a head…

"By all the Suns and Moons of Ljósálf and the Three Crowns of Vallda, you are going to pay."

"Praetor Palumbo is wondering if you would currently consider yourself lucky."

“Princess. If you’d be so good as to come with us…”