Daniel Newwyn

[I am a Table] Chapter 47

I don’t think ‘hut’ is quite the right word for this.

The structure before them looked like a potter’s shack made of cobbled-together planks and mud-brick. The roof sagged un...

[I am a Table] Chapter 46

Ducaz. Are my eyes tricking me or did he swap the horse he stole for ANOTHER stolen horse?

Ducaz waved at them, his grin wide enough to make any sane person suspicious. “Ah, it’s...

[I am a Table] Chapter 45

The wagon squeaked and the twigs underfoot cracked as Rob guided the horse down a narrower, less-traveled path.

This is probably the right choice, Blorbo begrudgingly admitted t...

[I am a Table] Chapter 44

Blorbo readjusted his vision and got a good look at the creatures.

They were too small to be the orcs he knew in the games he’d played in his last life (no idea how he suddenly remembered t...

[I am a Table] Chapter 43

It was finally the day of the trip out of town. Anders had been in peak form, grumbling all morning about how long it’d taken them to finally get going, and how his collection of fine knives coul...

[I am a Table] Chapter 42

Rob and Lena arrived at the robed mage’s hideout as the last remnants of daylight faded into a deep indigo.

Rob pulled the reins, bringing the horse to a halt near the entrance. “We tie i...

[I am a Table] Chapter 41

Oh yeah. This guy. Lena had gone on about him on the way here while Rob barely reacted beyond the occasional grunt.

Zukaman, both Priest and High Keeper of the temple, but preferred to be cal...

[I am a Table] Chapter 40

However, the next ten minutes went by without a single passenger so much passing a glance at the makeshift altar, despite the constant bellowing from Ducaz. That made him impatient.

“Busine...

[I am a Table] Chapter 39

Shop closed early, and since Rob now had a freaking wagon with him, he got to load Blorbo straight onto the back like a sack of potatoes.

Rob was never the most talkative man, and he grew eve...

[I am a Table] Chapter 38

That damn robed mage.

From his stationary vantage point, Blorbo felt a weird tingling sweeping over his surface. Something was happening. The cabbages that had been threatening to topple were...

[I am a Table] Chapter 37

The least bad thing about being stunned was that Blorbo’s senses numbed for about thirty minutes. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, since when you couldn’t feel, nothing could hurt hi...

[I am a Table] Chapter 36

The moonless night had fallen, and the only sound Blorbo could hear was the occasional gust of wind. 

The fireplace was dwindling and he was starting to feel colder, especially as the se...

[I am a Table] Chapter 35

As the orange hue of the sunset bled into the horizon, Lena pushed the cart back to the market. She had already been complaining to herself about how sore he arms felt, and of course Blorbo was the...

[I am a Table] Chapter 34

Lena clapped her hands together again. “Alright, we just need to try again!”

The dragon queen nodded. “Indeed. We simply need to refine our coordination.”

Lena sat.

A seco...

[I am a Table] Chapter 33

“Dragon Queen of the… Candy?” Lena hesitated.

Hah! A dairy queen! What’s she going to do to me? Shower me in sweets?

“Mother of Balance Sheets!” The mage yelped. �...

[I am a Table] Chapter 32

Blorbo groaned. Are you serious right now? Finance?! Who in their right mind would be willing to learn such a thing? How is this fun and mysterious? 

“Sounds so fun and myster...

[I am a Table] Chapter 30

Lena barely paid attention to the business of selling cabbages the following day. Blorbo saw before his very own eyes that she gave one customer four cabbages for the price of one by just absent-mi...

[I am a Table] Chapter 29

They weren’t sure if it had past midnight when they returned home, and it was much too cold outside without starting a fire, but they couldn’t afford to sleep yet.

Blorbo was placed at th...

[I am a Table] Chapter 28

Bimbleton was quick to launch his table like a projectile. But this time, things were different.

Rob struck first. With a grunt, he threw Blorbo with all his might, even before Bimbleton coul...

[I am a Table] Chapter 27

Lena hugged Blorbo the entire way back to her position, feeling every single crack on his surface. “You’re going to be fine, little thing. You’re going to be fine,” she whispered.

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[I am a Table] Chapter 26

“Robert, dear.” Lena lightly tapped him on his shoulder. “Don’t push yourself if you feel down. I will fight for us.” She stood tall, her eyes burning with determination. “Let me take o...

[I am a Table] Chapter 25

Anders grumbled as he stormed forward, “This is nonsensical. A table duel? I will not participate in any snobby noble tradition!”

However, before Anders could take another s...

[I am a Table] Chapter 24

With gilded fence posts, elaborate ivy carvings, a fountain with no actual water, the Bimbleton residence loomed before them, a grotesquely lavish display of wealth and bad taste. 

And i...

[I am a Table] Chapter 23

Now, how to actually do it?

He scanned the room. Anders was closing in on Lena and Rob, eyes sharp, interrogation mode fully activated. They had approximately ten seconds before their cabbage...

[I am a Table] Chapter 22

The house had changed.

Blorbo was sure of it.

It wasn’t anything obvious. There was no walls knocked down, no new furniture, no decorations on the wall. But the subtle shift in the ai...

[I am a Table] Chapter 21

The morning sun spilled lazily across the market square. It didn’t seem to ever rain in the Township of Iakesi, almost as if the town was set in a book and the author of said book just recycled s...

[I am a Table] Chapter 20

Lena’s mouth hung open even wider. “A-archmage? That’s like mage, but arch right?”

This woman has absolutely NO knowledge about magery, and wants to become a mage?

“A...

[I am a Table] Chapter 19

Lena alternated between sniffing and outright bawling for the next minutes, even after Rob had helped her sit on the chair, pulled the table close and placed the wonderfully-smelling chicken soup i...

[I am a Table] Chapter 18

Glitter glided around in the air like some kind of twisted confetti storm.

“A Piñata Mage is no laughing matter.” Anders’ voice was grave as he spat out an orange particle of glitter. ...

[I am a Table] Chapter 17

Lena was setting the table for dinner, humming the same silly tune to herself as she placed down bowls and plates. At last, she noticed the wand.

“What’s this?” She picked up the tiny, ...