Banjoker

Hallowed Ground The Warden's sleep was mostly dreamless, save for memories of a distant youth and an old cobblestone wall beside the road.  For some time even after being awakened, the Warden just laid in bed with his hound next to him and taking up most of the cot.  The Warden stroked his companion's short, coarse fur as he looked up at the ceiling. His old eyes were worn by still precise enough to find that spider up in the corner he likes.  Carnegie, the Warden had named the crawler for its industrial use of the corner for its webs. The dog raised its head, revealing the Doberman mutt's head to the light that filtered through the aged b...

The stories of a Theocratic Representative Democracy and the sciences and magics within.  Mostly following a young priest and his companion, a succubus.