Tales from the Suckling Sow

Welcome to the Suckling Sow. It’s a large, storied tavern on the edge of a seedy district in an as-yet unnamed fantasy metropolis. It’s populated and patronized by every fantasy race imaginable. It’s a bar. A brothel. A stripclub. A fight club.

What it really is, is the place to Fucking BE.

And also the place to be fucking.

Here follow the events and occasions of the Suckling Sow.

Author’s note: I’ll be either AI generating or commissioning a lot of artwork for these stories. They won’t be completely contiguous, they're more of general guideline and bit of visual stimulation than anything.

Author’s note:

Planning the next chapter, got a few pretty wild ideas, trying to hash them out. Thanks for the likes.