It is a well known fact that Robin LaRouge and his company travel the world liberating the wealth of the rich and freeing chains of bureaucracy that encumber the good and innocent folks. Warding off monsters and slaying dragons, all in a days work for this cloaked company. As to how all this evil is fought has always been a mystery, one left to fire side tales by drunken warriors and tipsy barmaids; secreted in the bedchambers of the elite; and whispered by teenage boys that hope to someday run away and join the whimsical band of do-gooders.

Gathered here for your reading pleasure are the tales, as many as the kindly bards and lush barmaids have so far contributed. Each tale I get will be provided and the story shall unfold as best I can get it. For what it is worth, I have never had to pay for one of these stories yet. And watching the shivers as the tales are told are plenty reward for me. Should I turn up slain on the side of the road, my unrezzable corpse stomped into the muddy soil, you shall know that Robin LaRouge did not take kindly to my tales. However, I shall say that he might be quite flattered at a few of them.