Looking out one of the misty windows of this old old inn, you see a stooped and creaking old caravan lurking in the gathering shadows of night. A dim yellowish light emanates from this ethereal place. The Lost Gypsy has taken up residence here.

I bid you welcome into my domain. I am the afore-mentioned Lost Gypsy. The Caravan is where I retreat from the noise and crowd of the inn, as I well know Bardic Curse handles the place well. Here in this dark mystical caravan, your wildest dreams may come to life as you see sights not of this world, both fair and ghastly. Do you dare enter the mystery of this caravan? Is it safe, you ask. Let us just say you won't die in here.

Read the wonderful stories we share with our customers around our fire in the common room.

There are certain groups we belong to... I think they call it webrings...

Some people actually liked our work...

This was supposed to be a brief written history. We ended up writing a novel...