It is the summer of 1915. As the great war threatens to spread, one fine young gentleman must embark upon a rather short and simple journey to recover Methilgar's Ring, whatever that might prove to be. Succeeding will see him rewarded with something seemingly rarer and scarcer than power or fortune: paid employment.
Failure is likely to be somewhat messy, and quite possibly even deadly.
But, really. Take a short trip, cross a border or two, retrieve one little ring, and return within a fortnight. How hard could it be?
Methilgar's Ring is a very slightly droll 11,000-word or roughly 50-page DRM-free lending-enabled epistolary story about a slightly old-fashioned idiot, written in a slightly old-fashioned style by another slightly old-fashioned idiot.