Rodry took out Sylmi's letter and set it next to her own blank paper. It had felt weird going into that little shop to buy writing supplies, but no one had spared her a second look. She was used to trying to attract attention and it had never been particularly difficult. Getting to feel unassuming now and then was somehow comforting. She knew it pretty much by heart but started reading to plot out her reply. *** Dear Rodr...

1. Yokgu traversed Raborg forest to the clearing where he practiced martial arts on a balmy Fruitrich afternoon. Raborg was the uncontested territory of the Untamed, led by Mazoga, a high priestess of Unja, goddess of pleasures. The tenets of Unja stressed unity and harmonious relations among all beings, the development of the intellect, and sensuality. Raised in the faith more common to orcs, Dygnos, god of war and victo...

Sylmi was laying naked next to her, on her side, with her head resting on her right hand. That girl could really pose. Rodry had suggested she could find work as a model for painters, but she had laughed her off. Now she was looking at her inquisitively. "I don't think I've ever asked you how you ended up here," she finally said. "It's not much of a story, really," Rodry started but felt compelled to go on. It was nice sh...

"I'm sorry, did you say you need an 'adventuring companion?'" she asked incredulously. "Mistress Globb, does this guy know he's in a whorehouse?" Her halfling boss shrugged. "My team and I are embarking on a short-term quest in the mountains," the fellow explained. "We've got good intel of hidden treasure. But you know, adventuring is stressful business. It can cause friction, tension. So we've decided that hiring a wh......

She wasn't the most popular girl at the brothel, but she brought steady work. Even here at the borderlands, she was seen as exotic - not because her kind was that rarely seen in these parts, but because half-orcs very rarely worked as prostitutes. So there was always demand. Some were turned on by the slightly greenish shade of her skin; some by her strength; some were women who were under the impression that procuring he...

Amelia flicked her drying hair back over her shoulder. She preferred keeping it tied up out of the way, but time ran short. A thrill tingled down her spine. Soon, she would be able to indulge herself as well as requisition what she needed to continue her journey. Glancing down at herself, Amelia shifted her loose, low-cut tunic forward on her shoulders. More of her soft, pale cleavage appeared, and she adjusted her perky...

Princess Amelia von Heiden trudged up the dry riverbed. Strands of red-orange hair fell into her face, which she blew away with a huff. Her plate armor weighed her down, and her long, padded skirt caught on every thorny plant in her path. She sighed. This was not how she had planned on traveling. “Princess,” Harper called from yards behind Amelia, out of breath. “Slow down.” A rock dared to bar Amelia’s progress. She stop...

Chapter 1   Aravaris felt safe once she left the high stone walls of Meadowlands, past the magical warding that protected the city from foreign invaders, through the dark oak trees that towered beyond view, into the grassy clearing that signaled nature and mystery. Her father insisted that she should never leave the city walls, and a party of the most boring elves in the realm escorted her to and fro. Her father was the k...