Characters: Kylene, a redheaded Blood Elf rogue with a fiery temper. Blix Fixwidget: A Goblin salesman who takes any advantage he can get, whether it involves a sale, or a woman. Drohn: One of the alcohol salesman at the Horde Brewfest area outside of Orgrimmar. T'chali: One of Drohn's rivals, he's a Troll salesman. -------- "So you're telling me these...
Ertun the old wizard cackled, his frail arm moving manically as he threw himself into his work. He had an epiphany while he was sleeping last night. When he woke he knew that what ever this was would be glorious. The door creaked open but Ertun was unconcerned, there was only one type of creature near his tower. What's more only one of the them would be allo...
Leaving Sachsen behind them, Gyllen and Min sailed even further east, and a little to the south, along the mainland. Having grown used to the more heated climates of their previous destinations, they were caught off guard by the sudden presence of a noticeable chill in the air. While not as frigid as Platina's waters, it still warranted to have them wrap up...
One of the worst things about becoming a Fairy Godmother is the weight gain. Seriously, for the first few centuries I could eat all of the gloaming dew and tickleberry nectar I could stomach, and my belly stayed flat and taut as a satyr's drum. Then I one day a lightning bug trundles up, dumps an envelope in my lap. Then he goes "You've been served!" As soo...
Nicole's Note: In the real world, playing with fantasies of hypnotic nonconsent requires a foundation of deep trust, as well as things like safewords and aftercare. This is a fantasy, as I hope the goblins and witches make clear. ;) Also, if you're reading this in August, please keep wearing masks and social distancing. We don't get to act like the pandemic...
Lurking in the thick mountain forests of Albeon, hiding their homes in the mountains, are the goblin tribes, a menace upon the earth who cares only for themselves and their own survival. But still they are hunted, even the tribes who keep to themselves are killed for just being goblins, thus the goblins have begun to mobilize themselves to get better safety,...
"Honey, I'm home!" Sylvanas, Clea, and Saurfang looked up just in time to see a small Goblin burst through the door, a lock pick falling to the ground next to him as he entered. "What the hell are you doing here Gallywix? You know I said I would entertain your company at your palace." The Banshee Queen spoke to Gallywix, leader of the Goblins within the Ho...
(author's note: I wrote this at 18 years old, and even then it was meant only as a humorous satire.) My name is The Red Goblin. I travel the world battling capitalism. The media calls me a super-villain but I consider that to be capitalist propaganda. One day, about a year ago, I glided into Hollywood on my red broomstick-glider. I passed a baby in a strol...
Warning: The following story contains explicit violence, explicit sex, unfair racial stereotyping of goblins and ogres, bald-faced lies and innuendo, treachery, lazy misappropriation of pagan gods and goddesses, unsafe rooftop stunts, ego-driven consumption of alcohol, mass immolations, impalings, irreverence, arson, assault on religious workers, sentient-on...
The battle had been truly ferocious, but at the end, Sir Swoonmore had fallen the horrid Dragon Thrakmal in a dazzling display of bravery and swordsmanship. The bloated corpse of the nefarious beast lay motionless on the ground, wisps of smoke wafting up from its large nostrils into the acrid air. Something you may not know about Knights: They have a secre...