"Right then," said Amber, "Let's see if we can find that dwarf and get back home." "Where to start?" I asked. "Let's start with breakfast," she replied, "Look, there is a tavern, we'll go there." "What will it be?" The troll behind the bar asked as Amber and I entered the tavern. "Milk," she replied. Two jugs of fresh milk were placed on the counter and...
Long ago in the land of Farhone lived a wicked enchantress called Eilwy. Eilwy was feared the length and breadth of the lands because of her evil ways. People talked about in hushed tones in smokey taverns and brothels, and indeed in King Azure's court itself. One day Eilwy was walking in Fandorn Forest, looking for certain rare mushrooms with which she migh...
It was a beautiful spring day in the vibrant woods of Quel'Thalas, and the conditions were perfect for a hunt. Zekara was all too excited to set out into the wilderness right after he finished sharpening his axes. As a young troll of the Amani Tribe, Zekara had much to prove. His father and brothers were accomplished veterans, and the hundreds of skulls ador...
Full text of the Complete Volume of Collected Borg Poetry: "Poetry is irrelevant." As a few of you may know, a troll recently called the pseudo-autobiographical story of my very first interracial encounter: "Sappy." He/She/It also informed me that "I was gay." Now I have to admit to you that this bothered me. I'd been losing sleep for days over how to prese...
I'm silently cursing my cousin again as the skies burst open with a thundering crack. Heavy rain begins to pour down and within seconds I'm completely soaked in my floral summer dress. One more time I try to yank my foot free, but it's stuck at the ankle between two slats of the wooden fence and won't budge. By now, my ankle has swollen to obscene proportion...
There are things in the world of Alther that need to be done, Aura's mother told her when she was very little. Bread to be baked. Clothing to be sewn. Armor and weapons to be made, and then enchanted. Everyone in the world has their place. Aura's mother was a seamstress and her father a bread maker. Her parents planned for her to be a seamstress as well. Exc...
Sia slowly, gradually walks through the thick woods of Ashenvale, on her guard. She remembers this place, remembers having been here many times, having spied on the Alliance, the hated Night Elves and having killed quite a few in her time as Scout for the Horde. Now though, she wasn't adept with her blades anymore, that damned sickness contracted in Outland...
If the man thought he had secured an easy job informing the ship of beautiful women that a lockdown was in place and they couldn't go anywhere, he regretted it the moment Liddy handed him a bill. It wasn't that the numbers confused him or that they were so high. After all, he wasn't paying it. No, the regret came when he realised he was going to have to go g...
NOTE: This was my first attempt at writing a proper story. Having seen the movie (and the dungeon scene), I just thought that a young queen with so many responsibilities might want to let it go sometimes. DISCLAIMER: The characters of this fanart story are NOT owned by me, but borrowed from a well-known movie. This story is FOR ADULTS ONLY. If you are offen...
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