Extreme: Violence

The Warlord’s Concubine

May 25, 2013

“You’ll serve me no matter what happens. If I come back defeated, and the witches sorcery has driven you mad, I’ll grab you by the hair and drag you into the north to rut still.” A dark warlord. A middle aged handmaiden. A stubborn princess. The warlord has plans for the dainty young future–queen. As an indentured servant to the princess for much of her life, Mirella sees the conquest [...]


March 29, 2013

Vile Wasteland The world is a wasteland. Viles — humans warped into mindless monsters driven by rage — roam the tortured and nuked land. Alex is a sheltered ‘bunker babe’, born and raised safely beneath the surface of the earth. Her people are dying, and despite the horrors of the world above, she has no options but to trade, barter, and kick ass to save her friends and [...]

One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 3

January 20, 2013

She couldn’t remember how long it took her to pass out, thirsty, exhausted, and–above all else–pained. But when she awoke it was with a smack of a palm against her face, “You’ve been sleeping on the job,” that now familiar, hateful voice told her. The only indication of the time having passed was the darkness of the tent and the only increased pain and thirst in her body. [...]

One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 2

December 30, 2012

The next few hours were but a blur, though she could remember the brutish Ryzkar lifting her limply retching form up off the ground and flashes of him carrying her back to the camp in the dark of night. She jarred to consciousness inside a large command tent for a brief moment, long enough to see a small fire at its center, a huge bed with pelts and blankets to the side. Her body was rudely [...]

One Charr’s Bauble – Pt. 1

December 17, 2012

Even amongst the beastial charr, his own kind, Ryzkar was a large figure. His large, clawed feet thumped loudly upon the soil as he stalked away from the main camp towards his destination. He’d just seen off the party of secretive Ash cronies he commanded in his warband, having impressed upon them the importance of getting the ‘traitor’ back to imprisonment in silence. With any luck, he [...]


December 16, 2012

Jumwa’s heavy arm swung backwards, his eyes narrowed furiously as the back of his hand connected with Anjasa’s jaw, sending her flying back, a loud thud resonating through the bedroom as she struck the floor. She blinked a few tears away, scrambling backwards on her hands and feet as he stalked over to her, glaring down. “We’re not in public any more, little girl. Have ju [...]

Things Couples Do

December 16, 2012

“What about her?” the Troll asked his tiny, elven companion, who responded by quirking a brow and sticking out her tongue. “Are you serious? Look at her! Hardly attractive at all,” she pouted, staring up at his outlined form. The two stood, stealthed and hiding in the bushes off of the road in the Ghostlands. “Look, girl, yer new ta d’is. Sometimes ja can’t be so [...]

The Once Noble Orc Couple

December 16, 2012

Grot shielded his eyes from the blinding sun with his hand. Squinting tightly he scanned the sandy Tanaris terrain until the silhouette of his armour clad Kali filled his view. Beneath her feet lay the corpse of the dead basilisk, in her plated hand she held its bloody heart. His dark pact had twisted him forever. Kindness and nobility had died with him. The hard life he had led, the [...]

Take the Gold and Run

December 16, 2012

The young troll’s jaw broke with the force of the bigger boy’s blow. Reeling back, he grasped his now displaced green jawbone, glaring at the bully who smirked down at him. Tears welled up in his eyes despite his best efforts, and laughter erupted around him. “What a wimp!” The red crest atop the larger boy’s head bobbed back and forth wildly with his bellowing [...]

Gifts of All Sorts

December 16, 2012

The small tattoo and piercing parlor in the depths of the drag was shut tight. Front door closed and by all appearances vacant and closed. In the back room, however, moved the proprietor. A medium height Darkspear, aqua-green in skin tone, with long, soft flowing golden-yellow hair that draped down to the midpoint of his back, the owner, Vel’ji, cleaned some just-used tools of his trade. He [...]

Our Illustrious Leader

December 16, 2012

The succession crisis is over. That was the large gray haired troll thought as he reached into an open side drawer of his large, brown-wooden desk. Jumwa pulled out a long black cigarette from the silver case there, holding it between his index and middle finger. Dressed in his finest black, red and gold trimmed robe, he seemed almost regal at the forefront of the large office. Tall black and red [...]