MrTwister8

Baelog accepts

by MrTwister8

Chapter 34 in Prince of Beornia

Baelog’s stubborn dwarven pride won out over his panic. Wiping his sweaty palms on his leather tunic, he let out a harsh, booming bark of laughter and slammed his beefy fist onto the crate so hard the lantern rattled. *“A dwarf never backs down from a wager!”* he bellowed, his c...

Vaelira’s surprise

by MrTwister8

Chapter 33 in Prince of Beornia

As the game wore on, Baelog’s winning streak only grew. *“Time to pay up, lass!”* he cackled, slamming down a winning hand with a heavy thud. *“Unless ye’ve got gold hidden in them braids, ye’re out of bets!”* The dwarves cheered around him, banging their tankards and bellowing...

The two elven women

by MrTwister8

Chapter 32 in Prince of Beornia

My attention kept drifting away from the noisy dwarves toward two of the Night Elf deckhands sitting across from Baelog{if game:Uthul\_in\_party = true} and Uthul{endif}. They were stunning, tall, athletic women with silver skin, sharp cheekbones, and long, dark-blue hair tied ba...

Just watch

by MrTwister8

Chapter 31 in Prince of Beornia

I declined Baelog’s loud invitation with a casual wave of my hand, backing up a step to lean my shoulders against a tall stack of burlap sacks just outside the bright ring of lantern light. *“I’ll just watch for now, Baelog,”* I called back, taking a ceramic jug of cheap elven w...

The lower decks

by MrTwister8

Chapter 30 in Prince of Beornia

to escape the suffocating monotony of my cabin, I took to wandering the lower decks of the ship. The narrow, dimly lit corridors were quiet, save for the rhythmic creak of the wooden hull against the sea. But as I passed the heavy iron-reinforced hatch leading to the ma...

On the ship

by MrTwister8

Chapter 29 in Prince of Beornia

{if game:Uthul\_in\_party = true} After resting calmly for the first time in days, we pressed on through Ashenvale and finally reached the port town of Auberdine. Having an orc in our party raised more than a few eyebrows among the local guards, but between Baelog’s dwarven crede...

On the ship

by MrTwister8

Chapter 42 in Prince of Beornia

An explanation

by MrTwister8

Chapter 41 in Prince of Beornia

*“She’s Uthul,*” I choked out, stepping between the blundering dwarven barrels and Uthul’s towering green front. *“Former chief of the warband. And right now, she’s the only reason Korant and I aren’t still chained to a bloody wooden stake!”* Baelog blinked, his eyes taking anot...

Used!

by MrTwister8

Chapter 38 in Prince of Beornia

The lead grunt barked a harsh order, and the five orcs surged into the tent. Instead of shoving us into the cell, they unlatched Korant’s cage, dragged him roughly out into the open by his arms, and lined the three of us up shoulder-to-shoulder right in the middle of the dirt flo...

Making it out

by MrTwister8

Chapter 39 in Prince of Beornia

The bonfire roared outside, casting long shadows across the canvas as the drunken laughter of the warband faded. Inside, the quiet was thick, broken only by heavy breathing and the steady drip of spunk onto the dirt. Uthul sat slumped beside me, her usual razor-sharp swagger com...

To Auberdine

by MrTwister8

Chapter 40 in Prince of Beornia

Without stopping to gather clothes, the three of us slipped out through a tear in the back of the canvas, melting into the cool night air. Covered in dirt, sweat, and drying spunk, we set a grueling pace south through the shadowed treeline of Ashenvale, heading toward the refuge...

We are seen

by MrTwister8

Chapter 16 in Prince of Beornia

Hadrias gasped, his eyes locking right onto our hiding spot, which made Nythalias freeze. As he snapped his head toward the brush, Elarinya stiffened, a deep crimson rushing to her ears as she shrank back, trying to hide her face... and pushed me out towards the wrestlers! Unsus...

Morning at the inn

by MrTwister8

Chapter 17 in Prince of Beornia

Morning at the inn

by MrTwister8

Chapter 16 in Prince of Beornia

Trapped

by MrTwister8

Chapter 37 in Prince of Beornia

...but before the iron could give way, the heavy canvas entrance of the tent was violently thrown aside. Within seconds, five massive mutineers crowded through the flappy cloth doorway, filling the narrow aisle between the row of empty cages. Their crude iron axes and spears glin...

Rescue mission

by MrTwister8

Chapter 36 in Prince of Beornia

Night fell across the encampment, painting the jagged rock walls in deep shades of indigo. Uthul nudged me behind a row of heavy supply crates, her broad green shoulders brushing mine as a wicked, razor-sharp grin flashed across her face. *“Stay low, little human,”* she whispere...

Assessing our options

by MrTwister8

Chapter 35 in Prince of Beornia

As we sat there in the aftermath of the mutiny, it was obvious we needed a plan. We both knew it. Soon, Uthul cleared her throat. *“Listen, human, we... I... erm... I don’t think I can protect you anymore.” “Huh?” “It seems my warband has... decided my leadership no longer...

Interrupted

by MrTwister8

Chapter 33 in Prince of Beornia

The heavy silence of the cavern was broken only by the sloshing of the warm spring. My ass brushed against the smooth, burning heat of her length, and a sharp, involuntary shiver ran down my spine. Uthul let out a deep, satisfied growl against my neck and I felt her grip on my hi...

Some respite for Uthul

by MrTwister8

Chapter 32 in Prince of Beornia

Uthul let out a heavy, annoyed groan, splashing the warm water. *“Can’t have a single moment’s peace in this damned camp,”* she muttered. But as the ripples settled, her irritation melted into a wicked, predatory grin. *“Still, a good quarrel always gets my blood pumping. Makes...

A quarrel

by MrTwister8

Chapter 31 in Prince of Beornia

Uthul let out a loud, booming laugh that echoed off the damp cavern walls, the sound dripping with absolute mockery. She didn’t even bother to sit up, keeping her eyes shut as she allowed my trembling fingers to continue kneading her shoulders. *“A real chieftain does whatever s...