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Portfolio Entries from Orc Knight

  1. The Last Battle/ Prologue

    The Last Battle Eld is song and stories. Though by what is going on, it is coming to it's last notes and last pages. Sweeping over the world, past the old rubble of broken towers that once held damsels in distress and the stretches of forests and plains blackened and corrupted. Smoke from pyres as we follow the trails and roads northward. And we meet one of the primary characters of this ill ending tale. A large elf woman sitting on a stag upon a bluff, overlooking the armies...
  2. Last Battle/Prologue Pt. 2

    "My lady, they await you!" Inivia looked down at her squire. The young elf woman looked towards the main hall in Wolfholm. Inivia rolled her eyes as she got off her stag, handing off her spear to the squire and took off her helmet. She put her long war braid to the front, showing the steel and iron rings of battle that were a near solid length of metal. The war had done more to her then most, though all she had to show for it were black rings under her green eyes and minor scarring across...
  3. Last Battle/Prologue Pt. 3

    She caught Baba Yaga also glaring at her and glared back, fingering her sword. She and the witch were not on good terms. Any more then she and most everyone at the tables. The dwarf rulers were indifferent at the moment, still keeping an eye on her. It'd been at least a century since the elves and dwarves had a war. As Inivia finished and looked back at Titania. Or trying, she found Liza's armor impractical and the dark woman's chest distract-disgusting. Showing her cleavage as she was....
  4. Last Battle/Prologue Pt. 4

    Inivia snarled and headed to the door, punching it and taking out another side of it. She went back to her stag and squire, mimicking Allora under her breath. The bitch sounded almost desperate. Putting her helmet back on her head and grabbing her spear, she and her squire headed off to their camp. Once in her tent, showing as much wear as anything else, she was met with a meagre meal of pigeon in watery gravy and bread that was molding. She sat back in her folding chair and sighed. She...
  5. Last Battle/Prologue Pt. 5

    She rode past the ogre armies and the mess tents they were readying. They were also as big as the dark Amazon women, or it was the other way around. Slightly pointed ears, crested noses and foreheads, they looked like a cross between human and Fea and put in a large orc's body. Often with tattoo's and even an accent of the swampy coasts of the south that reminded her of the whore's voice. They all eyed her with some suspicion, yet did nothing. She only went to war with them when they went to...
  6. Thoughts on Orcs and Orks

    It's about orcs.
  7. The Not Orc Issue

    More about orcs, go figure eh?
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