Orc Knight's Portfolio

A History of the Undead Plague Upon Eld. Written By Mage Kendall of the Emerald Tower The Undead, once a myth told to children to keep them in line, with us little knowing how real it was. To our misfortune we can not accurately track the undead to the beginning. Or perhaps not I, for those I...

This will be another one of my ramblings on orcs. This time about using and not using them in fiction and the perception of how at least I see various fill ins. You're here, possibly reading and more then likely at least familiar of orcs. Or have a passing familiarity with variations or their...

(Or, I really wanted to blather about why they're important to me) This is likely going to be a long stream of thought journal entry that came to me. So, onwards to this mess. First, I like orcs, as is obvious from the name and all. And anyone who's met me in chat. I like them from the big...

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...

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...

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...

"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...

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...