Tales of Furlingas - Choose your own story text adventure part 22
"a barbarian with no axe and no loincloth, what are you going to use for a weapon?" the bear asked looking around the cave. they had left plenty of orc weapons back in the camp.
Bilen's Slavers Chap 3
With that, he grabbed the cubling by the waist and flew into the air just as the maddened barbarian drew his hammer and charged.
Tales from the Briar-Heart, Vol. 1
barbarians.... trolls, wizards, elves....
Tales of Furlingas - Choose your own story text adventure part 10
I eventually got a lead, a map to the temple held by a clan of polar bear barbarians. well imagine my surprise when i arrive in town only to hear the chieftains' son had stolen the map before me.
Chapter XII, Hot blood Black fur (Part One)
The barbarian caught her and pulled her into a kiss. the wolf stared at him, the grin faded from his face as he gazed her in the eye.
Hyena Heat
His mind wandered back to the powerful male barbarian he had pulled up on the screen. what did he smell like, fyn wondered? he could practically imagine it - musky, potent, virile.
A Juice Stained Note
The barbarian lifted the note to the light and dramatically cleared her throat, then read it aloud. "there's no room for a code, barely enough room for what's there."
A Silvergate story (Chapter 3/11) - Kingdom
This wasn't a barbarian army; it was a barbarian horde. court rivalries was nothing new, but these were chiefs and warlords of separate clans and tribes, with divergent ideas and interests.
The Map of gilgama Chapter 2
She was covered head to toe in sexy battle armor, it reminded her almost of conan the barbarian. the leather straps that just barely covered her large fifty cent size nipples, the furry shoulder pads, and loincloth.
Hard Negotiations
To appease a barbarian warband, an elven princess engages in carnal negotiations. "wolves," said robern, as though the caravan hadn't eyes to see them.
Potions I
Peering at the vial, elwin mumbled to himself, "you know, it does look a bit like-" ## ## part i - the volunteer "come on," the barbarian thought.
Apt Pupil
He had just been purchased by my master at a slave auction, one of a number of barbarian warriors rounded up in the aftermath of another of rome's victories. precisely why my master thought he could make a gladiator i never knew.