A Dash for Freedom, part 2
Something was wrong, Ivar knew it before he was even fully awake. The wind was blowing in their direction, carrying with it a faint but undeniable smell. He rose from the den they had laid in, taking care not to wake the still-sleeping cheetah, and he...
Tales From The Beast City: A Gnoll's Story Part Three
For weeks the galley sailed up the sluggish river, propelled by the strength of the rowers who manned the oars. It was exhausting work, and Garrik's entire body ached. The dampness and constant lashings soon turned his clothes into clinging rags, and...
Tales From The Beast City: Tenshal
It was high noon and the sun was beating down on the plantation, enveloping the lush orchards and lazy canals in a shroud of stifling air that carried the dusty smell of dry grass. Tenshal opened his maw, yawned, and stretched his muscular limbs, bored...
A Day At The Market
Nabassi hummed gaily as he picked his way through the throng of people that swarmed the narrow alleys and corridors of the bazaar. The motley crowds that pressed around him were smelly, dirty and noisy but this did not dampen his good mood. Today the...
Tales From The Beast City: A Gnoll's Story Part Two
Garrik the gnoll quaffed another tankard of cheap but potent ale and loosed a sonorous, deep-throated belch. Satisfied, he slammed the mug down on the table, rested his hand against his cheek and drummed his burly fingers on the stain-encrusted boards....
A Dash for Freedom, part 1
The bodies weren't even cold but the birds of prey were already circling overhead. Crawling from his hiding place on top of the stables, Ivar advanced cautiously towards the ledge of the roof and looked down at the carnage below. A dozen bloodied and...
Tales from the Beast City: Shady Dealings
Jarzi yawned and rested his head on his furry paws. He always felt drowsy after eating lunch and the afternoon seemed to move at a crawl. It didn't help that his job as a scribe in one of the large warehouses that bordered the river was dull at the...
The Mightiest of Rat-Mages
"You must say-admit, Grey Seer Krikch, that it was my brilliant-cunning plan that won us the battle today. Without the perfectly timed attack of my warriors on the rear of the dwarf-thing line, your pathetic slaves would have been cut-slain to the last...
Vurrik's Bad Day
"All hail Vurrik, saviour of the clan!" the stormvermin screeched as he raised his bloodied halberd. "All hail Vurrik of Skryre, our new master!" a thousand shrill voices resounded in the cavernous hall. With a smile of undisguised glee, the...
Ménage à Trois
"Really, my dear, I do not think you appreciate how fortunate you are. Charles is all that a woman could want: young, gallant, well-mannered and of good family. Many ladies would dream of marrying him." "He is all of these things, true," Emily...
The Gladiators: A Dish Best Served Cold
"What do you think, love?" Tycho had to repeat his question. Elak had found himself lost in the cold grey spheres that were meant to be Sulla's eyes. There before the two, stood not a gleaming monument of remembrance, but a shrine. It was nestled...
Tales from the Beast City: The Hangman's Fee
"Welcome my lord. Yes, I have reserved the best balcony seats just for you and your honoured guest. You will not miss a crumb of the spectacle, and I shall provide the usual refreshments so that you lack for nothing." The gaily-clothed weasel was...