Chapter 28: Jakon
Jakon gawked at the bottom shelf, the one chiseled like the solid gray gears he used to love forging before his human side ended that part of his life forever. But now, no, he almost snarled more vicious than any raging beast elf. Almost. But silent rage was better sometimes. Sometimes. For the cracks and booms of the vines conquering the slopes of Dirlop Mountain … the dust clouding everything, even making his room a foggy gray … but it wasn’t enough to stop his dwarven vision. From spotting the horror of his bottom shelf … all the books were...
Chapter 27: Ivy
Ivy was shocked, shocked at just how many gemstones shined throughout the whole entire ceiling. Really. So much light, and soooo many colors, all from so many precious stones. No wonder those dragons wanted to conquer this place. They loved shiny gemstones almost as much as they loved munching cute girls like Ivy. Kinda like what happened to her peace-loving oldest sis. No point in loving peace if that meant a dragon could eat you any moment it felt like it, and dragons loved themselves a tasty looking girl, but not guys as much, for some weird reason. (Maybe they...
Chapter 25: Jakon
Jakon smelled such a strong rosy fragrance now, like those rose bouquets mom loved on her birthday, but it couldn’t be coming from Sky. Sure, she was a gorgeous elf girl so her natural smell would be some kind of plant or fruit, but there wasn’t a touch of alcohol to the aroma, and wow, did that girl smell of alcohol right now. Not that he minded but just her fumes were enough to get him drunk, no, drunker than whatever that healing potion she fed him did. He could still taste its rosy goodness and alcoholic searing wow. He’d...
Chapter 24: Drakoth
Drakoth curled tight around the top spire of the Dirlop Mountain. As if he was squeezing the life out of a giant mouse, but the spire was too much like a granite spike into the sky, even if it was on the cooler side. For now. His flame wasn’t needed. Yet. Along the steep craggy slopes the wind carried the smell of dead warthoggish orc and dying dwarf. Flesh he would normally roast and eat, but no. Not this time. Not when his victory was so close. Soon he’d celebrate by munching that tasty looking elf girl that was mating...
Chapter 23: Jakon
Jakon barely managed not to gasp. That roar shook everything. Even the whole mountain. To the very core. Just the wind, it carried the stink of serpent now. Enough to sour his appetite. Even for mom’s coming corned beef sandwiches. Fresh or reheated. No doubt the delicious reward for defending Dirlop Mountain. Because curled on the top spire of a peak … a scarlet dragon. Several times bigger than a war stallion. Wings out wide and endless times more fierce than any other beast he ever saw. A dragon that glared their way. No. At Frostine a few paces away...
Chapter 22: Jakon
That cloud of cherry musk swirling toward Jakon. Only paces away. From on top of a low boulder. Where Scarlet had been. Scarlet went back to her card form. And into his deck? By herself? His breathe was ragged but still steady. His strength still there. Like dwarven steel. It wouldn’t give in. He wouldn’t shatter like less human steel. Not until the job was done and his home safe again. But now for the final enemy. The snow vixen in snake-bone armor loomed over him. On top of a ring of tall boulders. She glared down at him. Her...