Orcs and Offices - Part 1Orcs and OfficesOrcs and Offices - Part 1 by RandisOrhlau
Because work wasn't hard enough before your boss was a snarling 9 foot ogre.
Prelude Emerging into a whole new world
"Paging Randy Matner. Randy, I need to see you in my office post haste. This is non-negotiable."
Randall James Matner took off his thick black rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyes. It was his boss. The tone of the voice over the phone was calm, it always was. There was never any emotional variation in Bill 'Mr. Friday' Faraday's speech. He could condemn a village of starving children to death, and it would still sound like a cost analysis report. Randy could practically see it.
"I'm here to proudly announce on behalf of Johnson & Blake and their shareholders our recent acquisition of your air! After reviewing the 2009 budget, we regret to inform you that as of today your rights to continued breathing have been revoked. Any future attempts at drawing breath will be considered unlawful use of Johnson & Blake property, and will be prosecuted
Battle of Argonia PreludeI have a pretty good idea about what he's feeling right about now," the blonde youth said airly. He was staring right at the man, but not so much at him as it was through him. Those dark green eyes, those living emeralds, regained focus, and his features snapped back into the harsh look of cold anger.Battle of Argonia Prelude by RandisOrhlau
"And I don't care."
Dannar of Maedina snapped his sword of out his scabbard and rushed towards he man with dizzying speed. His opponent reacted poorly; obviously the man hadn't expected somebody to cut to the chase so quickly. The sound of blades meeting drew the stares of everyone, and halted all the activity in the warcamp. The blonde youth's swing forced the older man's blade wide, which was followed up with a savage kick to the stomach. Ground padded with fresh morning snow cushioned the man's ungraceful collapse. Tendrils of mist from exhaled from the man's ragged gasps floated lazily into the crisp winter air.
"All of them!" he choked out, "and... my wife! Not without them
A Peach for JanusThey stood on a hill coated in vibrant green grass that tickled their bare feet. The trees swayed lazily in the slight autumn breeze. Little Janus Edak and his sister Molly had made themselves a permanent fixture of the hill. They had wasted two full hours running and chasing after their genetically altered canine, Drekky. The angler fish fixture on the dogs head, which ended in a non luminous yellow sphere, bobbed comically as the mutt pranced around looking for the next opportunity to cause his exhausted masters to resume the chase. He found it in an exposed lunch box, and was soon sprinting away at top speed with a ham sandwich firmly gripped between his jaws.A Peach for Janus by RandisOrhlau
Drekky give it back. Janus made no move to follow the alterhund, which was waiting several odd yards away merrily munching on his newly snagged treat with wary eyes, ready to run at a moments notice. It was ok; Janus really didnt feel like getting up. Molly and he had been looking at the clou
The Last Keeper of Thale part2The village of Madethine tried its best to be nothing more than a small hamlet, however the steady traffic of visitors wouldnt have it. Situated along one of the more major roads which lead to some of the more major places in the Archwald kingdom, it couldnt help but be noticed by those with weary feet and hungry stomachs. The Asterleighs noticed that they noticed. And much like Varnigan, the family enjoyed being noticed. In fact, they enjoyed being noticed with money even more so than the standard noticing! It was these observations that led Chadron Asterleigh to provide a place where one could treat weary feet, fill hungry stomachs, and notice members of different gender in the soft light of inebriation. Hopefully though, they wouldnt notice the growing chasm in their coin purses. It was in this great establishment, aptly named The Dancing Marmot, that Murdoc decided to spend his evening.The Last Keeper of Thale part2 by RandisOrhlau
It felt like a holiday. It always did. The halls were always well
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