The orcs peered at her for a moment, rough faces entirely unreadable.They gestured at her with their thick hands or weapons. In their loud bouts of orchish, Meviahd caught the word 'ogar'. 'Kill.' Her stomach rose into the back of her throat again.

A human mage, who's both a hermit & a pacifist, must deal with the consequences that follow after a night of passion entangles her fate with that of a Troll hunter. **This is mostly brain fudge, with an attempt at a story in there somewhere. Be gentle.**

A High Warlord finds himself coming out of retirement to put an end to disturbing dreams, but when he finds the girl from his visions things get more complicated than what he had bargained for.