Recent content by Geskar Blightbrood

It comes. The hum from a dumb audience sucking their thumbs with chants of “WEEEHEEE!” and “I ORDERED PEACH WINE NOT PLUM!” and “ORCS ARE SCUM!” and “ALL RIGHT LET'S GET SOME!” and “MY JUNK IS NUMB!” But all the orc heard was the drum of war. Here it comes! Staff in hand, a measured grip in...

Speaking of four arms, Geskar had only two but he had removed others too. That tended to happen when his weapon met flesh and tendon. Only he had no weapons on his person as he entered the arena, blinded by bright white light that instant. Then he blinked. He could see. And he saw the ring, the...

So, shut up and so much for Thanasis. Place sounded like a dragon’s armpit or backside anyway so what the hey. Into the hallway and no short walk from the exit of the mess to the rest of the complex but there’s your conversation, bet. “You get any elven women comin’ in?” Geskar was sure to...

Pissed off the top earners, is it? Well call the blue orc a wagon cab and a whore to go with it if these were the ‘top earners’ on the floor. This entire lot was hardly worth Geskar’s fists, never mind his spit. “Speaking of piss, this water tastes like—” A guard just then piped up in shiny...

Well it looked like his minced meat didn’t hit anybody at least but his turkey bone certainly did. Heh. It was all Blue could do to grin at his opponent. What kind of an idiot mimics a slit throat? Fucking amateur. “Sure as shit with an elf buried in it. Only a dumbass eats his bloody bedding.”...

Borr… Geskar chewed on that name as if his chicken-turkey-whozitwotzit was steak. A name born for a warrior. And no mistake. Toward a pair of elves in blue tattoos. Pussies. Any orc, blue or green, would crush them in a heartbeat. Borr pointed forth at human warriors. Geskar observed further...

“Pirate, huh?” Pirate scum, some may say, but in Geskar’s world everyone and their mother and father, boy or girl, was scum no matter what their occupation, so fuck it. And fuck the melting pot that made this minced meat that tasted like kitten. Took a few ships, he did. Geskar dipped his bread...

Two moons and a bit. Ha. Green was just a bit as green as blue, then, when it came to it, but best not blink over color confusion. Whatever the case, it was an answer that Geskar accepted with little argument, if ever ready to debate. “Some quick, some slow, eh?” Was that an attack? A challenge...

The blue orc was new, it was true, and by the sounds of his counterpart the green orc wasn’t so new. Still, of course it wasn’t fuckin’ chicken. It was turkey. But both were birds and there’s your pun and then some. Geskar bit his leg and chewed then looked outside. He thought about the dead elf...

Geskar looked down at the turkey leg like it was the best thing in the city this side of Shitville. He caught the look of the green orc and shot him one back as if to challenge with sword. If looks could kill. “Gladly.” He was just as much smiling, baring his teeth, ripping off a bit of turkey...

Meat was indeed on the menu but far be it from a blue or a green orc to call this meat proper pork. It was Geskar’s first time in this Cerak pit, his first day through the gate as a slave of this establishment into the mess hall or onto the mess field or wherever the hell they were but it didn’t...

"Watch where you step!" First Geskar had stepped backward upon not wanting to get his feet wet. Then he was pushed forward on account of the loudmouth behind him. That meant he almost stepped in the puddle of Uncle Peehead in front of him. "Watch where you step!" That man said as the blue orc...

The sun entered. A warm gust as ever creeping along the cold stone and stained straw of his cell. He wasn’t robbing the description of someone else, mind you, neither attempting to break four walls. Yet, as much could be said about the previous person, or the one after him, amid this prison of...