Jenny and Nick just reached a lake in a total wilderness.


It's a nice lake. A waterfall is flowing in from a cliff.



Jenny: This looks like a good place to set up our tent.



Jenny is really astonished when looking at the water.



Nick: You can take a ba

Girls make bad warriors.









“Come on! We’ve finally been invited to join the transport guild!”






Sarah pulled her friend along behind her, a small dagger bounced at her side, she had been going to the adventures guild for several months tr

Cooked
On Cruise
Story By KavenBach August
2010
(Ambassadors of the Flesh Standalone)
There was no escaping the scent.
Though the cruise liner was in the middle of the ocean,
with no land visible in any direction and salty-smelling breezes
constant, the scent clung to every corner of the ship. The
passengers could never hide from the smell of cooking piglet.
It was not like anyone
would want to hide
from the aroma. Not really. It was mouth-watering to the grenoils
--- the bipedal frog-men

Philip against the Frogs


It was a stormy night in the streets of the city. Water was falling from the skies like never before and thunders were cutting the grey and clouds in pieces. Under the streets the sewers and pipes were full. The gutter next to Phillips house had turned to an aggressive Niagara water fall. But the two storey house was built on an underground pavement high enough to keep it warm and dry. From the outside the green dark waters were sparkling with yellow squares by the r

Survival of the Species


Part 12: The Fear Factor


Story By KavenBach June 2009



It was exciting, but it was terrifying.

Lucy was used to scary things. She was used to being as excited as she was scared, as she fought big creatures that wanted nothing other than to eat her alive. She had learned young, or so she suspected, that the best response to her fear, rather than to panic, was to confront it head-on. It had served her, and other girls, well, and she had saved herself and

Ambassadors of the Flesh


Part three: Pell's Kitchen


Story by KavenBach September 2009




“I doubt I'll ever get used to seeing that...”

Leena shook her head, but couldn't really disagree. Her friend Chalsee was referring to an already very familiar sight just to the left of the three women as they neared the palace's kitchen area. Seated comfortably at a bench was a sated grenoil, his pink maleness half retracted, oozing, and semi-soft, his full belly giving slight