The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Where Did Manyboots Go?

“Have I mentioned how much this sucks yet?”

“About three times this conversation alone, Dullahan.”

“Then I’m saying it again, Ficas- this fucking sucks!”

Ficas turned to literally bite the sassy human’s head off, but the second he looked away from the raider he was fighting, said raider was bashed to the ground and repeatedly stomped on by an enraged gargoyle.

Before Ficas could even say anything said gargoyle tackled the next raider in line, blood spraying into the air as Garl turned his victim into a pile of blood and gore.

Ficas glanced over at Dullahan. “… Is he… usually like this during combat?” he asked.

“Honestly? As far as I know, this is new and I’m about three seconds away from shitting my pants.”

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- When Garl Met Odra

Three years ago…

There was something following him in the brush.

Garl wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t dropped a few gold out of his pouch. Damn thing had a hole in it. He’d bent over to pick the coins up when he saw the brush twitch. Just a little twitch, just enough that he knew something was there. It wasn’t an animal. An animal would run. No, this thing was following him. It was intelligent.

It was hunting him.

How adorable.

Garl waited. Whatever was hiding there couldn’t have been very big. Probably a pissed off gnome from that caravan he hit a few days ago. He didn’t even take much, he just fucked their day for giggles. Not like there was anything else to do. Gods, could he be any more fucking bored?

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots – Battle at Dimborough

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Traveling with Aunva and her party was quite enjoyable. Even if things started off on the wrong foot by Aunva announcing she’d gotten horses for the whole party and Odra screamed in terror, Garl quickly resolved things by plopping Odra on his back and declining to take the draft horse that she’d secured for him- even an enormous steed like that would struggle to carry a pure stone gargoyle. That was fine, they’d just use his horse to carry their supplies, and by every god masked and unmasked Aunva did not know how to pack light.

It was fun traveling at first. Aunva’s men always competed with each other to see who would be lucky enough to sleep in the same tent with her, striving to always have her approval. Dullahan was a hell of a story teller, keeping them all preoccupied in the daylight hours when they had to stop since Aunva couldn’t travel then. Sylvia’s dark sense of humor had Odra laughing and Sahsi looking paler than ever.

It was a great time… until they reached their destination.

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- The Knight in Black Armor

Smoke. Smoke and blood.

Odra stumbled back in the village, spinning around and around to look for any survivors. Any at all. All she could see were corpses. Corpses of her fellow goblin defenders, but also the bodies of the elders, the farmers, the ones that just stayed home to mind the village… the ones who never hurt a fly.

Why? Why would someone do this? Odra weaved through the ruins and the death, whipping her head back and forth as she searched for her friends. “Mitemouth? Fatgut? Where are you guys!?” she called out. “Pach? Uglap? Anyone?! Clammaw?! Hello!? Come on, this isn’t funny anymore! Get out here, you all can’t be dead!”

They couldn’t be. She’d only ran away from the fight as a joke. They couldn’t be dead because of her joke.

Her pace picked up as she reached the center of the village, where some of the fires were still going. The smell of burning flesh made her eyes water but she sped up, the babies were there, if they weren’t moved away the fire would soon-

Odra skidded to a dead stop as she realized the fire was located inside of the pen.

No. They couldn’t have been that cruel.

But they’d been crueler.

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots – What’s Your Type?

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“Hey Odra!”

Oh boy. Adorable incarnate was here to bother her. Odra sighed and lowered her mug. “Sup, Sahsi. Enjoying life at the guild?” she asked.

Sahsi beamed and took a seat next to Odra. “I love it! It was a lot to get used to, but I kinda fit in here. I’ve even gone on a few jobs. Where’s Garl?”

“Fucking someone at Fit For Kings.”

That was the bonus of having Sahsi think they were friends. She was so easily flustered and it was hilarious. Her pale green cheeks was now noticeably darker. “O-oh. I. Um. That’s… nice.” Sahsi cleared her throat a few times and fanned her face. “So… is he there like. Every night?”

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Garl and Odra Meet Dullahan and Sylvia

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Odra and Garl.

Garl and Odra.

That was all they needed. No one but them. The perfect pair.

“Who the FUCK are you two!?”

This was a simple job- clear out the abandoned tower from the squatters inside. The typical affair. Your typical shifty bunch. Easy peasy. So when Odra and Garl popped out the other end of the trail to almost (quite literally) run into a pair that were clearly plotting on the best way to enter the house.

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Just A Baby

“Oh my gods, she’s so cuuuute!”

“Look at those little pointy ears. So this is Visom’s kid?”

“Yeah, her mom’s that one human at Fit For King’s that’s super tall and buff. Explains why he never had the time for you, Tiath, haha!”

“Oh sure, make height jokes about the gnome, that’s super clever. What’s her name?”

“Saballa. Look at all those dark curls, she looks just like her momma!”

“I could just eat her up!”

A gaggle of female adventurers had all surrounded the cradle that had currently been placed in the corner of the adventurer’s guild, cooing and aww’ing and just being so stupid that Odra was about two minutes away from barfing.

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots- Witch Hunt

“Garl. There’s someone at our table. I want her gone.”

Garl grimaced as he lifted his head off the bar just enough to look at his minuscule partner. “Mmm? What’s that? What time is it?” He murmured.

“How much did you drink last night?” Odra rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I got down here, there’s a bitch at our table, and she wants to talk to us. Says she has a job. Are you sober enough to hear it so she’ll leave?”

Grumbling, Garl slipped off the bar stool, cracking his neck before looking up at the corner table that Odra claimed was ‘theirs’. Sure enough, there was someone there- two hobgoblin bodyguards and one fine lady they were accompanying. She had fiery red hair down to her waist, the slit in her dress went up her thigh… she was a sight for mortal and god alike. She spotted Garl and winked, and like that Garl was wide awake. The gargoyle bolted to his normal seat, nearly trampling an unfortunate gnome on his way to get there.

Odra sighed. “Every time it’s a hot one…” she murmured to herself before following her companion. She pulled herself up onto her chair and glowered at the ‘table thief’. “Sup.”

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The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots – Fit for Kings

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The Fit For Kings brothel wasn’t the worst place for a lady or a gentleman to seek employment. In fact, it was likely one of the best places in the city for their kind of work. The beds were clean, Madame Snowbraids took good care of the employees and never judged them by race or sex, and since they were right down the way from the adventurer’s guild, business was booming.

Course. This also meant they got some oddball clients on occasion.

“What is that!?”

Besh immediately regretted what she blurted out as Welogret pinched her hard on the thigh, but who could blame her? Two days of working at of Fit For Kings and now there was what looked like a stone demon up front, chatting with Madame Snowbraids and eyeing the ladies.

Welogret gave her a dirty look. “Be nice, Besh, that’s Garl,” she said.

“What is a Garl?” Besh hissed back to Welogret.

“He’s a gargoyle, a living stone statue. Never seen one of ‘em, ey?” The dwarven woman chuckled as she threw her hair over her shoulder and puffed out her chest. “I met a few back home. They don’t usually come above ground, and Garl’s the only gargoyle adventurer I’ve ever heard about. He’s a regular ‘round here.”

Besh’s jaw dropped as she stared at the gargoyle. “Wha- they- he- they can- he has-”

“Oooooh yeah. Aaaaand…” Welogret gestured for Besh to lean down as she whispered, “he is packingdown there.”

Oh gods. Besh’s jaw dropped. “Is he actually made of rock or is that just what he looks like?” she asked.

“Hard all the way, honey,” Welogret said with a wink.

“How doesn’t he kill the ladies he’s with?”

“Honestly?” Welogret shrugged. “I’ve had worse injuries from a clumsy halfling. He’s pretty careful, usually lets the ladies stay on top, picks the tougher ones that aren’t so breakable. And he even gives good tips after he’s had his fun.”

Tougher ladies… Besh gulped. “So… l-like a half orc?”

“Like a half orc,” Welogret agreed. “Relax. There’s another perk.”

“What perk?!”

Welogret snickered before she whistled. “Hey! Garl!” Besh blanched as Garl turned away from the Madame, but Welogret just winked and blew a kiss. “Stick your tongue out, the new girl wants to see!”

The gargoyle smirked before he stuck out his tongue… his… forked tongue.

Oh… my.

Besh blushed, pulling her fan from her belt to wave at her face. “O-oh… that kind of perk.”

“It’s nice and long too-”

Welogret!

“So, you’re new here?”

How a giant monster made of stone could sneak up on the pair so quietly Besh didn’t know, but there he was, leaning against the wall, a grin still on his face.

Besh was still flushed crimson but she nodded.

“Hmmm.” The gargoyle leaned down, his eyes flicking down to her bosom and back up to her face. “You mind taking me up to your room?” His tongue briefly flicked out to lick his lips and Besh nearly swooned.

“Sure,” Besh smiled sheepishly as she took Garl’s arm and led him up the stairs. “Just, um, be gentle?”

Garl laughed, and Besh really wasn’t sure if that was good or bad for her.

The Adventures of Garl and Odra Manyboots – Too Much Fruit!

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“You know what, Garl?”

“Hmm?”

“I think. The guild master expected this job to be the one we don’t come home from.”

“Really? What makes you think that?”

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