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


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


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-”


“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- A Rough Introduction

It seemed the Eswa Adventurer’s Guild was the place to be tonight. The music was playing, the beer was flowing… And at the bar, Sterling Van Broom, a broomstick of a man with a curled handlebar mustache and a haughty expression was discussing some more sinister work with the guild master.

“So, do you have anyone for the job?”

The guild master sighed, rubbing his right temple and cursing the god that brought this man into his guild. He glanced over the adventurers in the room, the happy go lucky halflings singing about their latest heroics, the cheery gnomes playing cards, the delighted elves and humans mingling together after the successful defeat of a red dragon… and then his gaze stopped at the table in the far corner, tucked away just out of sight from anyone casually entering the guild.

“For something like that, you’re gonna want Manyboots and her friend,” the guild master said, pointing towards that table.

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