Lovers and Liches
By G.D. Penman
The troll reared up to its full height, scraping the roof of the cavern with the tip of the colossal club in its hands. Korgulg wiped blood from his eyes, tightened his grip on the Axe of Blasphemy, and roared defiance back into the monster’s tusked face. “You no hurt sexy elf lady!”
Hidden behind Korgulg’s broad, shirtless body, Leithianel’s already faltering spell collapsed between her hands as she covered her face in embarrassment. It was bad enough being murdered by trolls without Korgulg’s clumsy attempts at flirtation. The troll’s club hammered onto Korgulg, and he let out a grunt of pain as it knocked him to his knees. Green-tinted blood ran down the sculpted muscles of the half-orc’s back. This looked like the end.
Leithianel cast her gaze aroun
