To the Reader: You may have noticed that in our last adventure, our grim and lethally wicked anti-hero had his name spelled "Lazdrick" in the title, yet in the story that followed, the "k" was left off the spelling. I will explain this before our next tale begins! You see, in Dwarven tradition, ending a name in the letter K is considered a grim omen of misfortunes to come. Therefore, since our first story took part in the mountain fortress of Ironforge, capital of the Dwarven lands, I felt it only respectful to uphold the tradition. Forgetting the spelling of the main character's name is in NO WAY due to myself, the author, being absent minded or ignorant to detail...However, to stray from any confusion in recounting LazdricK's erotic exploits, I will use the proper spelling of the name, and apologize for any offense taken by any readers of Dwarven decent. Thank you, and enjoy.
STORY
It was another bitterly cold day in Dun Morogh, the frozen hunk of land where the massive Dwarven capital of Ironforge dominated the chilly landscape. A few miles from the mountain keep, Lazdrick and his hulking blue demon Hazos waited patiently for the arrival of Lazdrick's newest business acquaintance.
Hazos was chosen for today's task for his mindless obedience and nigh indestructible physique. The Voidwalker demon was perfect for gruesome tasks such as the one they were about to embark on this crisp morning. Lazdrick looked towards the Troll cave entrance and shook his head, almost feeling sorry for the savages, who were about to be cleared entirely from this icy cavern in the goriest way possible.
The Gnome had out his wand, admiring the craftsmanship of it, practicing his shot on a few far off trees, gracefully zapping off some of the smaller branches when he saw in the distance a figure approaching.
And what a figure it was! Lazdrick smiled as Anya approached. The Dwarf Warrior was quite a sight for any male. She was short and broad, thick and curvy, with tits easily bigger than the Gnomes head. Her double D's were trapped in a simple white top that was daringly low cut and less than halfway buttoned. She wore a sexy red beret from where her chin length, bobbed orange hair neatly framed her sexy face. Eyes of brilliant green, with cheeks and cleavage sprinkled with cinnamon colored freckles. She wore a short plaid red skirt, polished shoes, and knee high white socks. Her pale white legs were thick yet shapely, and strapped to her back was a singularly menacing looking claymore sword that was almost as heavy as the two massive gallons of meat that she lugged around on her ample chest.
Lazdrick smiled to his demonic protector. "Dwarven fashion, gotta love it."
She smiled as she approached him, reaching behind her back and heaving the hulking sword to a ready position. "Morning Lazdrick, was it?"
"Yes. I'm glad to see you're still on board for our little plan."
"Of course! I wouldn't a-give it up for th'world! Are ye ready?"
Her thick accent gave Lazdrick a shiver, the Dwarven manner of speaking making the small, stout race seem brainless beyond belief. Her ignorance made this even sweeter. "Before we begin, you are clear on our bargain?" He raised a sleek black eyebrow.
Anya nodded, taking a massive practice swing with her large blade. "We go in, kill off anything that moves, lop off the head of the main Troll Shaman, which I bring back t'Ironforgefor the hefty reward and glory, and you keep yer mouth shut about helping me through. In return for the reward and the glory of the kill, you get t'have yer way with me when the deed is done, and once every month after the fact for a year."
"I re-iterate that our deal is I may perform any sexual act upon you that I wish, no matter how perverse or morbid, short of torture, for one hour per meeting. Is that clear?" He removed an aged parchment with their agreement sketched upon it. A black quill appeared in Lazdrick's hand and he signed the contract, handing it over to the busty, glory hungry Dwarf Warrior. "Are we agreed?"
She took the contract and without even skimming it, she signed it hurriedly. "Aye, agreed."
Lazdrick rolled up the parchment and slipped it into one of his bags, smiling. "Very well, let us begin our little quest."