Asher – Ash for short – is on her own for the first time, trying to make a living, making new friends, looking for romance… and being captured by orcs.
After slightly stabbing her powerful step-father, Asher is a half-elven girl on the run, exiled and forced to sell her skills as a swordswoman. But the only real jobs for someone with her skills are hunting monster bounties and she falls in with the wrong crowd.
• A one-eyed dwarf pirate with mermaids tattooed on his chest and problems fitting his, uh, oversize love hammer, in normal girls;
• A half-human barbarian with a fetish for putting his tongue where the magic rings don’t shine;
• An friendly barmaid who wants to look after her a little too intimately;
• And a moon-elf frenemy who seems determined to get them both into trouble.
And that’s all before their first adventure goes horribly, horribly wrong. What’re a pair of half-elven girls to do when their adventuring party gets killed and they’re captured by orcs? Well, if you’re Asher, you bargain with whatever you’ve got. Lucky for her, these orcs are willing to trade freedom for getting good luck. Only orcs have very strange ideas about what part of an elf girl they want to rub for luck!
Asher – Ash for short – is on her own for the first time, trying to make a living, making new friends, looking for romance… and being captured by orcs.
After slightly stabbing her powerful step-father, Asher is a half-elven girl on the run, exiled and forced to sell her skills as a swordswoman. But the only real jobs for someone with her skills are hunting monster bounties and she falls in with the wrong crowd.
• A one-eyed dwarf pirate with mermaids tattooed on his chest and problems fitting his, uh, oversize love hammer, in normal girls;
• A half-human barbarian with a fetish for putting his tongue where the magic rings don’t shine;
• An friendly barmaid who wants to look after her a little too intimately;
• And a moon-elf frenemy who seems determined to get them both into trouble.
And that’s all before their first adventure goes horribly, horribly wrong. What’re a pair of half-elven girls to do when their adventuring party gets killed and they’re captured by orcs? Well, if you’re Asher, you bargain with whatever you’ve got. Lucky for her, these orcs are willing to trade freedom for getting good luck. Only orcs have very strange ideas about what part of an elf girl they want to rub for luck!