Showing 6 blog posts matching 2 tags: Josh Vogt, Web Fiction

  1. The Price Paid

    Akina stood rooted, a peculiar chill dousing the embers in her gut. Could it be possible? Could these creatures truly want to handle things in a civilized manner? Ever since leaving for the war, she'd only ever encountered them on the battlefield, knowing full well they sought her death as much as she theirs. What if Ondorum was right? What if these hobgoblins hadn't participated in the fighting and were just victims of circumstances? Could she damn them for the actions of others?

    Josh VogtMarjorie DavisPathfinder TalesWeb FictionThe Price Paid
  2. The Price Paid

    The goblin's head morphed into a humanoid skull with a piggish nose and enormous, bat-like ears. Milky eyes fixed on Akina as fangs filled a slavering maw. The beast's body expanded and hunched over, bristling with fur until it resembled an enormous wolf with clawed hands instead of forepaws.

    Josh VogtMarjorie DavisPathfinder TalesWeb FictionThe Price Paid
  3. The Price Paid

    Akina trailed Ondorum across the main threshold, which he said the hobgoblins had been using to come and go. The air turned chilly and musty, with an underlying reek that flared the embers in Akina's gut—a fetid mix of blood, grease, dung, and rotting meat unique to hobgoblins. It conjured up too-fresh memories of their hideous warcries and how they'd clamber over the corpses of allies and foes alike to slaughter all in their path.

    Josh VogtMarjorie DavisPathfinder TalesWeb FictionThe Price Paid
  4. The Price Paid

    "There!" Akina thrust her maulaxe out, pointing to the craggy ruins on the hillside. "Told you I smelled hobgoblin stink. We'll have our pay by morning."

    Josh VogtMarjorie DavisPathfinder TalesWeb FictionThe Price Paid
  5. Hunter's Folly

    At the warning cry, Aberny looked back and noticed the crude frame of branches that propped a large rock pile above the tunnel they'd emerged from. Even as he did, a scrabble of talons alerted him just before the beast burst upward, jaws snapping every which way. It clamped onto the ledge with one claw and swept the other out.

    Glen OsterbergerJosh VogtPathfinder TalesWeb Fiction
  6. Hunter's Folly

    The trio hiked along the base of a scraggly knoll under the midday sun. Tali had at least stopped complaining about the dirt soiling her dress, and now joined Aberny in eyeing the skies for any sign of their foe. Ralynn kept an easy, if steady, pace ahead, one blade always out as he scanned the wild brush and every dip and curve of the earth in case the chimera crouched in wait.

    Glen OsterbergerJosh VogtPathfinder TalesWeb Fiction

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