Chapter 1 - Stories

 It was Hallow’s End, and all of Azeroth got ready to celebrate the evening in style. Humans and orcs, tauren and dwarves, gnomes and draenei, elves of every kind, and both living and nonliving alike, all came together to break away from the endless war and take some enjoyment in the simpler pleasures of life, like apple bobbing in Goldshire or trick-or-eating grumpy dwarves in Stormwind’s dwarven sector. 

 Or extremely degenerate behavior in some cases…



 Dumiir adjusted his Hallow’s End tauren mask and the belt of his tight commoner clothes. It was the first time visiting Ironforge for the draenei priest, and he felt uncomfortable out of his usual holy vestments. As he made his way across the open space in front of the bank, he tripped up and fell to the ground. A red-headed gnome with crazy hair and tattoos snaking all over his quizzical face, holding hands with a Dark Iron dwarf with flaming hair and dark make-up, gave him the finger. “Watch where you’re going, spaceman!” 

“W-Wait!” the draenei pleaded in his awkward accent. 

 The gnome’s mechanical belt buckle was almost bigger than his entire chest. Dumiir watched the quick fingers hooked into the belt on stand-by as he listened. “Fine, spaceman. Make your case.”

“I am here looking for my daughter.”

 He shook his head. “Not into draenei girls. Don’t like the tails.” 

 Dumiir slapped his hand down on the stone floor. “I did not ask, nor would I take this tone had you gone near my daughter’s tail!” he barked, offended. “I wish for you to direct me to the inn here.” 

“Uhhh, it’s that way,” said the gnome, pointing nowhere at all. He gave the finger again as the couple moved on, amused by his misfortune. 

 Dumiir wandered the dwarven hell till he came across the inn, but there was no sign of his daughter. All he could see was merriment, people in costumes, and those stupid pumpkins. He went around asking for a place where he might find a draenei girl, till a worgen told him about a makeshift inn near the center of the city. “They’ve draenei there at times.”

 A part of him wanted to believe that his sweet Mesia could not be here. That she was back at the Exodar. Yet even back home, the youngest were celebrating this vile holiday. Just because they worked alongside these other races did not mean they had to take up all their customs. 

 As he entered the place that was supposed to be an inn, he heard total silence and then the slow counting of a voice, “Nineteen… Twenty… Twenty-one! It’s twenty-one!” Then everyone suddenly cheered. “You, miss, win a voucher worth two thousand gold.” 

 As he got closer, Dumiir could see the human female standing there and towering above the dwarves and gnomes. The one speaking was a balding old gnome sitting on a high stool that nearly reached her bust, holding a measuring band in his fingers. His hand went into a nearby pumpkin and extracted some candy that he threw into the crowd. “Next one!” he ordered. “Come on!” 

 This time a night elf stepped up and opened her top. Her breasts were small and the gnome looked them over grumpily. “This is nothing!” he snapped. “Why are you wasting my time?” 

 The night elf lowered her head and blushed. “Sorry, sir.” 

“You know the rules. If you can’t meet the minimum, you shouldn’t have entered. Lads?” The gnomes and dwarves tugged on her clothes as she giggled and fell to the floor. The gnomes got on top of her and started riding her body, while a dwarf was trying to shove his aged cock into her ready mouth. Then they led her away to a back room.

 What are they doing? thought Dumiir, looking away in shame. What sort of celebration is this? 

“Didn’t we have some draenei here too?” said the gnome. 

 Dumiir tensed. He prayed that it would not be his Mesia that he saw appear among these foul fools. He would kill them all if they even glanced at his daughter clothed. 

 A draenei walked out of the nearby room, but she was masked, so there was no way to tell for sure if it was her or not. Her elegant vest that squeezed together a bust that was certainly too big to belong to his Mesia. No, it can’t be. 

 As she stepped up to the old gnome, he yanked one of the buttons of the vest. “These are too damn good to be held back. I should punish you for that alone. Bring them out!” 

 The hushed crowd watched as she undid the vest and unleashed the bouncing, perfect pair of blue breasts. “You slut,” said the gnome, fingering one of her elongated nipples. “They’re already hard.” 

 He started measuring her bust, eyes going wide as he began to count. “Forty… Forty-five! Am I seeing things? I think this is a new record for us! I guess it’s because of your height that I missed it at first glance, but dearest me, you are amazing!”

 Dumiir stood there, as stiff as could be. “Thank you,” she said, and the voice was unmistakably his daughter’s. Mesia. Mesia, what are you doing? 

 The priest knew that he needed to act. Instead he could only look at his daughter’s immense breasts as they got massaged by the knobbly gnomish hands. My princess… 

“You know what the rules are when you win this big,” said the gnome. “Everyone here needs to get a chance to play with these knockers.” 

 Mesia perked up with excitement. She plucked some Hallow’s End sweets and munched on them as she proudly displayed her breasts. “Who wants to grab a feel, huh?” 

 Dumiir knew it was too late to stop any of them. The gnomes and dwarves rushed her like a pack of wild animals, their grimy hands biting into her huge cowtits. By the Naaru, they were big. Much bigger than when he last saw her three months ago. She was still young and developing... How could she have grown such an exceedingly large pair? Most draenei women were nowhere near as gifted. And instead of saving them for her husband, she was offering them up to these drunk strangers of other races.

 As he stood there, his daughter’s eyes found him. “You there! Another draenei?” Dumiir tensed and pretended not to be able to speak. “I haven’t seen one of our own in a while,” said Mesia. “Come on up. Come!” 

 She pushed off the gnomes and dwarves like a goddess and swaggered over to where he stood, the high and round breasts dangling obscenely from her dainty chest. “Well, don’t you want to touch them?” she asked. “Go on. They won’t bite.” 

 They were only inches away from him now. Dumiir’s breath caught in his throat as he stared helplessly at his own daughter’s boobs, feeling his cock swelling in his pants. This was too improper to speak of. But if I do not touch them, she’ll know it was me. Who else would say no?

 Using that as an excuse, he reached up and made contact with the lower parts of the gigantic tits, letting their undersides fill up his palms and the sides of them spill past as he lifted them skywards. They were so hefty…

“You like them?” she said sweetly. Her hand went up to stroke his muscled shoulder. “You’re so shy. It’s cute. I like that.” 

 Dumiir’s heart beat so powerfully that he thought it would explode from his chest. As his fingers kneaded her breasts, he realized that he had never felt anything so good. So big. So soft. His wife barely had breasts at all. This is my daughter…

“Enough of that!” the gnome snapped. “We’re all waiting!”

 Mesia’s palms went to his own chest, feeling the hard pecs stretching his cotton top. “I always thought it was a shame you kept these muscles under your robes.” 

 Dumiir gasped into his mask but he could not take his hands away from her warm and heavenly breasts. “W-What?” 

“Cut the games, Daddy, I know it’s you.” A big smile went over her face. “Do you think I’m stupid?” 

 Dumiir froze in place, but she took hold of his mask and pulled it off. His purest daughter gazed at his face, and the old draenei priest swore to himself that he could see the power of the Light working in her bright eyes.

“The hell?! That’s your father!?” the gnome shrieked. “That’s disgusting! Take your hands off of her. And you, why would you let your father touch you?” 

 But the gnome was so tiny he could barely reach them. Mesia kicked him away with her hoof and pressed herself against her father’s chest, full lips coming up for a kiss. “I always wanted to celebrate Hallow’s End with you, Daddy.” 

 The whole inn looked away and cringed as they kissed, but that took none of Dumiir’s enjoyment away. He was feeling the entirety of his daughter’s body for the first time, working his fingers up and down every gentle young curve that had developed over the years. 

“Come. It’s time to show you how this holiday works,” said Mesia. 

 They walked out of the inn hand in hand, her breasts bouncing as they made their way down Ironforge’s spacious halls. Dumiir couldn't help but press her against his body and kiss her at all times, giggling like a child himself. “You’re so lovely.”

“Calm down!” she said. “It’s only Hallow’s End, Daddy!” 

 As they went they bumped once more into the same gnome Dumiir when he first arrived, though this time he was alone, his mustache almost burned off. “It’s you again! An- What the? You can’t walk around like that! You idiot, tell your girl to cover herself up!” 

 Mesia shrugged. She put her hoof on his head and pushed down till he flattened against the ground. “Watch how you speak to my father, peepsqueak.” 

 Dumiir watched her breasts heave and leaned down to give them a kiss. “I want to show your breasts to the whole of Azeroth.” 

 His daughter’s hand slipped down to his crotch, feeling his dick throbbing through the pants. “I always knew that bitch was holding you back, Daddy. We’ll take care of her later.”

“You mean your mother?”

“Who else? You’re a stud that deserves a real woman. And not just a daughter - strong boys. Her weak womb will never be able to give you that.” 

 Dumiir gulped as he felt her breasts pressing against his chest. They would certainly be perfect for nurturing some strong boys. “Yes…” His hands slipped down to her ass and squeezed. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.” 

 Mesia smiled happily. “All I want is to be yours, Daddy.” Then she bit his ear and whispered, “And for you to breed me.”  

 As they kissed again, the gnome could be heard saying - this time politely - “Excuse me, but can you take your hoof off of me now?” 

 

 In the Ashenvale outpost of Silverwind Refuge, Elentia was applying the finishing touches to her new prank. “Ta-da!” 

 Her father, the druid Myleth, gave a long look at her creation and folded his arms unhappily. “You woke me up and had me come down from Moonglade to see this?” 

 Elentia lost none of her enthusiasm. Maybe she wasn’t the best fighter among the border guards stationed in Ashenvale, but no one could bring as much style to the occasion as she did. The year before, she had put a leash on one of the local gnome merchants and walked him along like a pet with a pumpkin on his head. The year before that, she had spiked the food of her comrades with hallucinogens, which was why she had to settle for the gnome the year after.

 This time, though! Elenatia started early and got the help of a few local engineering experts to build the so-called Dirty Orc. A life-sized model of an orc wearing a pumpkin head, but with one defining feature: the big green artificial cock between his legs would spill a combination of the different beverages stored in the chest. The whole thing was so delightfully awkward that she couldn't wait to try it out on the others!

 Myleth narrowed his eyes and shuddered as he gave the orc a final glance. “Don’t call your father down for things like these. You should know better.” Then he turned into a bird and flew away. 

 Watching from afar, Scout Zirg wondered what to do with this new information. The orc had been sent from Stonetalon over a month ago, but he was afraid of returning back to his father without anything good to report. He almost felt bad for this night elf he was stalking. He could see the longing in her eyes as she watched the bird disappear.

 If only he had found this thing a few days earlier, there might have been time for Zirg to plan something. Now, though, anything he could achieve needed to be done alone. Thankfully, Zirg had a decent alternative in mind. All he needed to do was put a few drops a poison in the interior of that toy orc, and then all those stupid elves would drink themselves dead. By the time a few of them realized what was happening, Zirg would emerge and backstab them all. I’ll bring you their heads, Father. Lok’tar ogar!

 He waited for the night elf to leave, then got up and furtively rushed over to the orc. For some reason, he had assumed that opening it would be easy. After all, he took a few lessons on engineering back in Orgrimmar. But right now, he couldn't make heads or tails of this gnomish contraption! 

 The annoyed scout bashed his fist against the closed chest till he finally heard something snap. That’s right. It’s working. He brought down a final punch that was supposed to open the chest. Instead, it folded in and got crushed by the force, spraying him in the face with all sorts of sweets. 

 He could not scream. At least not out loud. NOOOO!

 NOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOoooooooo!!!!

 His mental anguish could only be spotted on his face. What was he going to say now? That he broke down their Hallow’s End prank? His father would break him worse than this toy if it came to that. 

 No, there was another way. All he needed to do was surprise them. That’s it!

 Zirg moved the remains of the broken orc out of sight and stripped down naked. He put on the pumpkin hat and went in place of where the toy was, lying back in the same position he had found it. 

 The night elves would soon come. 

 Only this time, they would find a howling orc pouncing on them with axes in hand. Zirg would return home bathed in their blood. I will make you proud… Father. 

 Elentia could not believe how many of her comrades were coming down from Silverwind Refuge. In part, it was because they were interested in seeing what the genius among them had come up with this time. But also because she had promised their leader Issaria that if this trick disappointed them that she would stop trying to bring Hallow’s End to Silverwind Refuge forever. 

 But really, how could she disappoint? 

 As they got closer to the spot, Issaria raised her bow towards the toy. “No!” screamed Elentia. “Don’t. That’s it! That’s the thing! The Dirty Orc!” 

 Zirg could hear them approaching. He stood still, trying to control his breathing. I’ll get up and attack them as soon as they get closer. Any moment now…

 But the closer they got, the easier he could make out their numbers from the chatter. He had been expecting a small group of friends, perhaps three to five useless women he could tear apart. What he heard instead were at least two dozen of them. I can’t take that many, can I? But what choice was there? 

 As they got closer, Elentia noticed there was something off about the Dirty Orc. It was like his skin was a little brighter, a little more supple and real… She had told the gnome she wanted a layer on top to make it look more realistic, but he said there was no time. Did he stop by and get it ready as a surprise? 

 Issaria reached the massive body of the orc and lowered her gaze to it with disgust. She lowered the tip of her arrow to the immense, veiny cock dangling between the muscular thighs and prodded it. “Is this it? I suppose it’s good for target practice.” 

 Zirg could not understand a word of what they were saying, but feeling that arrow so close to his private jewels sent a shiver down his spine. Remain calm…

“No, no!” said Elentia. “You’ve gotta taste what’s inside.” 

 Issaria frowned, ready to put an arrow through her underling. “What did you say?” 

“Just give me a moment.” The night elf dropped down to her knees before the orc and lifted the shaft. Wow, this feels much better, she thought, deeply admiring the cock. This couldn't just be a tiny improvement, Sparklefuzz must have made a whole new one and dropped it off. He’s so sweet! 

 As her slender and elegant purple fingers began to stroke the big green cock, the others gasped and turned their heads in disgust. “It’s not real!” Elentia insisted. “Calm down. It’s just a joke! A prank!” 

“Hallow’s End is the wrong holiday for pranks!”

 For some reason, it wasn’t proving as easy to get the juices out as it was with the one before. Damn you, Sparklefuzz, I told you I don’t want untested prototypes! The night elf grunted between gritted teeth and squeezed the dick with both hands.

 Zirg wondered what the hell was going on. Did they not figure out yet that he was a real orc? What was their plan? Surprisingly, the night elf’s touch felt pretty good. The beefy scout closed his eyes and suppressed a groan as he felt his big green cock harden. 

“Ah, there it is!” Finally, Elentia could feel the thing come to life in her hands. This was seriously advanced, even for Sparklefuzz. As it hardened, she began to stroke it more vigorously, and now the first bit of liquid began to emerge from the head, thick dollops of some sort of cream. 

“This is disgusting!” Issaria yelled.

“I swear it’s not!” Elentia assured her. “It’s just a toy! It was designed by our own Sparklefuzz. All this is is some nice candy.” The night elf brought her tongue out and gave the tip of the cock a solid lick, bringing the cream into her mouth. Her mouth and eyes closed as she savored the taste, smiling deviously. It wasn’t as sweet as she would’ve liked it, but it was delightfully flavorful. 

“It’s filled with a lot of different stuff, so you’ve gotta get your own random combination. But to get the sweets, you gotta stroke the shaft, get it?” Elentia winked at her unamused comrades who stood by in their glimmering silver armor, wondering how this could be one of their own. “Come on, just try it! Anyone! I’ll pay you. Or give you my gemstone collection! Come on! You can’t say it’s terrible until you’ve tried it.” 

 Avalya stepped out from the crowd of confused elves and shrugged. “Fine. I’ll do it. And if it’s horrible, I’ll beat you in front of everyone.” She gave one last look at the others. “If she ends up poisoning me, please avenge me.” 

 Elentia gulped with worry as Avalya knelt before the orc. Doing it herself all this time, she never realized just how dirty it looked to see a woman kneeling before that nasty orc body ready to connect night elf lips to orc cock. 

“Tell me, El,” Issaria began, “whose idea was this thing really?” 

 Elentia hung her head. “Sparklefuzz.”

“I thought so. We have to send that dirty little gnome back to where he came from.” 

 Avalya, surprisingly, was giving the thing a fair shot. She stroked the cock with precision and slurped up the cream for several minutes. The others were expecting her to hate it, but she shrugged. “I guess it’s not that bad.” 

 Though she appeared indifferent, her tongue went back to the head again and again, stroking for more, till thick gobs began to spill down the sides at a steady rate. But she never missed a single one. Avalya caught one that was about to drop away on her tongue and brought it into her mouth. “Nnmmmm~” 

 Issaria made a face. “Don’t tell me that’s good.”

 Avalya was reluctant to give her comrade the credit. “It’s not so bad…” 

“It’s great!” Elentia insisted, grinning. “I told you all!”

 Irritated, Issaria got down as well to get a taste. “Let me see…” She stroked the massive cock along with Avalya in silence, neither one saying a word as they lapped together at the throbbing head. 

 Elentia’s heart was about to burst. “Issa?! You like it!?”

 The elder night elf pursed her lips unhappily. “It’s passable for this one time.” 

 Zirg wasn’t sure what he did to deserve such treatment. He just lay back as these two experienced night elves worshiped his veiny green cock, their sweet tongues caressing the head of his dick. He had only had night elves twice before, and both those times were by force before he wrung their necks. Whores!... He never imagined that they could do such wonders when they were doing it willingly…

 Elenatia saw that more of her comrades were trying to get a spot now to try the Dirty Orc out and her entire being swelled with pride. Yeah. I did that. Finally, they would appreciate her creativity and innate genius. “Just leave Hallow’s End to me, everybody. I’ll always know how to make it fun.”

 But the others weren’t even paying attention to her anymore. They were all lapping at the orc’s cock, looking rather heated as their drooling tongues sought to get a little more sweetness out of him. Issaria was starting to enjoy it so much that she gasped. And Avalya’s tongue could no longer fit at the head so it traveled up and down the shaft, making its way towards the balls. “This tastes good, too. What is it?”

 Elentia had no idea, but she smiled confidently. “It’s a special material. I can’t share, I’m afraid.” 

 Seeing how impassioned all her comrades were becoming, Elentia began to wonder if Sparklefuzz went through with her idea of adding some intoxicants in the mix. The gnome said that went against his code of ethics, but there was no way that these thorny night elves were getting so excited from simple sweets.

“God, this is actually amazing…” another one of them said, blushing so intensely her face went red, dripping with sweat. 

 Avalya had reached the orc’s balls and slurped one in, massaging it with the help of her warm mouth. “Help me melt this down. I bet that ball inside is a special treat. Am I right, Elentia?”

“Uh…” The clueless night elf scratched her head. That had never been a part of the original design. “Sure… Definitely… Maybe stop if it isn’t going perfectly, though!” She laughed awkwardly. “You know, prototype and all… You can never know.” 

 A night elf desperate to get a turn at the tip of the cock accidentally pushed Issaria out of the way. The leader reacted by giving her a vicious slap that sent the other tottering back painfully. “Can’t you see there’s no room for you, stupid bitch!?” 

 Elentia was shocked at the display. Issaria was always so level-headed. Whatever it was pouring through that shaft, it appeared to make her extremely possessive. “Maybe we should all just take turns?” 

 Her suggestion went unheard as the six night elves stuck drinking out of the crown of the cock were stroking the thing with all their combined hands. Sparklefuzz should’ve never put in any untested regents! Look at them, they’ve become addicted to this stuff, thought Elentia. 

 As he lay back, Zirg gritted his teeth, terrified that he might give in the secret. They’d kill me. But these elven sluts were doing such a good job of stroking him that the young orc found it difficult to keep it in any longer. 

 All of those crowded around the shaft gasped in unison as the treats burst from the top. A shower of hot creamy ropes rained down upon the kaldorei. They cried out and held their tongues out to catch it, aggressively kissing and licking the ones that got more of it across their bodies. 

 Elentia noticed a drop that landed right on top of her cleavage. She scooped it up and brought it to her mouth. As its strong taste suffused her mouth, she got goosebumps all over her body. She was suddenly feeling very hot and very needy…

 Issaria fell down to her knees breathlessly and smacked the orc’s cock against her lips. “We need to have a proper Hallow’s End party with this thing. Somebody go get some masks! And more candy. Elentia, I’m officially putting you in charge of every Hallow’s End party.” 

 The night elf’s eyes went wide with joy. “Truly?”

“No doubt,” said the commander, crawling back to kiss the orc’s balls as she awaited her turn back at the head. 

 Father, thought the trembling Zirg, feeling those elegant hands trying to drain every drop of lifeforce from him, save me please…



 In most cases, the slutty behavior was simply shrugged off as a result of Hallow’s End. As the lighted pumpkins in Silvermoon city flickered from every balcony and every shop stall, the incessant moaning and occasional scream that came down from open windows drifted through crowded alleyways.

 The entire capital had become a breeding pit for the orcish superiority. Naked orc bulls wearing nothing but a mask usually emerged after dusk. The blood elf females draped their slender bodies in golden jewelry and came out, too, usually walking around with their blood elf male partners that only wore pumpkin heads and Horde tabards to hide their tiny effeminate clitties and bodies while their girlfriends and wives chose the bulls that would take care of them for the night. In their homes, pumpkin-shaped pots made of gold were full to the brim with candy - which in Silvermoon meant the hardest and most potent of drugs. 

 For the sin’dorei males, it was an agonizing day of the year when they were forced to kneel and show their submission to the Horde values while apologizing for their own inferiority. For the females, it was just another day of the year when they could openly worship and tend to their orc masters in the public eye without judgment. 

 Soon enough, what was now only accepted during holiday would become the daily norm for all of Silvermoon. In one of the expensive mansions overlooking the bazaar, Zaeth stuffed his mouth with spiked candy and washed it down with dwarven ale so strong it made him dizzy. He lay in the mound of pillows by the moonlit window, holding the hand of his daughter Tadrin as the monstrous bull smashed into her from behind.

“Father!...” she gasped, every muscle in her tight golden body flexing in response. “It feels so good…” 

“Enjoy it! Enjoy it!” he urged. If only his wife would have lived to see this. She had despised orcs, but there was no doubt in Zaeth’s mind that she would have changed her mind if she saw how happy this orc was making their daughter. 

 Soon enough he would fill her up and the father and daughter would be able to go off into blissful sleep, drugged in each other’s arms. “Thank you for showing such love for my daughter.” 

 The orc’s scarred chest glimmered with sweat as his masked face moved. He gave the blood elf’s ass a smack so hard that blood trickled from the tight asscheeks. The green hands tightened their hold around her waist. “For the Horde!” 

 Tadrin reached for more candy and crunched down the chocolate delight as she felt the intoxicating filling setting her body on fire. Just like last year, it would take her days to get off of this high. “Lok’tar ogar!” she said with a grin, squeezing her father’s hand as the orc went on slaughtering her pussy. 



 WARNING! GORE BEYOND!

 

 In the inns across every Alliance city and town, dwarven ale and human wine flowed nonstop. Everyone put aside their worries and daily duties to get smashed and forget their own names.  

 Lorayne Bradfort wasn’t even sure how she reached her current location when she looked around to realize she was somewhere in the middle of Elwynn Forest. The young paladin promised herself that she would not let down her superiors by partying once more, but clearly that hadn’t worked out. 

“Hello?” she said to the rustling trees. The canopies were so thick that the moonlight barely made its way through. Though she was feeling scared, the paladin’s only reaction was to gulp down what still remained in her tankard. The only thing she had on was an Alliance tabard and the only weapon remaining was the tankard itself. 

 Lorayne ran a finger through her short straw-blonde hair, green eyes trying to peer through the darkness. There’s no one here...

 As she kept walking, she could suddenly make out the sounds of revelry coming from within Goldshire’s inn somewhere far to the east. “I knew I was close!”

 Just then, she heard some movement behind her. “Who’s there?!” asked the blonde, raising the tankard. 

 More movement could be heard, followed by the snarling characteristic of gnolls. Then one appeared right in front of her, cackling, drooling mouth grinning in the night air as it brandished its dagger. 

 The paladin lost all her nerve. She glanced in the direction of the inn. “Help m-” 

 A dagger cut across her shin and sent her shrieking into the grass. There was no time to react as a second dagger entered the side of her body, followed by countless others penetrating her exposed back. Lorayne could feel the heat of her own blood pouring across her skin. Her mouth opened to let out another scream when the older-looking leader of the gnolls mounted her back, lifted her face by the golden locks, and carved her lovely throat open with his rusted dagger, the steaming blood gushing into the chilly night. 

 The entire party grinned happily as they got a good look at her tasty body. Plump buttocks, but more importantly fat tits that they could sizzle the rest of the meat in and have a proper feast with. The gnolls would always get lucky on Hallow’s End with drunks and couples that wandered too far, but they rarely got this fortunate in their catches. 

 Just as they carved up the body to move it back to camp, they heard laughter in the distance. They dropped down and quietly observed as a young couple fled the safety of Goldshire to share a romantic moment by themselves... 

 The leader bit his own hairy paw to contain his excitement, wiped his knife across the fallen paladin’s back, and ordered his boys to follow. 

 The pumpkin god’s power was indeed great. 

 They would never touch a farm where he grew ever again.

