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Two days later, and his eyes opened, hesitantly and disoriented by the brilliant morning light. His bones still ached, his veins were still sore, and his mana still intermittent spurts, but Renthar wa ...

Deep within the bowels of Wind, a place preferable to the deep wind within his bowels, the tall, strange-eyed sorcerer Renthar was diligently focused upon the task before him. The ancient text he had ...

After the three leather-clad servants of the Camorra had over-powered him, they had taken both Renthar and the ancient book that he carried into their custody. They had shared little information about ...

Despite his centuries of existence, the tall, strange-eyed sorcerer named Renthar had always considered himself the hunter, and never the prey. All those innocents he had slaughtered as part of the Da ...

The morning after, and Renthar was quietly seated in a dungeon north of Vesper, never quite having managed his way to sleep. The tall, strange-eyed mage was of course no prisoner, that honor belonged ...

"Do you know which magic I find most interesting?" Renthar asked of Minalan Zhalfast. They sat together at the Salty Dog Tavern in Britain, along with that servant of the demon who had been ...

Loud and chaotic, like battle. When he first heard the noise, Renthar was in the midst of pleasuring himself in the comfort of his own room at the Wayfarer's Inn. Faced with an inconvenient moral dile ...

It was after midnight, and Renthar sat naked and cross-legged on the floor of his room at the Wayfarer's Inn of Britain. He had always maintained a preference for a world without clothing -- for himse ...

It was largely a one-sided battle, and within moments the demon worshiper lay dead.

"You've ruined a lot of good work," Renthar scolded the group of adventurers that had so rudely intrude ...

"Hear my tale," the tall sorcerer with the strange eyes proclaimed loudly, "or else be doomed to repeat my mistakes." He then paused to regard his audience of one, and his lips st ...

"You may dress now," Renthar ordered the naked Tokuno native standing in the center of the room. It had been important for him to examine the integrity of Mariko's smooth, naked form; he wo ...

Renthar was uncertain why it was that he finally decided to act. He was a man who disliked weakness, even more than he despised a woman with fat ankles. If one could not ensure their own survival, t ...

The thought of it alone nearly brought Renthar to orgasm. The Countess of Ashencrosse had led a group of her knights and her Rosar and some otherwise concerned citizens into the depths of Beldam ben ...

These days, Renthar was more likely to hug a small child than once again pick up a blade. Decades ago, he had developed a taste for the magical arts, and eventually set aside his old weapons and armo ...

His arrival in Ashencrosse had not been without incident. Word from Ocllo had reached this small Malas town quicker than expected, and Renthar was immediately greeted with threats of arrest and forced ...