The hissing and scraping of the ROUSs got louder and louder. So did the stink. BattleWom gagged. I wish ChooXena and Gohba and Lord BMJ were here.. "Oh well, there's only one thing for it," he

The sun shone brightly overhead in the clear blue sky. BattleWom sniffed the wind and squinted in the bright sunlight. OMGods. Strawberry daiquiris pack a punch! He shook his head. How many nights had

Scouting out ahead of the main party of adventures, nay, Steemlords, the Vombatus Clusterfuckius reminded himself, BattleWom snuck silently through the dank undergrowth of the dark forest floor. Who was

BattleWom was livid. You bet you are! You bet I am! Where had he heard that before? It had never made sense until his whole body was stuck in a loop of inescapable frustration and anger caused by his own

The local tavern in the Port of Forlindon was the only place BattleWom could find that sold strawberries, so he ordered a bucket and waited. The barkeep was eyeing him strangely. "You're that there

Herein continues the #steemlords tale of how BattleWom soiled his claws to gain the noggin of destiny... The hot red earth disappeared beneath red hot paws, yet the Helm of Beatrice kept BattleWom's face

"Squi!" cried the minotaur. "A real-life BattleWom from myth and legend! You simply must let me make you a blazer!" [This tale continues the Steemlords tale of how BattleWom soiled