The Domination of Rot (Armello)
While you nobles were running around hunting for spirit stones and fighting each other, i was liberating the terrorized villages of armello.
Allies' Pact
First in a vague series of fanfiction stories i wrote set in the world of armello, written in 2019.
Chapter 8: The Cornered
#10 of armello: remnant of iron lucky foot, tavern the tavern was calm and quiet in the middle of the night.
BANE - A Short Story
When armello was released by league of geeks, i knew it was going to be something furries would love. a bit of redwall, a bit of game of thrones and a bit of settlers of catan.
The Grinning Blade
It's fanfiction of a certain game you may have heard of, armello, which is a really creative online multiplayer tabletop-like game with furry characters. i didn't expect this story to develop like it did or end up running as long as it is.
ROI - Chapter 16: The Red Stone
#18 of armello: remnant of iron a rather short and simple read. this concludes the first part of the series. at the moment, i am unsure when i'll do the second part, but i'll post the new ones here and continue on with the rest.
Adventuring is Safe and Fun
Inspired by a card from armello. the open doorway was filled by a silhouette stepping out of the rain, the figure raised a pair of gloved hands and pulled the hood down revealing a feline head.
The Mercenary (Commission for Makuta)
The mercenaries worked for the king of armello himself. the rat clan, one of several under the king's domain, had a history of rebellious actions against the king's rule.
Volcan's Gaming Discussion (Part 2)
The concept is quite simple; take the throne of the kingdom of armello for yourself, but it is up to you to decide how you do it.
Chapter 7: The Contact
#9 of armello: remnant of iron the hamlet, guest quarter the event that circulated between grimwald ironbark, a lowborn former thief that was forced into military service, partishan simr lars, a veteran from the start of the scarlet-civil war, and two unlikely
ROI: The Pale Snow - Chapter 4
A grey paw outstretched towards the edge of his high working desk, dipping the tip of his feathery quill on the round cylindrical well of half-contained ink. Thrice the gesture for effect, the paw then motioned. Tiny black droplets dripped on sandy...
The Fisher of Souls: Smoked Salmon
The forest was quiet, so quiet you could hear the burbling of a brook as water rushed over rocks. It was picturesque in its appearance and aura. It was every fisherman's dream to fish around a place like this, but it wasn't to be. It was the King's...