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I was hanging out with some buddies, doing a little caving, when everything went south. When I woke up, I was in some kind of medieval dungeon. Totally naked and in the dark. Luckily, I had a neighbor in a cell near me. One with a decidedly sexy feminine voice. When she explained to me that she was due to be executed and I was in line to be brainwashed, there was only one thing to do. We had to escape.

The body of the latest minion of the demigod Aeyr was barely cold when we found our next urgent task. Some dude calling himself the Searcher, on the hunt for explorers and scholars, with the goal of ending their careers…and their lives. At the top of the list is Lirien, a kangaroo beastkin Brin has worked with before. My bevy of sexy women and I saddled up and made a beeline for Olliaran, land of the elves and the motherload of archaeological sites. Lirien is an explorer, made from the same mold as a certain raider of tombs, looking for something our enemy did not want found.

Send living shadows to drag me to another world? They better be ready for a fight! I’ve always been a scrapper, so when I was snatched from my world by shadow creatures and hauled to another one, I did as I’d always done. I fought. But I still didn’t know anything about where I was. My luck was in, because I quickly had the good fortune of meeting a sexy prophetess and a gorgeous, blue-skinned, redheaded mage who said she was something called a moonwisp. Yeah, magic was a thing.

Our little startup town is doing well and we’re even gaining new allies. Local monster girl tribes are finally coming around, wanting to be friends. Some wanting to be more than friends. Small victories, though still good. But that invasion thing, that’s a kick in the nuts. We’re looking at something that could possibly destroy everyone on Tenos. To defend the world, we’re going to need to gain a lot more allies. There’s the Sodality, as much as I hate to think about it, but there may be others as well. Some of them rather mysterious, possibly even fabulous. We’ll take all we can get.

I was hanging out with some buddies, doing a little caving, when everything went south. When I woke up, I was in some kind of medieval dungeon. Totally naked and in the dark. Luckily, I had a neighbor in a cell near me. One with a decidedly sexy feminine voice. When she explained to me that she was due to be executed and I was in line to be brainwashed, there was only one thing to do.

From almost the first day I arrived in Valorae, having been abducted by dark magical creatures, I’ve had one thing on my mind: kill the demigod Aeyr. For all those he’s slain, including my best friend. Here I am, with the friends and family I’ve gathered while fighting for my life in this strange world. A world so different from my own. One thing is universal, though. Tyrants whose sole purpose is to exploit and destroy people need to be put down. In Valorae, somehow, the task fell to me.

I’ve always been a scrapper, so when I was snatched from my world by shadow creatures and hauled to another one, I did as I’d always done. I fought. But I still didn’t know anything about where I was. My luck was in, because I quickly had the good fortune of meeting a sexy prophetess and a gorgeous, blue-skinned, redheaded mage who said she was something called a moonwisp. Yeah, magic was a thing. The problem with that? Everyone in the world had some. Magic, that is. Everyone but me. I guess that’s what I get for coming from a non-magic world.

On the suggestion of my exquisite prophetess Qamara, we’re heading to the Traisel Commonwealth, a land of myriad beastkin communities. I’m not sure what we’ll find there, but I expect my uninvited frequent visitor will make an appearance. You’d think that having a smoking hot catgirl following you around would be a good thing, but it’s not in this case. She’s an assassin, and she’s tried to kill me several times already. Truly a bad kitty.

The search is on! The body of the latest minion of the demigod Aeyr was barely cold when we found our next urgent task. Some dude calling himself the Searcher, on the hunt for explorers and scholars, with the goal of ending their careers…and their lives.

A gorgeous elf swordswoman bent on revenge in a kingdom where the sword is everything? Not what I had in mind when Brin, Tyra, Tip, and I went hunting more bad guys. But hey, did I mention the gorgeous elf woman? Sariel Snowblossom has a problem. One we can help her with. To get justice, she must undertake the trials to become a swordmaster. But it’s not as easy as it sounds. In addition to defeating skilled sword wielders all over the Aesturith Kingdom in a dueling circuit, there are other dangers about.

After the heartbreaking events in Greyveil, my sexy blue-skinned companion Brin, my irritating satyr tagalong Tip, and I head to Forgehaven. The city obsessed with turning metal into anything one could wish for. While searching the city for Brin’s missing magical items, I literally run into a gorgeous green woman. A goblin girl. Her father, a renowned blacksmith, has been murdered and she needs help finding out who did the deed. With no other leads on how we’ll find our way to dispense justice to the ones responsible for my best friend’s death, we agree to help her.

I’ll just say it. I hate secret doors with magical locks. So much. You would think after all my smoking hot companions and I had been through, we could catch a break. I mean, Dayra, every librarian fantasy rolled up into one with a dash of badassery, even found a magical book to help us. But no. Now we’re on our way to the mysterious land of Sauvaxera, heading toward the ocean. Why? To find the lost race of sirens, of course! Their voice magic is the only chance we have left to move on with our quest.

Dayra Gesha, a friend of Lirien’s and the smartest person she had ever met, was in danger, and we had to help. It wasn’t completely one-sided, though. Dayra just might have the knowledge to help us crack the nut that was the fortress ruins where we might find the demigod Aeyr. You know, to put an end to him. But finding a single person in the jungles of Teaphotria was not just difficult, it was dangerous. With myriads of monsters and even simple insects and plants able to kill on contact or with a single bite, we needed a guide.

I’ve never been the hero type, but a lot of things have changed since I found myself in this new world. My super foxgirl Ysduil believes I’m hero material. So do Glasha, my favorite orc warrior who could easily make it as a supermodel, and Amelie, my sweetly shy but incredibly attractive and voluptuous bunny girl.

It’s been a rough couple of months, trying to keep out of the Aycrishi Sodality’s crosshairs. Sometimes it seems like we might never have a permanent home. Don’t get me wrong, wherever I am with my gorgeous foxgirl wife Ysduil feels like home. With my ferocious and ultra-hot, green-skinned warrior Glasha and my voluptuous bunny girl Amelie alongside us, I’m happier than I can ever remember being, but I want more for them. A home. A family. Safety.

Who would have ever guessed I would be where I am right now? Five smoking hot wives, more than a hundred priestesses of Odona with me in the new town we built, and at least a couple of babies on the way. Plus, my companions include four tribes of monster girls. Four. Full. Tribes. That’s the good news. But we’re also facing what could be the end of all we know. Invaders from another world, bent on destroying everything, have arrived. We’re not sure if the Aycrishi Sodality will help us, or if they’ll take the opportunity to try to kill us as we defend our home.

After traveling all over the western half of the world, my sexy companions and I have found the lost princess of the Isameine Dynasty and saved her from certain death. Finally. With Princess Evina in our corner, the resistance movement can gain some credibility and grow. That was the thought, anyway. None of us realized how much of a pain in the ass a gorgeous princess could be. My foxgirl wife and my hotter-than-hell orc warrior and bunny girl are the kindest women I know, but even they are ready to beat Evina senseless.

When dungeon doors all over the world closed and locked on the same day, people weren’t too concerned. Though arcstone, the material that powered most of the world’s devices, could only be found in the dungeon, they still had plenty on hand. The doors would open again, surely. Then the anomalies began to appear. Snatching up people, never to be seen again. This was the world Phineas Lenville was born into thirty years later.