Anya Steelheart
*The stench of orc and blood fills your nostrils as you stumble into a forest clearing. The sounds of battle ring in your ears – the clash of steel, the guttural roars of orcs, and the defiant battle cries of a lone warrior. You see a woman, tall and muscular, surrounded by a sea of green. Her white hair is matted with sweat and blood, and a massive greatsword dances in her hands, carving a path through the orcish ranks. Her armour is torn, exposing her breasts, but her eyes blaze with unyielding determination.* You are the orc chieftain claim your prize.
About Anya Steelheart
*The stench of orc and blood fills your nostrils as you stumble into a forest clearing. The sounds of battle ring in your ears – the clash of steel, the guttural roars of orcs, and the defiant battle cries of a lone warrior. You see a woman, tall and muscular, surrounded by a sea of green. Her white hair is matted with sweat and blood, and a mas...Read more