terry j. anderson

Having survived the Battle of Gillamoor, I now enjoyed the life of a hero. Honor has been heaped upon my name and I continued my efforts helping the goblins repopulate. But paradise is sometimes short-lived. The goblin military was a mess, so I had to train them into something that could survive another attack. In the midst of that, I had to find the time to start building my life in Gillamoor. With help from my companions, I began preparations for my journey to the south, to confront Odewyn, who held one of the keys to defeating Vogrim.

My life was nothing but mundane until the night I met her. Lustful, beautiful...and also a fairy. And after one wild night, she's chosen me as the savior of an entire race of fae—a race that has lost the means to protect themselves, to rebuild everything they’ve lost, and most of all, to procreate. They need to be rebuilt and re-bred, and I’m just the man for the job.

Whether they were a snake-haired gorgon, a colorful slime woman, or a 15 feet tall Oni, they were free to live peacefully in Pluma Territory. For many of the creatures, living peacefully was something they never dared even dream of, so it was only natural that they traveled from all over the continent to reach his territory. If only the humans would let them. Sometimes it was guards in a neighboring territory killing them for sport, sometimes it was a village stealing all of their supplies, and sometimes it was slavers attempting to profit.

Milton Frederick was originally abducted from his apartment to help defend one batch of pacifistic aliens called The Collective against another set of homicidal aliens called Heliothropes...but he never quite made it that far. Instead, during the process where his human consciousness was ripped from his body and inserted into a massive metal contraption called a Station Core, the ship that he was being transported on blew up and he was sent hurtling through space.