The Story of Marcus – Part 2 (Steamy Romance Novels) – [Lore]


Hello everyone! Around 2 years ago we got a bunch of friends
together and showed you the story of marcus. “Goodness, it looks like someone is ready
for battle.” At that time we had no clue as to who marcus
actually is, but Blizzard liked the video so much that not only did they come up with
more stories, they even added marcus into the game. “Well, that was certainly unexpected.” Within Highmountain you can see the legend
himself and the cool part is that since we didn’t know who marcus was, Khayllys designed
her own Marcus and this one made it into the game. With Legion we now we have 1 new story with
marcus and a couple brand new ones so I invite you to dim the lights, sit back and enjoy
the tales… Let’s start it of right with a steamy romance
novel: Got Milk? “So there I was, surrounded by at least a
hundred murlocs!” the heavily-mustached man proclaimed, gesturing in a wide arc. The tawny tauren gasped in amazement. “What ever did you do?” Her voice had a brawny, muscular tone to it. “The only thing I could do, my lovely.” Marcus patted the sword resting on his thigh. “I brought them to justice!” “Oh! With just a dagger? You are so brave!” Tanda cautiously reached for the blade, but
pulled her hand away at the last second. Marcus bristled. “What? This is a two-handed sword, enchanted to the
hilt. Perhaps not as big as you’ve seen, but I know
a few tricks to really make it sing.” Tanda smiled demurely, fluttering her enormous
eyelashes. She picked up a piece of cheese and held it
close to Marcus’s lips. “Try this, it’s homemade.” The handsome paladin stammered, “N-no. I’m, um, lactose intolerant.” Tanda placed the cheese back in the bowl. “Oh, are you sure? Does that mean you can’t tolerate me?” The buxxom tauren stepped forward, pressing
herself against Marcus. The substantial height difference placed his
face squarely in her chest. Unable to see, he flailed in protest, finally
finding purchase on her firm backside — his muffled apologetic sounds only made her giggle
and squeeze him more tightly. Just as his other hand found her tail, the
light dimmed as an imposing figure moved into the doorway. “What the…” Tanda exclaimed, “Bax, no!” Marcus pulled his head away and gasped for
air, looking at the angry tauren with wide eyes. “It’s not what it looks like!” Bax charged, ramming into Marcus while uttering
his challenge, “You mess with the bull, you get the horns!” Marcus reeled and caught himself, digging
his heel into the dirt. Seizing a horn in each hand, he held the tauren’s
head down, fighting against his tremendous strength. Bax forced his head up, grunting and spitting
in anger, only to have it repeatedly pushed down. They locked eyes for a moment, and with a
final heave of explosive force, Bax wrenched himself free. The powerful tauren swung his arms out wide,
as if to crush Marcus in a mighty hug. “Blades of Light!” proclaimed the paladin. A huge, pulsing sword thrust up from the ground
between the two combatants, tearing through armor and clothing, searing the thick chest
hair of Marcus and cutting a fine line into the tauren’s muscular chest. Before they could move again, Tanda raised
her hooved leg into the air and brought it down with warlike force. The man and bull wobbled, clearly stunned. “Stop it, both of you!” Marcus regained his composure and looked at
Tanda, and then to Bax. Fur was ruffled and the bare parts of their
leathery skin glistened with sweat. As they all stared one another down, the ridiculously
good-looking Marcus spoke. “Well, since we’re mostly undressed already…”Ahh good old marcus, no situation that he
can’t solve with his trusted enchanted 2 handed sword. Who knows where his adventures will take him
next, but his tales are known across all of azeroth, yet not everyone is keen to admit
that they actually read the steamy romance novels. A good example is professor Pallin, who offers
training for mass milling but as we pick up the book that’s supposed us this technique,
we discover a strange book that stands out. It doesn’t appear to be an inscription textbook
at all…it’s more of a… a steamy romance novel. Ow my professor Pallin, you delicious gnome,
didn’t know you had it in ya! but the good professor says that he only reads it for the
penmanship. Such curvy “B’s…and such ample “D’s… Ow yes it’s all about the B’s and D’s
alright but Pallin thinks we might benefit from a penmanship lesson from none other than
the author himself, B. Spearshaker found in Ironforge or F. Serbacon, found within the
library in the Undercity. The famous writers have lost their passion
though, they just can’t get into the voice of the character anymore. Perhaps it’s time to pass on the torch as
they teach us how to write our very own steamy romance novels. We can let our mind wonder, use our experience
in the field and create our own curvy B’s and ample D’s. Starting off with… A Steamy Romance Novel: Elven Bondage:
The weight of his fist crashed into the side of the ogre’s face with a meaty thunk. The bulbous goon teetered for a moment like
a marionette cut loose from its strings before falling into a heap atop his unconscious sibling. The drektooth brothers may have been feared
throughout the land, but the courage of Sir Crispin Greymane had won the day once again. The brave hero had no time to pause and admire
his handiwork…not when Lady Moonshade remained shackled to the wall. Greymane strode to her side, each step as
graceful as a ram of Dun Morogh. “You are unhurt, my lady? I trust these brutes did not cause you harm.” She breathed a relieved sigh as he broke away
the bonds that held wrists and ankles. “Your swift arrival saw to that, noble champion,”
she answered. The night elf’s glowing eyes beamed upon him
like stars on a cloudless night. “The greatest suffering was enduring the ogres’
lecherous glances. My leather armor was damaged during my capture,
and several pieces seem to have fallen away.” She made a halfhearted attempt to cover the
bareness of her taut midriff. “Of course a knight performing his duty would
not notice such a quandary,” he assured her, taking her hand and lightly massaging her
bruised wrist as she rose to her feet. Standing her full height, Lady Moonshade was
at least three heads taller than her savior, if not more. She puzzled at him a moment. “Forgive me, good sir, but I cannot discern
if you are the shortest human I have ever met, or the tallest dwarf.” HIs white teeth flashed through the thickness
of his beard like snowcaps on a mountain ridge. “I like to think I’m the best of both, good
lady.” He gestured toward the doorway. “A spacious carriage awaits to convey you
back home. I assure you, my driver will not disturb us
as I personally see to your recovery. I will do my best to ensure the ride is to
your liking.” A playful smile danced about her lips. “I hope I can rely upon your driver’s discretion. I fear the rest of my fragile armor might
fall away at any moment.” The ruggedly handsome knight bowed and flashed
a confident wink. “Why my dear, I’m positively counting on it!” “Oh, Sir Greymane!” she swooned, falling into
his arms. He guided her toward the waiting coach, stepping
over the unconscious ogres on the floor.Heroic and dashingly charming, Sir Crispin
Greymane saves the day once again and for those wondering, I don’t believe he’s
related to Genn Greymane. The next tale takes us from riding a carriage
to the open sea in A Steamy Romance Novel: Waves of Desire: Lord Gravesbane stared out through the porthole,
watching the waves rise and fall in time with the aching that tormented him inside. How long had she kept him waiting here in
the cabin of his luxury schoone? He felt the keen edge of his desire growing
more insistent, spurring his impatience. At last the cabin door swung open. She paused in the doorway, torchlight playing
about the hem of her low=cut silken gown as the shadows danced upon her pale sin’dorei
skin. “Am I late, my lord?” she asked, chewing on
the fullness of her lower lip. He found himself speechless as his jaw dropped
to the floor. He knelt to pick it up, rising as he snapped
it back into place. “Some things are worth waiting for, Lady Sunskin.” He held out his hand, beckoning her closer. For a moment, a look of uncertainty crossed
the highborne’s brow, her shallow breaths hung heavy with hesitation and longing. She brushed her fingertips across the cold,
pallid skin of his cheek,” I hope your desiccation doesn’t hinder your enthusiasm, Lord Gravesbane.” He took her hand and kissed it with his one
good lip. “Fear not, darling. My jaw isn’t what it used to be, but my tongue
remains as limber as ever.” “Oh, Lord Gravesbane!” she swooned, falling
into his arms. He relished the warmth of her skin as he guided
her toward the leather harness hanging over his bed.I wonder if this is the same character from
the first story who’s met a terrible fate and found himself turned into an undead. It’s possible that this is an entirely different
character, but I like to believe that his spirit could not find rest, not while there
are still families to be brought closer together. That tale is told within A Steamy Romance
Novel: Nightborne of the Living Dead She accepted the chalice of wine with a bat
of her long lashes. “I really shouldn’t, Lord Gravesbane. My mother would never approve.” “Nonsense, my dear Elonia,” the nobleman answered. “You are ten-thousand years old. I’m sure your mother would forgive you for
indulging just this once.” She giggled. “it’s not the wine, my lord. Rather, it’s the notion of a nightborne spending
her evening in the company of someone so..” “Charming?” he offered. “I was going to say decrepit.” “My morals are not quite that far gone, I
assure you,” he replied, his good eye drifting up and down the length of her flowing gown. “I’m sure your mother would find me most endearing.” “Oh, would I?” asked a sharp voice. Crispin Gravesbane turned to see another nightborne
framed within the doorway. Through her attire was less inviting than
her daughter’s, her face and body were a mirror of Elonia’s own. He approached and bowed, hastily kicking aside
the kneecap the clattered to the floor. “I am Lord Crispin Gravesbane, at your service. Do I have the honor of meeting Lady Marina?” “You do,” she answered coldly, casting a harsh
glance toward Elonia. “I fear you are toying with me, good lady,”
he smiled, careful to hold his jaw in place. “Surely you must be Elonia’s sister, not her
mother.” A faint blush flashed across Lady Marina’s
cheeks. “You flatter me, my lord.” Her voice softened. “It has been centuries since anyone has mistaken
us for siblings.” “Nonsense! he insisted, taking her hand and
guiding her toward the couch. He sat down between the two indigo-skinned
elves. “Perhaps after we share a bit of wine, we’ll
find out what else you and your daughter have in common.” “Oh, Lord Gravesbane!” Marina swooned. She took Elonia’s hand, sharing a furtive
smile with her daughter. “Perhaps it’s time we introduced you to the
true secrets of the shal’dorei.”And there end the new steamy romance novels,
perhaps for the best since I don’t know where we’re going to go from here, but I
can’t wait to find out. Hopefully we’ll find more steamy romance
novels available in the future, perhaps a team up of marcus and gravesbane, add queen
Azshara and the old god N’zoth to the mix…I’m sure they could make for some interesting
steamy adventures. I want to give a big, big thank you to everyone
who was kind enough to offer their time and effort to bring these new stories to life. This beautiful video has been created by the
amazingly talented Khayllys who also made the previous steamy romance video and provided
her voice Elonia. Check out her channel if you’re interested
in more machinima, I’d recommend either the Tides of War video or The Story of Eva
Sarkhoff. Alex was kind enough to return as Marcus and
his brother Loz was the deviously charming lord Gravesbane. You know them best as fatbosstv, your number
1 source for raid guides and running laps around the city of Dalaran. Koltrane provided his deep sexy voice for
the Tauren Bax and you can find the man behind it over on twitter @The_Koltrane
Nixxiom was our ruggedly dwarvish friend Sir Greymane and on his channel you can also find
awesome machinima, but also discussion videos, the true story of characters and recently
his attempt to murder his friend little ben… Silver Letomi was our seductive tauren Tanda
and on her channel you can find some beautiful and amazing parody songs similar too Sharms
channel who provided the voice for not only Lady Moonshade, but also Lady Sunskin and
Lady Marina…. She’s quite the lady herself so if you’re
looking for some new channels to watch, check out all these amazing people since they’re
well worth your time. And that’s us done for today ladies and
gentleman. I’ll leave you with an alternate take on
the got milk story since Sharm did it in such a way that we were actually wondering which
voice to use so in the end why not just use both. Right then, as always thank you so very much
for watching everyone! Subscribe if you like my videos, leave a like
if you enjoyed this one aaand until next time guys…see ya! Let’s start it of right with a steamy romance
novel: Got Milk? “So there I was, surrounded by at least a
hundred murlocs!” the heavily-mustached man proclaimed, gesturing in a wide arc. The tawny tauren gasped in amazement. “What ever did you do?” Her voice had a brawny, muscular tone to it. “The only thing I could do, my lovely.” Marcus patted the sword resting on his thigh. “I brought them to justice!” “Oh! With just a dagger? You are so brave!” Tanda cautiously reached for the blade, but
pulled her hand away at the last second. Marcus bristled. “What? This is a two-handed sword, enchanted to the
hilt. Perhaps not as big as you’ve seen, but I know
a few tricks to really make it sing.” Tanda smiled demurely, fluttering her enormous
eyelashes. She picked up a piece of cheese and held it
close to Marcus’s lips. “Try this, it’s homemade.” The handsome paladin stammered, “N-no. I’m, um, lactose intolerant.” Tanda placed the cheese back in the bowl. “Oh, are you sure? Does that mean you can’t tolerate me?” The buxxom tauren stepped forward, pressing
herself against Marcus. The substantial height difference placed his
face squarely in her chest. Unable to see, he flailed in protest, finally
finding purchase on her firm backside — his muffled apologetic sounds only made her giggle
and squeeze him more tightly. Just as his other hand found her tail, the
light dimmed as an imposing figure moved into the doorway. “What the…” Tanda exclaimed, “Bax, no!” Marcus pulled his head away and gasped for
air, looking at the angry tauren with wide eyes. “It’s not what it looks like!” Bax charged, ramming into Marcus while uttering
his challenge, “You mess with the bull, you get the horns!” Marcus reeled and caught himself, digging
his heel into the dirt. Seizing a horn in each hand, he held the tauren’s
head down, fighting against his tremendous strength. Bax forced his head up, grunting and spitting
in anger, only to have it repeatedly pushed down. They locked eyes for a moment, and with a
final heave of explosive force, Bax wrenched himself free. The powerful tauren swung his arms out wide,
as if to crush Marcus in a mighty hug. “Blades of Light!” proclaimed the paladin. A huge, pulsing sword thrust up from the ground
between the two combatants, tearing through armor and clothing, searing the thick chest
hair of Marcus and cutting a fine line into the tauren’s muscular chest. Before they could move again, Tanda raised
her hooved leg into the air and brought it down with warlike force. The man and bull wobbled, clearly stunned. “Stop it, both of you!” Marcus regained his composure and looked at
Tanda, and then to Bax. Fur was ruffled and the bare parts of their
leathery skin glistened with sweat. As they all stared one another down, the ridiculously
good-looking Marcus spoke. “Well, since we’re mostly undressed already…”

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