The Adventures of Draven Ironjaw
Draven Ironjaw isn't a hero-he's a blood-red-eyed dwarf warlord who carves kingdoms from terror. Born cursed, he became the monster they called him: skinning victims to wear their faces, breaking women into breeding vessels, and butchering anyone who crosses him.
He executes the gas-masked Mad Prophet by forcing him to eat his own limbs before stomping his skull into a red smear (*"This is for Moria"*). He invades a dwarven harem palace where 12 stolen women worship him. He interrupts a picnic, rapes a virgin while her boyfriend watches, then skins the man's face to wear as a trophy.
On a quiet farm, he snaps Jeb's neck, forces wife Martha (renamed *Silvara Ironjaw*) to cook her husband's dismembered body, and rapes her until she orgasms against her will-then decides to *"treat her kindly"* because she's *"a prize worth preserving."*
Hunted by armored guards, he butchers six men and rapes the last survivor, sending him running with a message: *"The Ironjaw is coming."* But in a tavern, elven bounty hunter Kaelen sweeps his legs and pins a dagger to his throat. She frees Silvara, bans him from her village, and gives him a mission: *"Find who betrayed me. Return in three days-or Silvara's kids play kick-ball with your head."*
In Ravens Town, he smashes a barkeep's skull-only for her corpse to *twitch*, tankard lodged in its head, whispering *"You're late, Ironjaw"* with violet-glowing eyes. The Shadow Guild ambushes him. They don't kill him. They *peel* him: slicing his scrotum, shattering ribs, forcing him to watch a girl raped *exactly how he raped Silvara*. As they leave him bleeding in his own shit, teeth grinding on sawdust, he whimpers: *"Kaelen... please..."*
For the first time, the hunter is prey. And in that terror, something new stirs-not redemption, but the first flicker of what might, someday, become a conscience.
