The Gloryhounds are a savage and opportunistic mercenary group roaming the Hyborian Age, known for their ferocity, loyalty to coin, and brutal battlefield tactics. They fight for whichever kingdom pays the highest price, leaving burned camps and shattered armies in their wake.
The group attracts warriors who have nothing left to lose—men hardened by war, exile, and crime. Their reputation makes them both feared and respected across the western kingdoms.
In Conan’s adventures, the Gloryhounds often appear as rivals, uneasy allies, or looming threats whose actions change the tide of war. Their presence adds grit, danger, and moral ambiguity to the brutal world Conan walks.
My Rating “The Age Unconquered Part 04 – Call From The Depths” Across time, the Cimmerian did travel. To what force gave tow, he could not fathom. All that mattered to Conan at that very moment was staring back at him with blazoned eye sockets. The necromancer, born in a time long before the sons […]
My Rating “Thrice Marked For Death! – Part 04 Sacrifice” Possessed! The ghastly wraiths freed by Conan’s own hands did not emerge from Tarim’s Touch unpurposed. These entities were born of ancient magic. Thulsa Doom was their master, and as such, upon their invasion into Conan’s mind, he became a puppet of the necromancer by
My Rating “Thrice Marked For Death! – Part 03 Haunted” The artifact was successfully taken from the temple of Bel, in the night, the thieves did wrestle through the mounting corpses. In the morning Conan, washed in the sorrows of his buccaneering past, handed off Tarim’s Touch for a lofty sum. With no time wasted,
My Rating “Thrice Marked for Death! – Part 02 The Curse” And in an instant, ever foul bit of evil erupted from the dreaded black stone, surrounding the trespassers with an adversarial force of ancient specters. Conan’s plea was too late to stop the greedy Kamal from grasping Tarim’s Touch. Now the thieves were unwillingly
My Rating “Thrice Marked For Death! – Part 01 The Heist” Following the defeat of the lost tribe conjured by Thulsa Doom’s cult, and the fall of the Obsidian Fortress, Conan roamed the east looking for a new purpose. In the port city of Argo fate would turn against him as the local magistrate
My Rating “Prelude: The Staring Sigil” James Allison sat behind his typewriter staring at a blank piece of paper loaded onto the platen. It had been almost two weeks since he wrote anything new, and the stress was beginning to wear on him. The memories had always come to him in patterns. His past lives,
