DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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Roshnak and Grodish had lost several
hours circling around the hills above Nual-Deu. This necessary precaution
turned out to be the right decision as they reached the river Vaang. They were
almost at the same place, from where the goblin king recently took them as
prisoners. In the distance, they saw the military formation heading west across
the swamplands. And probably towards their homes.
“Goblins lost this one.” Grodish
stated the obvious.
Roshnak nodded, spitting to the
ground. He immediately turned around, heading north, following the river.
Half-orc was right behind him, amazed with shaman’s fast pace.
“I thought I was the one without
patience.” half-orc whispered.
“We need to reach Zhinnaeg before
the goblin king does.” Roshnak retorted “It seems there is something in there
for that little rat, and I would like to find out what.”
“He was interested in orcish
settlements.” Grodish said “What do you think he seeks?”
“I am not quite sure.” shaman was
puzzled too “But I believe I’ll know, once we get there.”
“But what about that human? We just
let him walk away.” half-orc felt betrayed “What about him? This has nothing to
do with him.”
“That is not true. Think about it.
You’ll need an army, just to have a chance of coming near him.” Roshnak said
“And Zhinnaeg might be just the place, where you can find one.”
“As if they are going to risk an
open confrontation with humans, for me.” Grodish answered “Especially not for
me, a half breed, whose blood is tainted with that human dog, who dared to…”
“Enough!” the shaman yelled “Don’t
you ever say anything like that. Do you hear me? There is proud orcish blood
inside of you. Blood of your brave mother, who gave her life to protect you.”
Roshnak turned around, grabbing half-orc’s shoulders “Never forget her
sacrifice.”
Grodish looked down out of shame.
Shaman was absolutely right. But still, deep in his heart, he knew that many
orcs were not thinking his way.
“Why do you think the orcs will
gather the army for me?” half-orc asked, after a while.
“They will, if their king says so.”
Roshnak smiled.
“Their King? You know the king?”
The half-orc looked astounded.
“If my plan works, you’ll become
their king.”
Grodish’s eyes widened, as he
grinned from ear to ear. It was an absolutely insane idea, but he liked it a
lot.
“Tell me more, I want to know
everything.” half-orc said cheerfully, as they continued their journey north.
There, far away in the foothills of
mountain Laorn, was Zhinnaeg. Orcish town, and a fort. It was the first line of
Chaygor defense, against the humans.
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