DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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Far away in the swamps to the north-west, Grodish
cocked his head, hearing the erratic drumming echoing from the mountains.
“They are coming behind us, boy.”
Roshnak said calmly “We are heading away from them.”
Half-orc nodded, knowing they
must’ve been very close to the fort. With every step, he felt more and more
nervous.
“Be brave my son.” Shaman said, as
if he was sensing the reluctance in Grodish’s steps “Believe in yourself,
because I certainly am.”
Words somewhat calmed the half-orc,
but once he set his eyes upon the enormous walls of orcish fort rising in the
distance, his heart started beating even faster than before. Dark shadows of
the surrounding mountains fell on Zhinnaeg, making it look even more ominous.
Loud whistling of cold winds, brought the shivers through the half-orc’s spine.
They were passing through a narrow
valley, filled with clear signs of warning. Rows of different skulls, impaled
on the stakes, on both sides of the road, would certainly scare most of those
passing by. But not them. Grodish lifted his head up, boldly stepping alongside
shaman.
“Be careful now.” Roshnak
whispered, at the same exact moment, when a couple of heavily armed guards
appeared before them “Don’t let them provoke you.”
They were escorted in silence,
through heavy, iron gates, decorated with skeletons of fallen enemy officers,
who once dared leading an attack on this town. Many curious orcs watched them
from aside, as they walked the Zhinnaeg’s narrow, cobblestone streets.
This town, this fortress, was encased in the large walls to the front, and
Laorn mountain range on the back. It was an enormous undertaking. The entire
place was built inside of an enormous col, which partially stretched under the
mountain. Zhinnaeg surely looked unconquerable. Thousands upon thousands of
battle ready orcs lived in this city, led by their king Broolg. Experienced
orc, who’s reign stretched for over two decades. Finally, they stopped in front
of the entrance to the cave. Somewhat round, fat orc, dressed in feathery
robes, walked outside, holding his hand up.
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