…but it is always darkest just before the dawn.
Night has fallen over the harbor warehouse in Vridish that has become Ostia’s home.
When Zuldane finally woke up, he was lying flat on his back staring up at rough stone.
Gretchen stands stoically in the shadows in the port city of Vridish.
Ostia stared across the empty room he shared with his dwarven sailors.
There is still no Warchief and I fear this chaos may destroy the Orcish people.
You swear to write down all I say, just as I say it? Good. There is much to say.
Civil war erupts in Eragdush.
“I’ve confirmed it myself, sir,” Dram told his commanding officer.
The door to Sai’s cell opened and a huge orc entered the tiny room.
It has been weeks since they left Dravia.
From the new halfling port, the wind blew out to see filling the sails of the ships at harbor.
Gretchen grinds her teeth in frustration.
These halflings are fascinating creatures.
The orcish empire crumbles.
Zuldane pounded his mug on the counter of the bar and the bar wench lumbered over to refill it.
Panic was an emotion unbefitting an orc.
“I told you it would be a waste of time!” Cumae sternly reprimanded Ostia.
I awoke with a splitting headache.
Sai sat up in his makeshift bed, jolted out of a deep sleep by a sudden cold sweat.