The young orc Lugdum grunts as the others
leave him behind to guard the Pelor commune on Coffin Butte.
He had ten gold pieces in his coin purse
and the most fantastic Great-Axe he’d ever seen.
He watched the party descend the bronze
rods bolted onto the cliff-face.
On the way through the wood, Bastien had
remembered the skeletal, belled guards but they were easy to avoid. The cleric
had warned Lugdum to do the same on the way back but the young orc had merely
smiled.
Now that the humans had gone, he’d get to
play with his new weapon.
The orc had promised to bury or burn the
dead and he had every intention of fulfilling his promise.
But first things first…
Grinning, Lugdum charges back into skeleton
wood, looking for trouble.
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