The thick figured orcess: Omoola watches
the six adventurers climb down their silken ropes. Even with her superior eyesight,
she can’t see to the bottom and has to admire the boldness of these,
effectively, night-blind humans.
Despite realising now, that their whole
mission was a set up for this elaborate trap, they were still heading to the
lower level of the massive, central pit.
Before he’d left, the young barbarian: Volkon had
asked her to guard their five remaining horses and the three, recently acquired
war-horses.
These last three were truly magnificent
beasts and Omoola had to resist the urge to clamber into the heavy, military
saddle of the biggest of the black war-horses.
Instead, she settles down to watch and
wait. After all, she had been promised a gold coin a day and she intended on
collecting.
Several uneventful hours pass before a
distant droning noise makes her peer upward. There’s nothing to see, even as
the buzz grew louder and louder, but then, she feels humming vibrations shake
her skin, as something huge but unseen dives past her into the pit.
Disturbing but still she stays awake and at
her post until just before dawn.
It’s then that she hears deep grunting noises
and spies a giant hand appearing over the lip of the pit.
Tough as she is, no lowly Orc spear thrower
can stand against a full grown Ogre.
With all the horses already tethered
together, Omoola leads them away from trouble and into the night…
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