Amphillis rose to her feet, an ornate case containing a scroll clutched in her hands. She was holding the thing in part because of its contents. But also to keep her hands from shaking. The young Tidecaster was still nervous. Even though having been made an honorary member of...
Arrival
Few witness an Idoneth raid and live to tell the tale. Or rather, few are in any state to tell about it. Even so, almost everyone can tell that something is wrong. It is like a fog rolling in, but much more... oppressive. It brings with it the pressure...
"Why is we here again, boss?"
Instead of an immediate reply Old Viggo instead gave Drabb a bonk on the head with his shipwrecka warclub. A bonk for a Gargant anyway. A human would have been smashed into paste.
"Because that hole inna sky needs closin'!" the older...
"What is we doing here?"
The question was asked with a rebellious undertone, which made Old Viggo cuff the other Mega-Gargant over the head.
"Shut it, Drabb!" he shouted. The other brute went more or less quiet, grumbling to himself.
The truth was, even Old Viggo did not know...
For days Old Viggo and the Gargants of his Stomp had their way with the outer sections of Neolotl. With the city's walls breached and its defenders largely mashed into a fine paste there was little to stop them, or the waves of Orruks, Ogors and Grots that followed...
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Amphillis rose to her feet, an ornate case containing a scroll clutched in her hands. She was holding the thing in part because of its contents. But also to keep her hands from shaking. The young Tidecaster was still nervous. Even though having been made an honorary member of...
Arrival Few witness an Idoneth raid and live to tell the tale. Or rather, few are in any state to tell about it. Even so, almost everyone can tell that something is wrong. It is like a fog rolling in, but much more... oppressive. It brings with it the pressure...
"Why is we here again, boss?" Instead of an immediate reply Old Viggo instead gave Drabb a bonk on the head with his shipwrecka warclub. A bonk for a Gargant anyway. A human would have been smashed into paste. "Because that hole inna sky needs closin'!" the older...
"What is we doing here?" The question was asked with a rebellious undertone, which made Old Viggo cuff the other Mega-Gargant over the head. "Shut it, Drabb!" he shouted. The other brute went more or less quiet, grumbling to himself. The truth was, even Old Viggo did not know...
For days Old Viggo and the Gargants of his Stomp had their way with the outer sections of Neolotl. With the city's walls breached and its defenders largely mashed into a fine paste there was little to stop them, or the waves of Orruks, Ogors and Grots that followed...