Swamp

Mists curled and smoked from dark and noisome pools. The reek of them hung stifling in the still air. “I found it. I did. The way through the marshes. Orcs don’t use it. Orcs don’t know it. They go round for miles and miles. Come quickly. Soft and quick as shadows we must be.”

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Fear Of The Dark

“From a mouth unseen there came a deadly laughter. Do you not know Death when you see it?” Christopher Caouette ยท Fear Of The Dark

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