The Black Citadel
"I have with me an urgent message for the dark lord Wiculoth, my
"
The guard cuts you short in mid-sentence.
"You're not a messenger. Orcs with the black badge are the only messengers that come to the holy citadel, and they need to pass through the front gates."
The guard looks you over, spits on the floor, and then shouts at his growling hound,
"Thrak go!"
In two short steps the hound has its teeth filled jaw locked around one of your legs. You fall down in agony and the last thing you see is the blunt wooden end of a spear come crashing over your head
The guard cuts you short in mid-sentence.
"You're not a messenger. Orcs with the black badge are the only messengers that come to the holy citadel, and they need to pass through the front gates."
The guard looks you over, spits on the floor, and then shouts at his growling hound,
"Thrak go!"
In two short steps the hound has its teeth filled jaw locked around one of your legs. You fall down in agony and the last thing you see is the blunt wooden end of a spear come crashing over your head