was not only impossible, but dangerous.
Shortly thereafter, Rahsik-ba and four orc warriors
had found him. He was stripped down and summarily
removed to the Pit, where he had been chained and
tortured for he knew not how long.
As the surviving warriors finally ceased their
babbling testimony of his misdeeds, Wank thought about
all the stories of human adventures and human friends his
mother used to tell him. He had secretly rooted against all
of those human monsters, real or imagined, their successes
his misery. The grim-faced murmurs that surrounded him
attested to the fact that his story was getting much the
same reception from this audience.
Rahsik-ba cracked his whip again, though this time
merely in warning above Wank’s head.
“Let any other accusers here today stand up and
speak as witnesses to the crimes of this mongrel!”
Wank sighed.
One by one, Wank counted thirty-nine in all,
members of the tribes stepped forward to point a finger at
Wank, accusing the “orc-that-is-mostly-human” of rape,
thievery, murder and other crimes of which only an
outsider to the clans can be convicted. Wank recognized
some of them, and some he didn’t. Many, he was sure,
accused him from spite, or wanted simply to be involved.
When the seemingly endless litany of accusations
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