began to fade.
A desperate fatigue gripped Wank, forcing him to
release his hold on shadow. And with that, all sense of
being watched and of foreboding fled. And so he fled to
the lower caverns. But he did not stop there.
The hunting party would return to its starting point
sometime later, he knew, the worgs having followed the
half-orc’s scent. He could almost see their orc masters
sitting atop the beasts empty-handed and puzzled. They
would swear profusely and rant awhile before beating their
mounts and heading out again, only to end up back at the
foot of the Sotus a short time later.
Furious, Rahsik-ba would have to cancel the hunt,
not daring to send the giant wolves into the caves on a
mad chase.
Knowing he had very little time, Wank found the
temporary campsite he had set up, gathered what he could,
and descended into unknown depths.
Gregory J. Glanz is an IT and network consultant in the Midwest.
For the past 4 years he has been involved in writing a series of
award-winning independent documentaries on rural, generational
Irish pubs. He is a homebrewer whose goal is to be able to dunk a
basketball when he turns 60. His short story, A War of the Mind,
was recently published in Blood and Bourbon.
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