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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 2
A gale swept down the mountains to the north and was bitter for this early in the year. It bit through the canvas tent and into the blankets, yearning to devour the warmth of their bodies. The night wandered by without incident however, and the chill of the next morning brought a light coating of frost that clung to plants and tent alike. It cracked and fell away in flakes as they stirred and broke camp. Rations of dried meat and hard bread would have to do for the early trek.
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“Now it's just you and me, ugly,” he mumbled in Orcish, smiling madly as he enjoyed the battle around him. For having no prior experience, the soldier relished combat. The orc merely chuckled in answer and a bright light erupted in front of Algan's eyes. Pain followed as a beam of white-hot fire struck him, searing his flesh to his armor. Kunya narrowed her eyes and chanted the same word as when she'd first showed Algan the basics of magic, sending a similar beam in return. It scorched a goblin in robes that was barely peeking from behind a large rock. Kunya followed that spell with another bout of curative magic. After another pause a white globe of energy that streaked around both the human and orc, striking true on the goblin. It screeched and dropped to the floor in a ragged heap.
The wizard shook her head clear and watched as the orc and Algan exchanged swings and thrusts. Nicks and cuts slowly whittled down the beast's vitality as spots of red speckled the walls and ground, then a decisive blow to the chest sealed the fight. The orc cackled and pulled the spear further into himself, dragging the human closer as it reveled in the adrenaline rush just before death, then it went limp as its toothy, drooling mouth hung open in what could only be described as a mix of joy and agony. The warrior grimaced as he freed the weapon from the body and cleaned it off. The silence of being underground enveloped their senses again, with only the occasional crackle of a burning torch to break it.
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