Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 14.88 (section)

===the WHITE-WORM & his horde===
['''10 DAYS AGO''']:  A toad croaks sitting on a slippery rock amid the moor, given the name Worgren.  It flows to a shallow from the Erenriver, at the base of the Eren River Valley.  It is a place that you've marched through many times.  The story was not more than a year ago this day that a lone Dwarf faced off with a '''Shadow-Clutch''' in that very spot.  The foolish Dwarf had little hope against the giants, but it was his mantle to hold them so that dozens of villages would live.  It is rumored he was envoy to the Witch Queen...  But that is a fable for sure, perhaps Eranon would know this tale?  No matter...  In the night the toad has little time to flee when the foul muck-ridden heel of another such '''"Clutch"''' tramples its scaley hide into the moors.

On that night an army run across Worgren's Moor in Shadow's haste.  The brutes are some 150 strong.  Six dozen Orc-brothers, made up of seemingly as many tribes sprint in fear of being overtaken by their own battlegroup following on their heels behind!  The proud pestilence of the Uruk stomp out all life that takes its time to slow before their mad march.  The human mercenaries call them a "Shadow-Clutch", they are 75 motherless killers that hunt until their hunt is done...

At the front of the column rallying moreso that leading at this point is the orc called -  Talûn-karkû, the White-Worm...  He would eat your heart were he to find you.  He calls out to the Clutch...

'''''"YOU HAVE NOT YET BEGUN TO SUFFER, YOU MOTHER-LESS DOGS!  BEFORE YOU IS PAIN AND BEHIND YOU IS DEATH, CHOOSE AND IF YOUR MIND IS WISE YOU WILL DINE ON THE FLESH OF TRAITOR MY BROTHERS!!!'''''



''The haze of blood-soaked memory pulls over the marching of your orc brotherhood.  For a moment you see the stars and then feel compelled to look back to Aryth...''
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