Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 14.88 (section)

===the WHITE-WORM & his horde===
['''NOW''']:  The moon has been eaten by the sky this night!   Talûn-karkû's "men" continue their march.  Seven villages have met their makers as the band acts as much the part of ghouls or locust devourering the country-side.  The Worm's orc troop have fared better than he expected... Less than two dozen have been evicerated at the hands of the Uruk that roar at their backs!  THIS was the truth of things the White-Worm would say, on such marches...  Those that made the final battle at the end of such a tear where those that deserved to find glory!  It is as nature demands!!


'''''"ONWARD BROTHERS, PUT SNOUT INTO THE WIND!  CAN YOU SMELL IT?!?!!  ELF-FLESH!!  THE VILE GROWS NEARER WITH EVER STEP.  WHEN WE STOP, WE WILL HAVE THE PRIEST'S FLESH, AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS - ON THE FULL MOON BROTHERS WE DINE ON JAHZIR'S TRAITOR!!"'''''


And for the first time in years the commander of Durgaz's youth smiles, his fangs stained with blood as his troop continue full bore into the hapless maelgral that wander the boundries of the City of Dead...  For this is Cambrial's district that his Dafrum-Dâgalûr now plunge into!  The orc and uruk alive make merry in the torturing of the dead, but they do not have the luxury of languishing in their kills... if you can call them that.  This would be the practice the Worm feared his men would be lacking.  With weeks behind them and nearly a week more in front - he may have wondered if his troop would be slow to act...

For wrath and ruin.  

For fear of Shadow's dawn.

They are NOT.



''The clouds cover your eyes...  This time the fog lifts from behind the stalkers in the dark...''
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