An Orc’s Life, Part 11: The Fellowship of the Verse Part I

The dawning of an important day.

The dawning of an important day.

[Below is my narration of this entry.]

My room in the Bannered Mare comes slowly into focus as I open my eyes. The shadowy tendrils of my dreams swirl around in my memory for a few moments, but they soon dance out of existence, leaving me to wonder why my stomach feels as though it has knots in it. As my grogginess subsides, I quickly remember what today is: the first day of my journey to Dead Men’s Respite. I feel one of the knots tighten. Continue reading