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Ragged breaths drew just enough of the frigid air to keep Singar on his feet. His entire body was numb with the cold. Entire body was saturated in an ever-growing film of water that he could not wipe away, which seemed to seep into his soul. Each step he took sunk deeper into the snow, and...

Singar awoke violently. Another of those strange bestial screams came to him on the wind from high above, bringing him around to the chilling sting of the snow on his skin. He shot up from being prone on his back. Sitting up he could see the snow around him was spattered with blood, with...

The monster continued to assault the human. It was clear now to Singar that Charlemagne is who the thing was here for as it ignored the orc's attack with such ease. Though knowing that did not lessen the burden of dread on his shoulders. It was Charlemagne's call of his name that shook Singar...

The thing spoke with words beyond Singar's comprehension. It's tongue was human, but densely packed with syllables. He imagined it was almost as a human lord might speak, haughty and poetic... entirely unbecoming of it's caprine likeness. The Orc's laconic understanding of the common tongue left...

Singar had never thought deeply about death. It was a part of life, and though one could certainly think about life, it stood to be far better when one simply lived it. He saw death every day, every time he brought down his next meal, every time his arrows pierced weaker men. The corpse of a man...

The silence between them suddenly grew tenser than it had been at any point in the time they had travelled together. Singar knew his sorries were no consolation. The two men were warriors, fiercely independent ones at that. If the Skyfather had not forced them together, their instinct would be...

"Aye, I suppose. Until now I had not sat and thought of it." he spoke with remorse in his voice. The blighted orcs were brutal, and they had led him to brutality as well. Now that he had a moment to register, he fell silent in pondering. Savagery demanded much from a man. It demanded a...

As Singar had rightly guess, Charlemagne understood. "The first of those two, though I suppose that was heinous enough. Orcs care about two things: protecting themselves, so they can protect their kin. I became friends with a tribe on the plains. They first raided my stronghold, but I learned...

Times were hard for humans. And that meant hard times for the Orc who drifted between them under their nose. The recent Orcish horde, a pair of words humans forever loathe to hear, had organized and sacked Alliria. The great merchant city ailed, and so did feudal economies across the world. The...

"I was in the middle. I am outside of my people now." a depleted scorn shone through his stoic voice. He was not apt to tell his story to others. It made him worthless to other Orcs, and it was too bizarre for most humans to believe or understand. Sitting before him was perhaps the person most...

"I can agree to that." Singar's suspicions had been confirmed, that the human was native to this place. He was a wanderer certainly, but every man carried a piece of their home with them. Singar saw in Charlemagne the strength needed to live and thrive in a hellscape such as this. As...

Singar simply grunted at the man's poet remark. He could not dignify a response, but it was welcome to see Charlemagne was not quite the cynic Singar had imagined. For now, Singar put his faith in his new companion. That man had thus far helped him out of the blightlands and could have tried...

Singar silently rejoiced at the sight of shelter as he pulled his bearhide cloak tighter around him. Its fur was only slight protection against the abominable wind, but it was better than nothing. Once underneath the cliff, they set to work. Singar loosed his axe from his side and gripped it...

This was a land alien to Singar. His people had no words for the mountains that grew clear into the realm of the sky spirits. If there was anyone left back west for him to return to, they would have scarcely believed his tales. The snow drifts seemed to dog his every step with mortal malice...

Singar did not feel the relief of having felled the blighted Orcs. His quiver was empty. His axe was yards away buried in jugular of the Orc called Burguk. A distance both of the Humans could have stopped him from crossing. If they wanted to kill him, they could have. They were all animals, and...