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Allir Reach, across the river Sayve.
Thirty wargs prowled in the long grass, restless and hungry. Atop them sat thirty orcs, girded for war. Khurash surveyed his war band and grunted, proud of what he saw.
He raised his bow into the air and let out a whooping cry that silenced the others.
"Humans farm too close to the rivers. They do not honor the old ways. They do not understand the hunt. They chop and chop and plant and plant. Then they hide behind their walls. We will give them something new to sow."
The riders roared their approval.
"FEAR!"
They roared louder, then as one turned and urged their mounts to loping sprints that had them crest the nearby hill and charge down it toward the Allirian village on the other side, blood curdling war cries joining with the howls of the wargs.
Thirty wargs prowled in the long grass, restless and hungry. Atop them sat thirty orcs, girded for war. Khurash surveyed his war band and grunted, proud of what he saw.
He raised his bow into the air and let out a whooping cry that silenced the others.
"Humans farm too close to the rivers. They do not honor the old ways. They do not understand the hunt. They chop and chop and plant and plant. Then they hide behind their walls. We will give them something new to sow."
The riders roared their approval.
"FEAR!"
They roared louder, then as one turned and urged their mounts to loping sprints that had them crest the nearby hill and charge down it toward the Allirian village on the other side, blood curdling war cries joining with the howls of the wargs.
