Curse of the Dying Chief (part I)
“Morlith. Wake up.” Someone was gently shaking him and softly calling his name. Still groggy and weary with sleep, Morlith opened his eyes to find Rhothwin leaning over him. “What is it?” he asked. “It sounds like a centaur rebellion of all things,” Rhothwin said. All thoughts of sleep vanished and... Sign in to see full entry.