Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2005 10:07 pm
To the north, a handful of orcs sit in the Shadowhorde cave, grunting about their earlier chase after their territory signpost.
In the warmer climates around Trollsbane, a little girl hops around, laughing about signposts jumping onto the roof, and apples jumping from branches onto heads. Her mother absently nods to her daughter at these little silly tales.
In the warmer climates around Trollsbane, a little girl hops around, laughing about signposts jumping onto the roof, and apples jumping from branches onto heads. Her mother absently nods to her daughter at these little silly tales.