Dec 26, 2014
marrillianclan
Neth’uar, a vile, yellow, squid like creature, moved behind a rock. Like all Chieftains of the M’arrillians, he could manipulate the mind. Right now, he played with Bolg’s guilt. With cowardice and guilt, Neth’uar could easily break them. But this creature had not been consumed by it…yet
The orc stood up, surveying his surroundings. He saw nothing, but that didn't mean he was alone. He could smell something nearby, though it was an unfamiliar scent...
The orc took a breath. Though it was more of a sigh... He felt despaired. But he also felt that he was being invaded. Somehow.
