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The Orcmar Shorts

My years in Orcmar had not been happy. I’d come into the old orc capital (now another prideless city-state) after years of wandering, with nothing of my own to show for it. I’d lived first in the slums, where a pair of warring gangs held power over our everyday lives. Although the Shadow Council (another branch, another construct of the Law – how had I not seen it?) was ostensibly the city’s government, it did little but declare states of emergency and curfews if the gang fighting got too brutal. (Thusly keeping any of the three from gaining the upper hand, thusly maintaining the status quo, for centuries…) The curfews were enforced with the allegedly gruesome, mysteriously-unwitnessed deaths of anyone that failed to comply. Fear of the Council was fear of the unknown.
- Book One, Chapter VIII

The Revenge Cycle

Honor

Labor

Starvation

Loyalty

Punishment

The Dragon Cycle

Flight (NEW)

To be continued...


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