Sourpuss

Asteri's punishment had been swift, but in many ways, a blessing.
His skin was still charred, he had felt the fires of Armageddon.

Sahgorim writhed and sat up slowly, he was in dense forest, not far from his old fort. Slowly he made his way to find its remains in rubble, plundered and abandoned some time ago. How long was he a prisoner?

Taking some time to survey the area, he began to slowly examine the area, he began to notice building which seemed familiar to his own. Forts, orkish forts, Asteri had blessed the very ground with clans and those had came to seek it.

Sahgorim was not even sure if Callum was still alive, for now he focused himself on the task ahead, meeting with the clan. "The first test for the shaman", he thought to himself.

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