Orcs of the Red Blade

Drakash left the pedestal at the Ring of Valour soon after choosing the second council member. Sweat was running freely down his spine and he felt sick. He knew he had finished the meeting abruptly, but he just couldn't take it. He felt feverish and weak and all the thoughts and whispers inside his head made him dizzy. The cool corridor leading out of the arena felt good and he leaned against the stone wall to catch his breath and thoughts.

Tirnak Lynxclaw was in the council now. Kozgugore's remains had been found. New era, and he was in the middle of it himself. The brisk air outside greeted him joyously and the gentle wind cooled his heated skin. He still felt a bit ill but his head was clearing as if the spirits of the wind soothed his mind. He walked down the street to the nearest inn and crashed into the bed, falling sound asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

((Sorry for leaving so quickly, just realized how late it was and the alarms are going on soon. Playing at my work place for this week due work issues. Anyway, hopefully it wasn't that bad. ))

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(( pillow?!? real orcs use rocks! ))