Orange

“Status report, please, my Missing.” Arkay sighed, trying to organise his words. The three of them had spent hours combing the remains of the base of the Orangegold, only to find everything flooded and destroyed and no one alive. And now Deathven had teleported them here, to his hidden domain, wanting updates. “Torkalion just wanted … Read more

The floor was wet and damp but not sticky. The air had a salty, stale odour to it. But the path just kept on going, on and on and on. In a straight line, disappearing into the gloom. The entire time they walked, Retvik, Litvir and Arkay expected something to happen, something to leap out … Read more