Saturday, November 7, 2015

National Novel Writing Month: Day Six - 10,010 Words

The smell was the first thing that let them know they were near the herders’ encampment. The pungent, sweaty odor couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than rothica. The second thing they noticed was the braying. It was loud and incessant, enough to guide a lost orc home. As it was the hot season the full rothica herd, along with the full orc clan, were present when the companions arrived. It was the first time Wuzwok had seen the full herd, which occupied most of the plain that he could see.

“That’s a lot of rothica,” he said, awe evident

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