Wednesday, January 24, 2018

100 Words a Day 1105

An angry cry echoed through the valley. The miners cast uneasy glances towards the open windows. Those men nearest slammed the shutters closed, muting the sound, but doing little to quell the chorus of shifting chairs.

“What was that?” I asked Beorg.

“A duergar revenant.”

I furrowed my brow.

“A decapitated duergar is cursed to wander, seeking vengeance.”

“Did someone here kill it?”

Beorg shook his head. “But it remembers only the echoes of life. It may slay a random man and think it can finally rest, only to be driven to a new fury when its shameful existence continues.”

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