Red Fang Chapter 36

Errol ignored the shouting for as long as he could, burying his head under the blanket but the noise came closer until someone was running along the corridor. He groaned as that same someone started banging on his door.

“What, damn it? I only just got to sleep,” Errol shouted and opened a bleary eye. He broke into a coughing fit and rolled over to spit on the floor. His mouth tasted foul as if something had crawled inside during the night and died. “Captain, it’s the king,” Vik said as he opened the door and stuck a candle through the gap. “He’s demanding to speak with you.” “What?” Errol barked as he slumped back onto the pillow. His head felt like a lump of lead and his body ached something terrible. “What hour is it, Vik?” “After midnight, Captain. You’ve only been asleep a few hours.” Vik came in and shivered at the frigid air seeping into the room. “Your fire’s gone out.”

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Nestled in the shadow of the Intraana mountain range is a vast land of marsh and forest. Rivers pour in from both the north and south flooding the region until it's more lake than land and yet it is home to more life than any outsider could imagine. Hidden among the reed beds are villages and farms, not all sited on dry land, some float. The villages of the marsh elves drift with the seasons, following the migrations of birds and fish, ignored by the humans as long as they don't get too close. A human king claims dominion and is ready to shed blood to prove it, not his but those of his men, marching them into the swamp to kill and needlessly die. But there are still places where people can hide from tyrants and create homes and communities of their own.

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The Red Fang

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