06
Jul
The first thing you notice is the smell. A foul odour, carried on the wind. The animals notice it first. Birds scatter and the horses struggle in their reins. Then the bite of frost catches in your throat. Your breath leaps out to greet you, hanging in the air to assure you this is no mere trick of the mind. The third is the noise, the crashing of hooves, the cracking of earth, the roar of the ancient hunters. Ogors are monstrous. They want to fight and eat their way through the Mortal Realms in an all-you-can eat-buffet of barbarism.…
