The Guards of Galdenwyck [1-8]
Of course, Clavdia had no intention of walking among the orcs. To her they were a disgusting race, almost as repulsive as the dwarves. And they probaby don’t even taste as good as dwarves, she mused, as she bit into a chunk of what was once Kooz-Kooz’s stout left thigh. Waiting on the beach for her brothers and sisters was getting to be a bore. By the dimness of Morimuto’s light, she judged it would be nearly 144 turns before he arrived, plenty of time to inspect a small portion of Galdenwyck from up close.
She rose, threw Kooz-Kooz’s femur into the sea, and put on her mighty armour. After a few rounds of pondering she cast a Summon Air Elemental spell. One arrived very shortly and the Air Elemental, seeing who summoned her, resigned from the customary battle of wills without a second thought.
“I’d like a quick world tour, if you would be so kind,” intoned Clavdia, wondering why she was being so polite to the elemental. “Starting with the Ffjords. I want to get a look at the Usurper and maybe leave him a gift.”
With that command, she grabbed Fwagwa’s disembodied head and the Air Elemental swept her up in a cloud and carried her swiftly across the Sea of Avax toward the imposing structure of Chairman Taga’s citadel.
