Escape From Orc- Fleeing: -final- !!link!!

Prologue: The Reek of Defeat There is no music in the final stretch of a hunt. No heroic swell of strings. Only the wet, percussive slam of your boots against mud, the serrated rasp of your breath tearing through a bruised rib, and the snorting, guttural laughter of the Orc behind you.

The is not a victory. It is a survival. You will never speak of the three days in the Thornwood. You will never explain the claw marks on your ribs. But when you sit by the hearth tonight, you will not flinch at the sound of heavy footsteps. Escape from Orc- Fleeing -Final-

Do not turn around. A study of fleeing victims (fictional and historical) shows that looking back in the final 100 feet slows your stride by 15%. Keep your eyes on the gate. Prologue: The Reek of Defeat There is no