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Note* The following snippets are from Cursed Lands: Morgulia with one additional snippet as an exclusive extra. Dark Interludes 1 can be read here: Dark Interludes 2 can be read here: ******************************************************************************************************************** Vorentin spat. Of all the foul luck, he had drawn the short straw for guard duty while the others enjoyed the spoils of their latest raid and had their fun with the captive who’s cries and screams had, even now, begun to ring out into the night. “Hmph! Foul luck indeed!” Vorentin spat again and glowered moodily into the gloom of the surrounding forests, a gloom which his small watch-fire did precious little to dispel. Vorentin’s frown deepened and he turned his glowering gaze to the fire. “Useless...” He bent, gathering more nearby brush from the forest floor to stoke his only meager source of light. The rest of the bandits, distracted by their revels and violations, did not hear

Note* The following snippets are from Cursed Lands: Morgulia Dark Interludes 1 can be read here: ******************************************************************************************************************** Marin hated traveling by barge. The constant uneasiness and rocking made him queasy and the ferryman was inevitably some flabby, moist looking fellow with wide, thin, frowning lips and hateful staring eyes who smelled horribly of rotting fish. One would think that even they could afford to wash themselves now and then, but the thought seemingly never occurred to them. In any case, were it not swifter and, indeed, somewhat safer when traveling to Sinevir, Marin would have paid nearly any cost to avoid the experience. The barge gave a lurch, further upsetting Marin's already discomfited constitution and he lunged for the side as the bile rose within him, only for the ferryman's hand to catch his collar, pulling him back as he retched all over himself and the deck beneath