Day Forty-One and Three-Quarters
Dear Diary,
I’m stuck in the fens Citadel with Dare. Using my exceptional stealth abilities, I peep my head to check the hallway beyond. The place is crawling with orcs.
Literally.
Crawling.
These are spider orcs, so they have an extra set of arms and super-sticky skin. This kind of orc even skitter across a ceiling while staying upside down. The rest of their bodies are standard orc stuff: I’m talking hefty form, slimy skin, and excessive piercings. They wear oily loincloths and carry clubs or short swords.
And like all orcs, there are only dudes running around.
Which raises a particular thought in yours truly.
I round on Dare. “I’ve got an idea for a prank.”
“I take it finding the ley door isn’t an option.”
“Nope. The hallway is too full. And I
