Fifty Word Fantasy: The Disciples of Thran

Thran patted the severed heads of the orcish mothers and children hung from his horse’s saddle.

“You have done well, my disciples,” he said to his riders as they crested the hill. “Another tribe exterminated, another victory for our—”

They beheld a warband of ten thousand angry orcs.

“—Army?”

 

 

 

 

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