[ Two wargs growl in the dark corners of the enclosure that Gorthaur has prepared, their eyes shining and reflecting in the darkness. They can smell the heat that radiates from the ore holding Osse down, like a carcass cooking. Osse is not cooking, like a fish on a spit, but the links are of fine work, of which Gorthaur labored in his great fiery pit within Angband. Any water that Osse could control has evaporated, will continue to evaporate, from water into gas in the air and out the vent above.
He has thought this one through, and he is proud.
He speaks from the darkness when Osse awakes, hand steady on the head of one of his beasts. ]
And so he has awoken, the dry fish, so far from the water.
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He has thought this one through, and he is proud.
He speaks from the darkness when Osse awakes, hand steady on the head of one of his beasts. ]
And so he has awoken, the dry fish, so far from the water.