A rustle was the only warning Trip had that anything was amiss; suddenly the entire campsite was in chaotic action, Victor rolling to his feet with sword in hand. Right there in the middle of their bedrolls stood… something.
A chapter of Poisonroot, a fantasy novel. Victor and Trip are attacked on the road, leading to a grisly discovery.
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Music: "The Pyre" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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