Role

Chapter 14

Sunlight blinded her as she stepped, nude, from her underground prison. Using
an arm to block her eyes from its blaring glare, she sniffed viciously at the
air. This was fresh, this was much better than her little cell. It was
perfect. Grinning to herself, Pleebert let out a thundering laugh, her
cackling echoing from the land around her. Pulling at some of the rotting
gnome-flesh that was stuck to her skin, she began to wander.

Days went by, and Pleebert continued to force her march forward, finding no
clear direction in which to go. Her period of torture and solitary
confinement had only hardened her resolve. Having wandered for quite a while,
Pleebert eventually heard a slightly familiar noise in the distance.
"YUUUH! SMASSSH DEM SKULLS!" an Orc's voice yelled.
"Hold the lines, men! Don't let them pass!" an Elf's voice countered.

Pleebert, pushing through the brush in front of her, gazed out on to an
immense battle. Orcs were throwing their bodies against a well held line of
Elves. This was what she had been waiting for, this was the familiarity and
battle that she craved. Throwing herself from the small camouflaged area she
had, she leapt in to the fray.