by Justin Wayne
Chapter Five: Other Plans
Ulgvhen couldn’t look away from the remnants of his brother as it barreled along beside him on its terrified horse. The soot-colored leather and warped iron around its frame were a strange sight indeed, it was very obvious that they had been burned, but it was the black skull where the face should be that grabbed attention.
The heat had caused several hairline fractures along the cranium which revealed the gray matter within and the eye sockets were empty, with a pair of black abysses staring back. Roaring another war cry, the jaw bone lowered and unhinged on one side.
“The dust trail leads west, not to Rusk, so Journ is closest.” the orc beta observed. “I’ve heard tale that the town is haunted.”
Cleave Rend popped his jaw back in place with a loud pop. “Then we shall snare them in the dark and leave their souls among the wandering!”
The skull was incapable of showing emotion, but Ulgvhen would bet his right arm that at that moment he saw it smile.