"Save the Bait", and other horrors.
Brave Olgiherga Ogerhunch, ogre hunter of the Ostrobogs and fenstalker.
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
The Book of Hammerskjold
Few are the sons of men who have come to understand the ways of the Volgotoi, the huge warrior race commonly referred to as Ogres.
A wasteland, a vast expanse of ogre infested, nightshade choked swamp…
Why rum all gone?
You pass through a woodland with a floor that seems remarkably clean of debris. Suddenly your attention is drawn to a twisted bit of wood by the trail side, a short broken twig with several stubs of branches along its length and most of the bark missing. When you reach it, the twig blurs and turns into a small brown lizard, caught in the middle of its body-twisting run. The little reptile darts away down the trail with impossible speed, no doubt magically enhanced, and is lost to sight in a moment. Now someone knows you are coming...