Floodwend

Entry 10

                I left the lumber mill around midnight. Try as I might, I couldn’t bring myself to spend the night there, not while knowing that the orcs who’d slain Mr. Frumgar and Ms. Dunlida were getting farther away with every passing second.

            Caeorwulf slowly opens his eyes and looks around at the place where he finds himself.  Nothing is around him; all is a grey-white mist, swirling round his feet and in every direction.  He is neither warm nor cold.  The sensation he has is of nothingness, no pain or fear or cares.  He has no reckoning, no memory of this place or how he cam