Episode 11
Morgoth spoke to himself almost as much as he spoke to Sita Moon, eyes half-lidded, wet smile curled around his big tusks. “I almost got split in half, myself.” He lifted his breast plate to show her the jagged scar. “A little deeper, and my head would be tossed in a pile to determine some mercenary's payment. That's what the Greens do after they kill us." Morgoth's axe bounce on his shoulder, scraping the horns of his helmet with each step. “We came across a town that was still evacuating. Hacked up everything we came across, even if it were already dead! A goblin my age wasn’t even supposed to have that much fun!”
Sita Moon put her hand on Morgoth’s chest to give him pause. From nowhere they heard a shout, followed by laughter. Sita Moon looked up at Morgoth. The big orc looked grave, shaking his head. “Greens, my lady,” he whispered as best an orc his size could whisper. “Like the White Knight. You hear their disembodied voices around you when they are coming to attack. Never, ever trust the Greens.”
The Cthulhu Dagger floating before her, Sita Moon advanced on the voices until the glow of a torch penetrated the trees. Morgoth fell back further, attempting to be quiet.
Sita Moon burst into the light at the bend in the river. Two warriors and a wizard confronted her. Green-lettered names floated above all of their heads.
“What the fuck do we have here?” asked a disembodied voice. Through the Sephiroth, she knew the words. The two warriors stepped forward to shield the wizard.
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