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Attack of the Killer Marmot
 * - by PeeJee



"I hate ogres."

The sun was high, the temperatures scalding, and the air dusty and arid. It was as if everything in the Blades Edge was conspiring to make PeeJee as uncomfortable as possible. The stench of ogres was so strong it was all she could do to keep her lunch down.

Stepping around the baking body at her feet, she uncorked the flask of water she pulled out from under her cloak, kneeling in what little shadows she could find in the Bloodmaul Camp.

"I hate ogres," she mumbled to herself again as her eyes drifted across the encampment, picking out small details here and there: A cookfire still burning, a marmot racing to and fro, a pile of dung, a keg of that awful beer. PeeJee stepped from the shadows, feeling them cling to her skin as she walked over towards the ogre she had picked out as her next target. A hand reached back with a ball of boiling shadows cupped in her palm. She called for the shadows to wreck havoc on her target then let the ball fly through the air, "Next time I see that dwarf, I'm going to tell him to shove that command of his up his..." She blinked, too surprised to finishing the statement. One of the Marmots she had seen running around the canyon floor had just run past her feet... only to bite the ankle of the ogre she had singled out. (more)