Life gets in the way. . .

Life has gottern in the way of writing again (By life I mean work, illness, a social life, the waaagh, sleep, 18ths and recoveries from the aforementioned 18ths) - and so I have decided to make a commitment to this site and whatever readers I probably don't have :P. By easter friday (Fri 21st) I'll have posted up the short story I'm working on. I'll leave you with a teaser:

Krell lashed out with his dagger, slicing tough orc hide and flesh. Glimmering arcs of blood spurted out like a crimison fountain. "So you orcs do bleed red." Krell observed. The orc screamed in bloodlust and fury, ignoring the pain as he worked up a frenzy. Swinging a large meaty fist he winged an already retreating Krell, before chasing down his smaller adversiry.

The orc was a paragon of madness, lathering at the mouth it grabbed a pike from the ground without breaking stride and hurled it at Krellm as if it was no more then a javelin. It pulled the weapon it had forgottern in its rage from its back; A large sword of a make and craftmanship unkown to Krell. It was obviously sturdy and solid, of a fine yet crudely proportioned make. The hilt was a stylised jaw, with pointed teeth jagging out from the pommel.