Role

Chapter 7

Graazur'Ukal cocked his head to the side a wicked grin on his face, 'Pathetic
creature' tossing the head or Orumous into the middle of the library signalling
the second wave as wolf-size spiders and heavily aromored duergar entered the
Library Halls. Ludan knew he was outnumbered even with two of his Elites now
approaching his side. As they rallied into a small defensive unit, they were
not alone every man woman and child who could bare arms was soon flooding into
the library severely outnumbered yet. They know life depended on at the very
least pushing the demon back into the depth os the Mount if not finally once
and for all killing it.

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The battle waged in its ebbs and flows for what seemed an eternity and while
the looses to Graazur's army was countless it just seemed to continue to spew
from the bowels of the earth. As its relentless assult continued the Dwarves
numbers dwindled even Ludan was showing sign of fatigue and an all to great
awareness of the wounds he had sustained. Eynwil completely exhausted cast her
last weave a feeble attempt at best, she began to slump to the ground as slender
arms caught her, and a gentle voice whispered in here ear "We have come."
Clasping the man's wristguard she felt the mark of the Bladesong on the palm of
her hand, as she looked up an whispered "Thank you"