Thursday, December 22, 2011


Though lo, Agrind King, cased in iron, used teh Axe of the Dwarven Lords to drive his foe from the room. Thorax, the Red Duke, encased in armor of his own design, fell beneath the strength of the Iergild, seeing in it the fire of the All Father. He fled the halls in fear and rage, cursing the Dwarves, the world, and the All Father.

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