August 30, 2015

‘I am the Kulm of Sta Ben Fol. Unfold your lances and follow me,’ shouted the muscle-clad leader to his rank on rank of Pen Dal warriors. A shout of glory roared across the Plain of Hobnavor and clashed with the vast sea of mutant frowning Underhorde legions. The Lords of Darkness glittered their hate and dug spurs into the scaly sides of their Clataminx beasts. The enemy surges met in combat surge most deadly and rang down at last the Final Sulvening which would be thundered about in mead halls for eons to come. Five years earlier…


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