Somewhere on the barren lands of Willgriurh There were three. Three fellows. As different as can be an drow, a half-orc and a dwarf. Yet they were naturally bound one to each other, as the pieces of an axe against the steel jaw of battlefields. Three folk...
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Somewhere on the barren lands of Willgriurh There were three. Three fellows. As different as can be an drow, a half-orc and a dwarf. Yet they were naturally bound one to each other, as the pieces of an axe against the steel jaw of battlefields. Three folk heroes of the battle of Balcmauh, but brothers above all. Hence, the reunion should have been warm and joyful, albeit the snowstorm and the mournful silence. Unfortunately they had become enemies many years ago, by the cruel strength of the fate. They were there for an ultimate fight, nothing else. Precisely, the mission of two among them was to stop the immoderate and evil ambitious of the elder one, Galioneth, whose shape was drawing as a shadow. Blurry and fade within the blizzard, as the memories of their undertaken friendship. “ On time, pathetic traitors!” His voice was shaper than the cold biting their cheeks. In spite of his natural elfic sense of hubris, Galioneth was valued so far for both his bravery and his outstanding wis
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