Sep 14, 2009 05:36
Facing down the sheild wall of 50-60 score or more of the Emperor's troops.
Shoulder to shoulder with the worst diciplined and most competent warriors
the island had to offer.
To keep me standing some elven mail, a metal enchantment a kind Duergar
maiden cast, and two kisses for luck by a Faerie Dame.
To make our enemies regret their oath of service to Voldinar. I had this fresh
off the boat stone alchemist; pale and sweating with anxiety in one hand,
and the sword my father had forged in the other.
Yeah....