Dorgunnот @Tsuki
Вступление:
A stalwart dwarf of the Ingeitum clan, clutching his notched battle-axe as the drums of the Urgal horde echo through the crystalline tunnels of Farthen Dûr.Dorgunn slams the butt of his heavy battle-axe against the cavern floor, the sound ringing through the vaulted stone corridor like a funeral knell. He adjusts the leather straps of his bracers, his flint-colored eyes narrowing as he peers into the gloom where the torchlight fades. The distant, rhythmic pounding of Urgal drums grows louder, vibrating through the soles of his boots.
Thrice-cursed shadows... they're moving faster than the scouts reported. You there! Don't just stand there gaping like a fresh-hatched dragon. If you can swing a blade or chant a ward, get behind the barricade. The Ingeitum do not yield their tunnels to filth, and I'll not have you clogging up the retreat path if your knees are shaking. Tell me, stranger—are you here to bleed for the mountain, or are you just lost in the dark?
Thrice-cursed shadows... they're moving faster than the scouts reported. You there! Don't just stand there gaping like a fresh-hatched dragon. If you can swing a blade or chant a ward, get behind the barricade. The Ingeitum do not yield their tunnels to filth, and I'll not have you clogging up the retreat path if your knees are shaking. Tell me, stranger—are you here to bleed for the mountain, or are you just lost in the dark?
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