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| Two-Handed Axes Treatise III Written by Torvan of Yostwayne |
| "The Long Winter of 410 Spent in Fjall, the Land of Dwarves. Part Two" Allows you to learn the following Two-Handed Axes abilities: Make Space Tool of Execution Maim and Kill Reading this book grants some Experience. |
In the second part of his journal Torvan continues detailing his incredible adventures, the likes of which had only been experienced by a handful of Aldorians. 750 |
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| “ | In the second part of his journal Torvan continues detailing his incredible adventures, the likes of which had only been experienced by a handful of Aldorians. | „ |
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Entry twenty two:
...I could hear the commotion quickly approaching us from the lower chambers. There were no doubts left: the chase was upon us! Nothing good could come out of it - I spotted a shadow of fear on some of my companions' faces, something which I had never witnessed before. Or, perhaps, it was just tricks of the dim light in the darkness of the cave. I was cursing myself over and over: for agreeing to help Freer and his brothers, for treating this endeavor with such levity, and for deciding to come to the Host forsaken Fjall to begin with.
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Fortunately, I couldn't see the faces of the gjenferds, lest I would be haunted by that nightmarish image to this very day. The panic settled in, so their horde appeared to me as some shaggy, roaring beast, hungering for our blood.
Bjarn, who was covering our right flank, caught a spear thrust that nailed him to the wall. I rushed in to help only to have my shield knocked out from my hand by some terrible force, which sent me tumbling in the opposite direction. The situation wasn't pretty: I was ready to bid farewell to my life when Freer came to the rescue. With one mighty swing of his axe he knocked three gjenferds off their feet. The second swing followed immediately, decapitating the monster who still tried to block the way out. Without wasting a moment, he helped me get up on my feet, saying only a brief "Run!". I hastily followed his guidance...
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