Scales of War

Knock, Knock!

Who's there?

Waterday, 26 Reaping, 1468 CY

Irjan blindly fumbled for a way to jam the door shut against the pounding feet and blood-thirsty snarls of still more orcs. Skien had just taken a breath from deactivating the traps in the hallway while Grymm, Tanner, and L lowered their weapons. Diony turned away from the crossbow turret he’d thoroughly jammed as That Bitch and Kalad walked casually down the gauntlet the others had fought through, deep in conversation about Moradin after having held their own against some orcs attacking from the rear. When they heard the orcs slamming into the door, nearly knocking Irjan off his feet, they rushed forward to see if they could buy the group a few minutes to rest before the next attack…



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