"Dirach Grunsgul stepped out from the cloying mists surrounded the wyrdstone and regarded the halfling settlement with a mixture of joy and disbelief. How had such an apparently defenceless village survived this long? He could see pens of sheep, stacks of corn and fat pigs amongst the small houses. There wasn't even a defensive wall surrounding the place. He shook his head in wonder. Close by, another fimir group emerged from the morning fog. It must be Murdach and his raiders thought Grunsgul. He turned to Goll and his warriors and gave them the signal to attack. Presently the screaming began. The huge fianna fimm Odhran's face wrinkled into a toothy grin, and he hefted his mace and plodded after the others.
The clan would eat well tonight."
Awh, rival Fimir? Now I want to play... :)
ReplyDeleteCome over so!
DeleteDon't think I can make it, when is it? Sooo much on!
DeleteIt's this Saturday. In Limerick, Ireland.
DeleteYeah, not going to get there. Send all the slack-jawed Fimir gawpers to my website though, won't you? ;)
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Will do.
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