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The young
warrior tore into the ranks of ghouls, rotting piles of decaying flesh
quickly ringing him. The vampires didn't hesitate to join the battle
when the ghouls thinned. They kept him occupied attacking from all
sides at once while more undead monstrosities gathered to charge. Freki
destroyed a few vampires during each assualt and demolished countless
skeletal and ghoulish beasts.
Finally, Freki stood alone in the center of a reeking
landscape of ruined flesh. He left the village feeling more hopeless
than he had ever been in his life. He pressed on to the next clan and
found their normal homes abandoned. Freki even travelled to their
hidden retreat and found no evidence they had been there in many days.
Such it was for the next two clans he travelled to find.
On reaching the lands of a fourth clan and finding them
all dead, children and warriors alike, spread across a field, Freki
decided to return to his clan and defend them until his end. His dreams
of leading warriors against the dragons and living his days in the
sunlight were defeated. His small clan could probably survive for some
time hiding in the mountains, hoping RendGrave would never find them.
What he had hoped to end, now was multiplied by the direct attention of
an ancient and vicious dragon.
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Freki found
the Rholth living in the foothills of the eastern barrier mountains.
They rejoiced at the sight of him and asked him of any news. When he
told of the sights he had seen the clansmen were silent for a moment
remembering the dead, but quickly they recovered and dragged him to the
crest of the hill. Freki discovered at least six other clans had moved
here to join the Rholth against RendGrave. The dragon's rage had
already destroyed two clans, the others knew they would have to fight
to survive.
Freki walked among the gathered clans and found they all
warmly welcomed him as a hero and invited him to join them at a feast
in his honor. Freki felt as though he was responsible for the
predicament all the clans faced. Seeing the look in his face, one of
the clan leaders spoke up telling him that the dragon was a menace to
them all before Freki defied RendGrave. All the clans had lived in
fear, now they had hope and Freki had given it to them. For that alone
he was a hero.
The feast in Freki's honor was attended by every member of
every clan and lasted well into the night. At dawn, the last of the
revelers wandered off to sleep. Freki was among them, he had sipped
'viess all night and kept to himself, though everyone had to clap him
on the shoulder and offer him a drink.
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