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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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In the course of a few short minutes the black wall of cloud covers the sky, the horizon disappearing in a heavy mist of low cloud and rain. Then the downpour begins. First as rain, and then sleet and hail, the storm hammers away at the earth, flattening the grasslands and laying down great piles of half-frozen slush about the boulders. Huddled under the rocky shelf you are safe from the full power of the gale force winds that howl about the boulders, and the fist-sized pieces of hail that slam into the stones above. They cannot protect you from the rain though. Carried by the wind and spun into flurries of mist by the unmoving boulders, it finds its way into every part of your shelter, soaking you to the skin. Cold and miserable you can do nothing but wait as the storm rages about you. In the brilliant cacophony of lightning and thunder you crouch, thankful that you are not out in the storm, exposed to its full lethal power.
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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2001 - 2007 All Rights Reserved
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