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 For a moment you stand pondering the strange question. You look about the room for a possible clue to the answer but decide flattery may be the best response.
"With an axe of such power at my side", you reply, "I will strike the beast down and rend the life from its foul form. Your iron blade will part its flesh and it will surely fall".
For a moment the aura surrounding the Dragonclaw falters, its energy withdrawing as if it is considering your answer. In this moment of quiet you shift uneasily, unsure as to what the axe might do if you are wrong.
"No", the axe responds in a deeper voice, "I cannot be used in that way. The death of Windhammer lies beyond my capacity alone for it is a Dragon of uncommon power. To kill such a beast requires other weapons that cannot be found here. No matter your need it is my fate to remain within these walls. If you do not know how I should be used then I must wait for a warrior who does. Go now or you will surely die!"
With that the snow storm erupts again. Ice and snow billows up from the floor with such ferocity that you are forced back against the wall. In the face of the rising gale you know you must escape the room quickly or perish in its cold violence.
Turning for the door you see dimly through the darkness and rushing snow the frozen form of a great Hresh crouched by the doorway, a long scimitar raised as if ready to strike whoever might walk through. As you force your way back out of the chamber you wonder whether the sharp edge of its blade had actually been meant for you.
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This book, and its associated books and other documents in the Chronicles of Arborell series are the intellectual property of the author, Wayne F Densley, and all rights are reserved by him. Windhammer is best viewed at 1024 x 768 resolution. Any questions regarding the Chronicles of Arborell can be answered by emailing the author at densleyw@shoal.net.au
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