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Windhammer, Copyright Wayne Densley 2008 All Rights Reserved
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 There is nowhere to turn and in the darkness you face your attacker. Weapon in hand you are a lonely figure, standing before the great spectral Dragon as it smashes its way into the chamber. In a tumult of falling stone and growling malevolence the beast rises before you, then lets out a hideous scream. In the confined space it is a deafening blast that echoes off the walls and sends stalactites falling from the ceiling.
Staggering backwards you steady yourself and stand your ground, yelling at the giant beast to come and meet its fate. Unfortunately the Dragon has no intention of striking you down itself. It is a spectral servant of a far greater power that cares only that it guards these halls from all trespassers, whether they be Man or Hordim. Battle is not its goal, only the quick disposal of those that tread here. With one mighty punch into the ceiling the Druhl fractures the roof of the chamber. Before you can move to protect yourself the ceiling collapses, thousands of tonnes of stone and crystal falling in a blanket of debris that you cannot avoid.
Realising the danger you try and run for the hole in the floor but you have no chance of reaching it. As the ceiling falls the Druhl collapses into a tangle of rock and bones, its task complete. For you there is nowhere to run. In a pounding crash of stone against stone the rock fall does its job, your life crushed beneath its enormous weight. In this life your quest is over. It will be to another that you must now look for better luck.
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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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