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From behind
him, Freki hears a warcry and spins to see some of his men climbing the
rubble, hurrying to come to his aid. The dragon lands just outside the
clearing and breathes it's corrosive gas on the assembled forces. The
norse commander watches in horror as the undead and norse warriors
alike are melted to puddles in front of his eyes. He screams a warcry
of his own and charges the landed beast. Both battle for some time,
neither penetrating the defenses of the other, neither scoring a single
hit. Enraged, RendGrave throws out his wings to jump away and sprays
Freki with hot ash and burning embers. The warrior is momentarily
blinded, swinging his weapon wildly. RendGrave presses his
unintentional advantage and comes down with both claws.
Freki feels the sword tip touch flesh and quickly snag. He
changes the direction of his swing and pushes the blade deep into the
dragon's flesh. RendGrave freezes for just a moment impaled by the
magic blade. The fires dying down behind him gave his draconic face a
sinister sneer and his claws wrapped around the magic barrier pressing
in to destroy Freki.
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A strange word
leaps to Freki lips and slips from his mouth before he is aware of it.
At the magical command the sword begins to glow with a piercing white
light. White flames engulf RendGrave and Freki. They both scream as the
white fire boils the flesh from their bones and reduces them to white
powdery ash.
The last of Freki's men, who had avoided the gas by
remaining behind the barriers and used the downdraft along the wall to
breathe, watched as their leader and enemy died horribly before their
eyes. They crawled through the stone barriers, the ash, and the puddles
that had been friend and foe to the center of the clearing. They found
no trace of the sword in the powder, nor did they find a single bone or
scale. They returned home to tell the Legend of the Battle at Redstone
Hill.
This signalled the beginning of the end
for
the Darkwyrm Council, but that is another tale.
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