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The sounds of fighting were distant but distinct. The clattering of swords and lighting was clearly echoing because of the stone walls that the Dwarfs loved. The workmanship of the walls these sounds bounced off of were somehow both immaculate but ruined because of the previous occupation. Scratches and scars that stone could not heal were scattered across the walls without care of what was there.
Beyond all things Lucian realized he smelled a stench of rats. The Skaven, even though they retreated from this place, had left their mark in the very stone.
They had not gotten too far into the palace, crossing by the drink halls of the Dwarfen elite. Possibly one of their most sacred sites, Lucian noted the numerous Ancestor Gods who had their faces sundered by unskilled knifes or raw brutal might by the Skaven monsters who lurked in the darkness.
It was as they were crossing a few of the rooms that one of the Dwarfs raised his hand. With a simple motion he brought the entire group into the nearby darkness, the closing of all present blending into the darkness that was the shadow in the hall.
“Damned fool.” A familiar voice rang out as a man dressed in colorful dress that was all tied together by an iron breastplate walked into their view, “Is that Necromancer biting more than he could chew I wonder.”
Lucian felt surprised as his eyes landed upon the soft blue glowing sword. Adolf Wigmar walked just that little bit closer to them as he studied the sword within his hands. He slowly brought the blade towards the stone, a gentle amount of force allowing the weapon to sink into the stone.
“I did not see those fools with it.” The man said as he played with the weapon, “Did the Lizard abandon them, or perhaps have they been lost in the explosion”
He took the blade, striking the nearby light with a powerful strike that caused metal to rend, “A single stroke is all I need now.”
>Strike at him, NOW!
>Stay back in the darkness
