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“What…?” The Black Knight looked around him, his eyes searching the numerous faces of the Dwarfs who were around him. He saw plenty of faces, many of them with beards of colors ranging from burnt brown and reds all the way to those of the darkest grey. Yet their faces, let alone their beards, carried both that aged wisdom and the sheer whiteness of the Dwarf.
Taking a few steps forward he got close to one of the soldiers, “Sir Dwarf, do you know a Visa?”
The Dwarf looked at Lucian curiously, “Visa? Do you know whose son he’s?”
“No, but he looked like one of the warriors. Maybe one of the fellows helping to aim these metal weapons.” Lucian said while jestering to the weapon that was being preped for another attack.
“The cannon? No I don’t think there was an engineer named Visa.” The Dwarf told Lucian has he pondered for a moment before calling to a fellow, “Nolard, do you know a fellow named Visa? He… what did he look like?”
“Uh, he was a White Dwarf.” Lucian said before shaking his head, “A Dwarf with a white beard. It was a mighty one I must say, if prepared for travel.”
“A white bearded warrior? But there are no Longbeards up here…” The Dwarf said as he rubbed his beard seeking the answer through the hairs.
“Visa’s doesn’t sound like a Dwarf’s name.” Pointed out one of the Dwarfs next to them.
“But that's the name he gave me. Was he a Fey?” Lucian said as he shook his head, “By Morr why…”
Lucian held his words as he gazed towards one of the many windows.
“Fey, now calling a Dwarf, even one who's not here, an lugi is insulting!” Declared the warrior not studying the eyes of Lucian, “Now why-” The Dwarf’s eyes stopped as he saw the glowing brand upon the chest of Lucian.
“Something is coming!” Shouted the Knight as he felt the fury of the Dwarfen God flow into his veins. The Scythe already in his hands he looked through the window to see what was there, to see what no one else had noticed for they were looking down at the massacre.
What Lucian mistaken as crows had grown in size by several times. Their wings, what Lucian thought to be feathered, were but skin without any quil to speak of! And the distance was what quickly fooled him for the they had grown nearly five times their size from the glare of Morrslieb!
“Look up! Look up!” Shouted the Knight as he felt his blood boil from power, “They come from the sky!”
As if hearing his call the monsters of terror answered with a loud screech.
