the conflict between the Fellow Races escalates,
sides must be taken as Fate and Destiny struggle for
control of Terrath.
Laughing mirthlessly, Ahnorr
sheathed his swords in the scabbards strapped to his back before
brutally punching the unsuspecting Wolf pack leader square in the face.
Conerth staggered from the blow, dropping his cask to the snowy ground.
Holed by the jagged tip of a pointy rock left uncovered by the light
snowfall, the punctured cask bounced and rolled away, leaking its boozy
contents. A warning glance from the Grizzly chief persuaded those
warriors accompanying Conerth to do nothing about the unprovoked
assault. Wordlessly, they backed away.
“I told you not to get
drunk, you mangy boozer,” Ahnorr coldly berated him as Conerth
Wiping the blood from the
corner of his mouth, he stayed submissively silent. Politically the
weakest of the four principals, his clan needed the allegiance of
Grihaloecke to keep at bay their mortal enemies, the Elks.
Book 3 - Magic's Resolve
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