Dwarven Vengeance
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Última publicación lun, jun 24, 2013
The clouds blanketed the smirking moon like a cape of darkness. The eerie silence in the Dwarven town Ruvsualvia made everything seem more surreal. The guards whom were silently falling asleep on the large brick wall surrounding the City making everything seem perfect and serene. Content was the perfect way to describe how everything seemed, though everything is not what it seems...
The Bone-Rippers, a dangerously overpopulated nation were forced to demolish the village of Ruvsualvia for land and the few survivors were taken as slaves. Dollin grows up in this environment as a slave and when the love of his life is pregnant to his baby he does all he can to secure a safe home for his child, a place away from slavery and poverty. Will he overthrow the evil government or get crushed by the weight of his whole race?
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