The clang of metal rang through the air, the stench of battle filled Strodout Dragobeard's lungs, he was faced with an Elven opponent, blinded with anger, he swung his sword, however, instead of striking his foe, he was striking a training dummy, he was dumbfounded. Instead of on a battleground, Strodout was in a training room, instructors shouting orders at trainees, and within a moment he found himself in the fields of his childhood home, just under the gates of Thorbardin.(CC) Attrib. NonComm. NoDerivs
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