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Fighting drakes in the Moors
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The elves looked annoyed at one another: the old enmity of drakes and dwarfs found an evil way to bite them all now that speed was of importance and they could not afford wounded and losses against a defended keep where the naugrim habitude with such environment was priceless. The drakes needed to be put down fast and without losses, with all the skill the whole force was able to muster, this was no hobby hunt around their halls. The old one-eyed Noldo was the first to voice it aloud: “Now you won’t keep such a hunt only to yourselves, would you?!” And he charged with equal frenezy as the dwarfs, the heavy shield held high looking weightless in his skilled hands . Some dwarfs cheered and all in the group readied their weapons as the rain of fire, claws and chilling screams came pouring over them from the sky.
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