Hal-Orcs

Tabummas

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Story

A piercing scream rattled the night, coursing through the winds of the Northern Bree Fields. Of course, being the man he was, Mortermon followed it. He had made a vow afterall.

I will fall for this town,

I will fall for its citizens,

I will fall for my love,

And I will fall

      so that these walls never do.

He kept this solemn vow in mind as he rode Friga, his faithful bay mare, to investigate the blood-curdling scream.

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