Sunday, April 11, 2010

Dawn of the Darklords 44

You strike at the old man’s head, but he parries
your blow with his Warhammer. To your horror,
your Sword’s blade disintegrates as soon as it touches
the weapon’s silver haft. Cackling with glee, the old
man leaps into the attack, brandishing his
enchanted Warhammer above his head.

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