The Fall of Daralon (part III)
“Lithana, no!” Morlith cried. The female warrior looked back at him, her red cloak fluttering in the wind. “If die I must, then die I will… but none shall ever call me coward. Live with your guilt wizard.” She motioned to the twelve mercenaries behind her: there were six warriors, two wizards, a... Sign in to see full entry.