Holding the Line
“A large fire pit burned in the centre, giving the only light within. Along one side of the wall, stood several dark shapes, the flickering light enough to see the dark thick hair covering their tall muscular bodies. These were Orlacs, kept close under the control of the leader, there for his protection, should he ever need it. Having caused the destruction of Hamalin, Fenlor had not only had to sacrifice his twelve most powerful priests, but also most of his own life force. He had been warned that attempting such powerful blood magic was fraught with such dangers. He had assumed a few days after the spell he would have recovered. Although his body was now healed of the scars, the magical force that flowed in his veins was now greatly diminished. The news of his nation's first defeat, since the start of his bold plan on domination, had come as a severe blow. What made it worse was this blow, had been dealt by something other than normal men. He was still uncertain of all the facts surr...ounding the loss.MoreLess
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