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Halgrim Ironfist. Dwarven Cleric.
Halgrim ironfists, mace, smashed down upon *the unhalloweds skull, sending shards of bone, and fermented brain splattering in all directions. The town of farngold, had been under siege, from the undead hordes, for the past two days, and was barely holding out. If help did not arrive soon all would be lost. His arms ached from the weight of his weapon, and rune encrusted shield, and yet there was no rest to be had, as the unhallowed, were a relentless foe, that had no fear, and did not grow tired.
Stood atop the pallasade wall, Halgrim surveyed the enemy before him, a huge horde, of animated undead bodies, of various races, bound into an unholy servitude of an evil sorcerer lord. It was an abomination, against the gods.
A horn sounded out from the keeps main watchtower. The humans had answered the call for aid, and their armies banners, had been sighted on the horizon. *Perhaps, there was a chance of salvation after all.