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Thorrin Ebonshield
The drumming resumes, and with it the song. Heavy boots move forward through puddles of blood and upon the dismembered limbs of she who had once stood in that place which is theirs by right. If Andrion’s voice is heard above the din of drum and chorus, they give no indication. Their weapons do not need to be cleaned for none of the creature’s blood nor any trace of her flesh has clung to them. As one they turn in time to the song of obstacles swept aside.
Thorrin nods and the warriors begin their ascent to the next level where the zombie, Grey, stands at the top of the staircase.
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