[Dwarin Thunderhammer]

Dwarin was extremely tired; he hadn't slept in three days straight. Dwarin had been the first to setup his tent and fall asleep. Unfortunately the sleep didn't last. Suddenly outside he heard A growl and a roar. Dwarin quickly grabbed his ax and stumbled outside. On his way he saw a girl stumble out of her tent. In the light of the fire he saw a huge warg, and plenty of eyes in the woods glimmering. Suddenly the wolf sprang at Baranthol. The Dwarf cried in rage as the girl fell to the ground. In a split second the rest of the pack was upon them. The dwarf leapt over the fire and grabbed one of the flaming pieces of wood from the fire. Distracted from his fallen prey the great warg fixed his eyes on the dark figure flying through the fire. In a moment Dwarin was between Haleth and the warg. Time and time again the warg struck and every time the dwarf managed to ward off the blow or at least dodge it. Dwarin had fought many wargs in his travels and he slew many in the battle of five armies, but this was one of the largest he had ever seen. Slowly weariness began to overcome him. His heart was on fire more than ever but his body was unwilling, slowly the dwarf gave ground. The other riders were hard pressed themselves. Dwarin felt like he was in a drunken stupor, he valiantly waved his torch in the face of the wolf but it was to no avail. The wolf bit at him, he warded the bite off with his brand but he couldn't avoid the next blow. The wolf struck at Dwarin with sending him flying, Dwarin let out one last cry of "Aiii!!" His limp body a tree and all went black.

[ February 05, 2002: Message edited by: Dwarin Thunderhammer ]