Snippet #915315

The man in the tent with him took no particular interest in the dwarf being here. He threw his head in dismissal. Perhaps he was the Commander, and not she. But he nodded. "A'right...I await a moment ta speak with ya!" The scarlet haired dwarf said, turning and walking out of the tent. His head turned, to watch them as he left....

Suddenly, the man in the tent let his anger explode, as he pulled out a black skull, and conjured a mass of undead, zombies, and even more fearsome, the wraiths. The dwarven man pulled his axe and shield from his back looking around, unsure of what to think of this! The man proclaimed the woman a traitor.... Was this true?! This officer was apperently a traitor?! This put a dampen on things for him conciderably!

"Tha' hell is goin' on 'ere?!" Th dwarf yelled, backing away from the tent, his arms ready for battle with the undead. Their smell was putrid, and their wounds only added to their gruesome looks. But Dukald's stubborn courage held him here. He looked from side to side. The undead didn't seem on attack him, thankfully, the dumb undead shambling in the woman's direction.... But he was more worried about the Wraiths! They were of no physical manifestation, and their ectoplasm bodies and weapons could phase right though other objects, while still giving fell slashes of their own....

Grimhide and the other soldiers outside looked on in awe as the event took place.... They were unsure what to do!