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The dwarf Dain Dunnaxe arrives at the outskirts of the town with his battle axe in hand. He looks around to see where he can help out.
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[i]You arrive to find most of the village outskirts have been overrun, and the survivors are fortifying main street. A river cuts around the town, and a few guards are guarding the two bridges. They don't seem very well equipped to defend from the hundreds of zombies headed their way. Currently, the bridges are giving way. Vessel is helping one, and Dally is helping to fortify main street.[/i]
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“And I didn’t even get to swing me axe once, or get to dm a dwarven battle wedge like me great grandpa taught me to!” With that the dwarf heads after the zombies, getting ready to swing his axe and see if he can take some out whilst they retreat.
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“Of corse, saves by a stinkin’ elf, and not just any elf, it’s ye! I had this situation under control with these durned besties.” He swings it back down again at the zombie in his right, stepping that direction to get away from the one on his left.
