JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
”Dragon,” Grimnir mutters in disbelief. ”An army, and a dragon. This place is doomed.”
The gold dwarf shakes his head, ridding his head from the fatalistic thoughts that keep him from acting. He is a priest of Umberlee, by the gods, and has She not shown him more apparently hopeless dangers where he was sure to die? Yet here he is, a familiar storm above him, the elements lashing out around him, and if not for the lack of sea Grimnir would feel almost at home!
”To the fort!” he shouts, finding his voice and his run towards what to his dwarven eyes must be the only defensive place in town, urging the villagers to take refuge there.
The gold dwarf shakes his head, ridding his head from the fatalistic thoughts that keep him from acting. He is a priest of Umberlee, by the gods, and has She not shown him more apparently hopeless dangers where he was sure to die? Yet here he is, a familiar storm above him, the elements lashing out around him, and if not for the lack of sea Grimnir would feel almost at home!
”To the fort!” he shouts, finding his voice and his run towards what to his dwarven eyes must be the only defensive place in town, urging the villagers to take refuge there.