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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Northman" data-source="post: 1491777" data-attributes="member: 14062">He hadn’t seen anything but there was a noise that didn’t sound right. He strained to hear it and realized that he had been hearing it for some time now, but it had just gotten loud enough for him to distinguish it. It was low rumbling sound. Like water from a waterfall landing on the rocks below. Or maybe it was more like a distant avalanche. Devlin’s father had taken him up into the Alberann Mountains before he died. They found a giant’s bones on the trip, which had thrilled the young warrior. But it was the avalanche he heard off in the distance that had impressed him the most. His father said an entire mountainside of snow must have come loose. It was said an avalanche could swallow up an entire village. The though was sobering.The Alberann Mountains were fifty miles away so that there was no chance he was hearing something that originated there. Then what was that sound? It vaguely reminded him of horses walking slowly, but it would have to be hundreds of them. What was that?It sounded like something snapping. A tree branch? But it was much too far away to make that loud of a sound. A tree trunk then? What could snap a tree trunk?Delvin heard the sound of boots on the wood planks of the walkway running toward him. The shadow of a dwarf entered Devlin’s natural darkvision and he could suddenly see him as clearly as if it was noon. The dwarf turned out to be Foris, his friend and another watchman.“Anderven says to get ready something is coming!”“What is it? I can’t quite make it out.”Foris was already running by him to alert the next watchman.“He doesn’t know, but says it might be a dragon!”The very word made him draw his war axe and grip it with white knuckles. Dragons were ancient enemies of dwarves and no quarter would be given to either side in conflict. In all his fifty years Delvin had neither fought nor seen a dragon of any size. It was said they were born about the size of a young dwarf and grew to be five wagons long from snout to tip of tail.His heart began to quicken it’s beat. A smile crept back up onto his lips, but this was a smile of malice. He had always wanted a dragon tooth necklace. Devlin searched the snow covered ground as far as he could see. He was facing north and if he was right the noise was coming from the east. He may never get to see the dragon over here unless he left his post, and a dwarf never leaves his post.But if it came to a real fight and it was a large dragon, they would call him over. Yes, he would get to swing his axe. He would have a chance to make a name for himself.The thought of fighting a real dragon pumped adrenaline through his veins and he wished it would appear quickly. The sound had become loud enough to hear without straining and there were definite snapping pops that had to be trees. It must be a large dragon indeed.And then a question entered his mind. If it was a dragon, why would it be running? Dragons can fly.The smile melted off his lips and furrowed lines etched themselves across his brow. A sinking feeling began to churn in his gut.That’s when he spotted the first of them running through the dotted pine trees. They were huge and carried axes and spears. The starlight showed him enough to know that he would not live through the night.There would be no more smiling. The frost giants were coming.</blockquote>

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