thesloth September 9, 2022 Arton of Gram Arton was laying a log in between two stones, hoping to form a barricaded position for the coming fight when the howling started. It should not have bothered him, but it did. He shook his head to clear the feelings, but to no avail. Instead, his gaze fell upon his pitiful attempt at a barricade. How many of his ancestors had died so long ago, behind similar makeshift barricades when the forces of the witch-king came? He forced himself back to his task, but with less confidence now.
thesloth September 9, 2022 Arton of Gram Arton was laying a log in between two stones, hoping to form a barricaded position for the coming fight when the howling started. It should not have bothered him, but it did. He shook his head to clear the feelings, but to no avail. Instead, his faze fell upon his pitiful attempt at a barricade. How many of his ancestors had died so long ago, behind similar makeshift barricades when the forces of the witch-king came? He forced himself back to his task, but with less confidence now.
thesloth September 9, 2022 Arton of Gram Arton was laying a log in between to stones, hoping to form a barricaded position for the coming fight when the howling started. It should not have bothered him, but it did. He shook his head to clear the feelings, but to no avail. Instead, his faze fell upon his pitiful attempt at a barricade. How many of his ancestors had died so long ago, behind similar makeshift barricades when the forces of the witch-king came? He forced himself back to his task, but with less confidence now.
