Arrival at Grim Batol
The Fallen had rested for a whole day, and then they traveled on, passed the Dragonmaw gates into the Valley. The path wass long, but the Fallen marched on, a clear goal ahead of them "Grim Batol".
After a day of walking they had finally arrived at the old Dwarven fortress, it was a place of war, a place that reeks of Death. A Fortress made by dwarven hands that was now abandoned... or was it?
Ballsin'ass: Finally, Grim Batol. Soon we will start making our fortress, and we shall create an army so great it will destroy this world in the blink of an eye.
Raven Shadowscar: And that moment will be glorious, My master!
The Fallen had rested for a whole day, and then they traveled on, passed the Dragonmaw gates into the Valley. The path wass long, but the Fallen marched on, a clear goal ahead of them "Grim Batol".
After a day of walking they had finally arrived at the old Dwarven fortress, it was a place of war, a place that reeks of Death. A Fortress made by dwarven hands that was now abandoned... or was it?
Ballsin'ass: Finally, Grim Batol. Soon we will start making our fortress, and we shall create an army so great it will destroy this world in the blink of an eye.
Raven Shadowscar: And that moment will be glorious, My master!