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GHOLSBANE LOOK AT THIS!!Part 3

Posted By: Edgar Birben (mstr195175-23064.dial-in.ttnet.net.tr)
Date: 1/27/2003 at 8:46 a.m.

The last battle, Chapter 3:
"To the shields!To the shields!" grunted Heltor as he rushed back to the ranks of the light.

"Quick! Duck behind me lad! We have no shields left!" shouted Golen,waving his hand to the young berserk.

Heltor, desperately,trying to protect himself from Hollow Men's merciless javelins by his bare arms, threw himself to the chieftain,proning behind his gigantic shadow.

First wave of soulesses' javelins fell to the ground like lightning, stabbing the ground, giving a quick death to the unlucky soldiers. Everytime Heltor heard the vague whistles of the javelins, waves of screams followed it.

After a series of hits,in the heat of the battle, somebody tapped to Heltor's shoulder. Heltor suddenşy turned and realized it was Gawain,the warrior captain.
"You must deliver this message to the main camp."he said quickly."We cannot hold on... They must take precautions to defend their right flank."

"We must stand or we will die, there is no other option." Heltor retorted with an anxious voice. The captian seemed unaffected.

"Nevertheless, you must go and deliver this message. They must act."

Heltor said no word. Nodding his head, he took the small and dusty piece of parchemain, stood up and started to walk back,to south west. As he stepped forward, he saw his brethren charge to the already charging thrall, collapsing under waves of corpses and their unforgiving axes, slowly, painfully...

Suddenly his eye caught tiny things at the sand covered valley in front of him and stopped. They were getting nearer.

"Wolves? Are they wolves?" asked Heltor to himself as he realized they were four footed. No, they were not wolves. They were not moving like a wolf. What were they?
Heltor blinked and gasped, his mouth open in horror, GHOLS!... They were the scavengers, knuckle walkers, The GHOLS! İn hundreds!...

Heltor whistled, calling dwarven demolitionists. The remaining dwarves all shouted together, with the eagerness given by their grudge with the ghols, they came to support Heltor right away!

With curses and the name of the dark gods, the ghol army charged in to the back ranks of the light with beastial frenzy, aiming to cleave the ranks of light in two.

Heltor and the dwarves made a heroic stand; group by group, the ghols attacked them, only to be blown to pieces. Heltor, his body washed with ghol blood, decapitated the remaining ghols with big swings and blows.

But the ghol horde was endless; the dwarves blew their attacking groups, only to meet with more groups with larger numbers. Dwarves were taken out one by one dropping their tired and cleaved or pierced bodies to the dusty ground.

Heltor, clutching his claymore with his bloody hands, looked for somewhere to back off. İt was needless, he was completely surrounded by them. " Yes..." he thought, it was the time. İt was the time to face it. He slowly closed his eyes, his sword the pointed to the ground.

Somehow all of screams, jangles and the heat disappeared. There was nothing but the sound of a stern wind, caressing his hair, making him comfortable; he was lost in a strange dream... A dream that no one could feel it more clearly and obvious... A dream of river like flooding emotions... Was he dead?

His dream was suddenly interrupted by a sound of a strong blow, even creating a strong wind. When he opened his eyes, the ghols were flying in the sky. A humanoid tree was standing in front of him, his beard of green leaves...

" İron Wood and his 100 warriors have arrived for help!..."

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