Bruenor Battlehammer spat into the snow, his axe notched from a dozen skirmishes with the local goblin tribes. "Let it whisper. I’ve a mind to give it a dwarven shout it won't forget."
The Companions of the Hall backed into a defensive circle, steel clashing against shadow. In the frozen heart of the North, the alliance was the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing the world whole. Dungeons and Dragons Dark Alliance
The icy winds of Icewind Dale didn’t just bite; they howled with a predatory hunger. Catti-brie adjusted the string of her magical bow, Taulmaril, her fingers numb despite her furs. Beside her, the behemoth Wulfgar gripped Aegis-fang, the warhammer’s runic glow the only warmth in the encroaching gloom. Bruenor Battlehammer spat into the snow, his axe
"They’re not here for the pass," Catti-brie shouted over the gale. "They’re here for us!" In the frozen heart of the North, the