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Events of the 9th of Slate, 1091
The battle erupted in flame and bloodshed. The warriors of Nist Akath surged forth to counter the flood of creatures from the underworld.
But they weren't an army. The smoke was too thick, and the air too full of screams. There was no order, and without order there could be no army. Each dwarf was his own commander, interested only in striking that which burned from within, and nothing else.
Few lifted their heads from the battle as a familiar face soared overhead on a trail of flame.

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