World Of The Fallen Dragon

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When Thobius Moth found himself on the walls of the walled city in the light of a magical flash, with his right hand firmly on the shoulder of Ser Richard Hoss, and in his left clutching the still warm wrist of the dead Zulan, the world shuddered from a truly powerful thunderclap, merged with a volley of artillery.

The black clouds covering the sky turned the day into night, the belated thunderstorm broke out in earnest, as if trying to take revenge on all the forces that held it back, showing hitherto unprecedented fury. The heavens rumbled and roared like the stomachs of starving mountain giants, sky-high waterfalls poured onto the ground like a solid wall, and only flashes of dazzling lightning made it possible for the shortest moments to very clearly see the picture of the battle unfolding under the walls.

Two armies fought there, but if you look closely, you could see that there were still three armies. Below fought the barbarians of the Savage Land, one-eyed man-eaters and chari