By Alathor Champion of The Light
Left my hammer swings, and then again to the right
Like a pendulum eternally swinging, my hammer crushes their skulls
I forge forward into the dark abyss, the metallic smell of blood consuming me
The time is growing near.
It is as if I am swimming through a sea of putrid flesh,
As the Goblins have terrible bathing habits.
The scent is enough to make the most stone faced Dwarf –
Cry to his mother…..
Left, right, my arms grow tired; but they continue
Continuing on, I see the light.
I approach nearer
And it consumes me.