The sleeping wyrm..

Many a victory cry roared from dwarven voices, drunk with delight of the battle won! Many a troll had fallen, the few remaining fleeing in the darkest corners only to become a distant memory untill one day the dwarves shall have a chance to fully clear the icy halls.

The elves felt the dwarven vibe and smiled from behind their visors at eachother, perhaps more in relief then delight, a few laughs to be heard from their ranks.

Though it was not to last, as a final challenge approached! A great wyrm, roaring in anger as it was awoken from it's sleep, pawed it's way towards the combined remnant of the armies. With fierce cries of challenge the dwarves once more walled their shields up, releasing many a thick arrow, bouncing from the beast it's hide.The elves wasted no time either, falling behind the shieldwall, peppering what javelins they had left!

Then the impact came.. dwarves were throw in all directions as the beast spewed horrid flames around, forcing many of the stocky fighters to roll around in the hope to douse the fire! The elves jumped forth and fought with a calm persistance, hoping to find a weak spot in it's armored hide..