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The Ritual

Chapter four


Through the rain, mist and trees an unusual green light flickered and flashed off in the distance. The Grots were up to no good, whatever they were doing it needed to be stopped. King Beldak Ironhouse turned to his war band;

"The Grots are somewhere ahead, and they need to be shown the sharp side of our axes!"


The next battle saw our brave Duardin war band heading into a forest clearing to stop the Grots from completing a dark ritual. Beldak and his Duardin battled through the spider mounted Grots and brought down Shagduf Blacktongue before he could complete his ritual.


As the storm raged through the forest around the Tower of the Eternal Wood, Arthyr could feel something sinister and dark creeping at the each of his senses. He knew Beldak and his Duardin had engaged with the Grots again, but there was something else happening... Another ritual on the other side of the forest... A summoning? Nimue approached him and confirmed his fears;

"Arthyr, the Greenskins are trying to summon an ancient power to assist them in pillaging the Tower. We must stop them."

The next battle for the Wanderers had them also trying to stop a ritual from being completed. Through the rain the Wanderers surged from the forest the wipe out the Grots and their Troggoth allies. Unfortunately a handful of Aelves were smashed aside by the brutish Troggoths before Arthyr could get there. Arthyr and his rangers fought valiantly but were overwhelmed by the combined might of Troggoths, Oruks and Grots. Luckily, Lythal managed to bring down Lugrat before he completed the ritual then the remaining Wanderers grabbed the wounded and retreated back into the forest.

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