Wounded and weakened, Grak Bonesplitter, now less one of his arms, withdrew with the remnants of the Stormfang hordes out of the underworld home of Myshrankathnyl and Ag-Myrak out into the cool night air of the Thundershard mountains.
A grin broke on Grak's face as he looked down in the grassy valleys below. Thin plumes of white smoke rose from the chimneys of a small village surrounded by open fields where sheep were grazing.
The shepherd village proved no match for the Stormfang hordes, hungry for a victory.
Drow (evil elves): 28