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The dwarf charged straight for the dragon, swinging his axe under his stomach, and stabbing his broadsword into the belly of the beast. The dwarven forces rallied, and the dragon was driven back. The young dwarf with help, jumped onto the dragon, fired an arrow straight into the head of the beast, and stabbed it in the skull, the dwarves had the victory.

but there was no celebration, no food that night, for over 60% of their forces were dead, both the dwarf kings among them. The young dwarf stood on the dragons corpse, and all dwarves knew then, that is one they would follow, that is one, that they could call king.

That dwarfs name, was Glosur.