I had heard of him in the border towns are well known heroes and their antagonists as well. It was said that bowed and wiped the rest of the chiefs who ruled Dazun. Othor, our hero, Captain of the Legions of the Eagle, Lord West fist protector and had gone through our home to almost two months, marched to war, the 7 cities border had been subjected, were possible beyond aid that the city could give Bitter Bridge ... We ... we stayed for weeks expectant riders to return since you became our hero to face Ga'hal Korr ... But not return any. We had always lived in relative tranquility, the lords of the seven we submit to his yoke, we owed the tithe ... life owed them, but now they were gone 7 and apparently nothing stood between the island of orcs, Dazun, and us. The women and children left the early days of learning that had fallen Sauros Bastion. And in Old Mill were the men who had enough guts to continue farming and protecting what is ours ...

I woke up with a dry throat, the beads of sweat running down my forehead, the smoke covered the entire home, men were shouting, they were not battle cries were moans and screams of pain, just some sword clashed outside. Who elses warned not arrival ... Firelight smoke swords crossed the red light between the wall planks made ... took my flail and wore a helmet, the shield did not find anything ... I opened the door I knew all was lost ... the corpses piled beings I had ever seen, were probably dark orcs ... Great, grotesque, wild-looking corpses treated without any honor, apiñándolos as wood stumps to be burned or inspected, looted, killed and issue almost tore growl ... I looked with intent to escape, I scanned with panic and despair in order to find the way out and turning I saw frightened neck was Ga'hal Korr, was unmistakable, half a foot more than the higher beings. His sinewy muscles showed it unprotected, his muscles moving like a perfect machine, sent a finger at two of these creatures to the inn of Sweet Apple when I Calvó his eyes ... I looked with great contempt, in the same way I look when I see a dead rat being eaten by worms, he did nothing more, fire throbbed at his left and behind him stood a column of black smoke ... the moon shone behind me splashes of blood, his eyes fulgía , bloodshot eyes seemed bewitch my life trying to eradicate a single blink ...

A fast in my rear noise warned me of something ... I turned my body preventing me as I could and hit like I had never felt reached the mouth, I fell flat on the ground, blood iron flavor gave the time and while I covered the note on the floor mouth as my jaw was moving in fits and starts, was totally broken, free moving teeth playing with my tongue, I could not breathe, looking down I saw part of my cheek and nose and stained with blood, I fainted, I could not finish it all so ... I could hardly speak ... not let me ask for mercy, the ground was cold, the world is blurred away by leaps and bounds, and darkness covered everything ...
by B.Puig