“Dwarfs, the mere stentch of their brewing and baking made mUst sick, he knew he was near a worthy opponent, dwarfs known for the great combat style they use, with mighty trollslayers to bring the mummys down, mUst was worried.

mUst not wanting to lose the element of surprice sneaked silently till he was in sight of the city, and what a city, mighty sculptures of stone and hard buildings of solid granite, mUst was at a loss, how can things this little build so grand. mUst and minons prepared and walked into the city, completely surpriced the dwarfs scattered all over the khemris walking around slaying here and there, mUst was thinking sure win, but the dwarfs were not fleeing, they were just running to the point where the dwarfs make their stand.

mUst walked slowly through the city seeing well made weapons and armor alike lying all over, mUst began to feel he was missing something, and suddenly the dwarfs came forward again this time prepared and not running. They fought a brave fight and managed to injure some of the minions. In the end, the result was enevateble the dwarfs feel and the halls were secured, the dwarfs scattered out into the mines and underground to hide and prepare another blow to the invaders, little knowing that mUst and minions would be long gone by then.

mUst wandered upwards feeling the breeze of fresh air once more, but something was not quite right, mUst knew he wasn't where he wanted, but where was he?.

As always

-mUst”