" DEAD THINGS ! DEAD THINGS BELOW ! " heard Torstein as he got woken up by shouting and the sounds of battle already high around him. Having slept dressed, the burly man only donned his chainmail and grabbed his axe before venturing outside his tent.
The moon was a white lantern in the sky, allowing the barbarian to see the faces of those attacking clearly: The very same undead creatures that he fought years ago when he held the wall. The fighting was thick everywhere and many people had already been felled by the surprise attack, dwarves and humans alike. The sharp winds had not let out at all either, still blowing full force, ripping one of the tents off its pegs and sending it hurtling down, over the edge of the plateau. It was a marvel some of the fires still burned. Some of the men
