“Your Decree disallows final-deaths of your opponents,” Shaxx continued. She pretended she didn’t notice, and kept a hand near her cannon. I’ll wager you said the same thing to Citan. Let us show you how powerful your Light can become.” “The Iron Decree was drafted to protect the Ghostless,” Felwinter replied. Something the Iron Lords should ponder more often about those they protect.” “That’s something you care about?” Felwinter took a step forward. “I do what works with the tools I have,” Shaxx said, standing to inspect his weatherproofing. “I’ll dissolve it when the storm is through,” he said, liberally squeezing the paste with both hands from a gel tube. “Won’t that hold a little too well?” Felwinter asked, as he strode up with the Iron Lords. He was cautiously applying a fast-drying liquid polymer as a draft stopper underneath a set of ancient plasteel doors. The Iron Lords found Shaxx as they turned a corner, and the hallway opened up into the massive entrance of the keep. And they were clothed for the oncoming inclement weather. They looked tired, but they weren’t starving. As they stepped into the exposed hallway, the Iron Lords passed a few of Shaxx’s people, who hurried away from them.

The sky was completely white and there was a stark chill to the air as the trio entered the castle from a gaping fissure in the ruined south wall. We came under him to end the infighting.”įelwinter stood. “Have you seen Radegast lately? He’s tired of the wars. But Radegast wouldn’t,” Efrideet repeated. “They stay with him willingly,” Felwinter replied. There’s almost a hundred people in that castle.” Entire Lord fireteams.”Įfrideet’s eyes narrowed under her helm. Radegast wants to launch a frontal assault. “Unless either of you has a better idea? We’re running out of time.”

And I believe I can,” Felwinter replied, his eyes burning inside his sleek, Exo skull.Įfrideet tapped the table with her fingers, and Saladin stared into the polished surface. Iron Lords or Warlords,” Efrideet continued. “Your plan is Ill-advised,” Saladin said. “This is your plan?” Efrideet said, with some skepticism. The front door…” He picked up the paper and scrutinized it again. “He advises us to enter from the south wall, which has been destroyed.

“Warlord Shaxx accepts my challenge,” Felwinter said, summarizing its contents. A fire crackled in the corner out of the lips of a stone-lined hearth.Ī hand-written letter in messy scrawl rested atop the table. Iron Lords Efrideet, Saladin, and Felwinter sat in a Warlock meditation chamber, around a massive oak table, in a keep on Felwinter Peak.

You used to scrawl in your fel tome