Bruenor Battlehammer spat into the snow, his axe notched from a dozen skirmishes with the local goblin tribes. "Let it whisper. I’ve a mind to give it a dwarven shout it won't forget."
The Companions of the Hall backed into a defensive circle, steel clashing against shadow. In the frozen heart of the North, the alliance was the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing the world whole. Dungeons and Dragons Dark Alliance
"The Shard is whispering again," Drizzt Do’Urden murmured, his lavender eyes scanning the jagged horizon. His twin scimitars, Icingdeath and Twinkle, were already drawn, humming with a restless energy. "Kessel’s madness hasn't died with him. It’s rooted in the mountain itself." Bruenor Battlehammer spat into the snow, his axe
"Scatter!" Drizzt commanded, a blur of grey and black against the white. In the frozen heart of the North, the