And they saw that they were strong, and together they danced and sang and shook their blades at the smoke-hidden stars overhead. tonight they stood together, hated enemies shoulder-to-shoulder, shouting together as brothers.
For so long they had fought each other, tribe against tribe, race against race, engaged in the endless test of battle, feud, and betrayal. There thousands of warriors had gathered - hobgoblins in armor dyed scarlet, thick-thewed bugbear berserkers, goblin worg riders and skirmishers and archers, and the scaled ones as well, who often towered over the rest.
Throughout the heart of the wild badlands the humans called the Wyrmbones, great bonfires had been kindled atop the ridges overlooking Cannath Vale.
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