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Fifteen days. That is how long I had been stuck in this wretched blood red desert. My bag was now full of the belongings of dead Hellfire Orcs. My efforts took me all around the landscape. From the Fortress of Zeth’Gor to the Ruins of Sha’naar. I met many interesting people, and defeated countless enemies. I even purchased a white Gryphon of my own. I was confident that now is the time to take on The Ramparts.
I returned to Honor Hold and entered the stronghold. Sitting at the back of a large, empty room I finally met Danath Trollbane. I then proudly showed him proof of my efforts, but to my surprise he wasn’t all that impressed. “Good, small one. There is a small group of heros assembled at the eastern entrance to the Ramparts. Go with them. Bring back the head of their so-called leader, Vazruden the Herald!”
Fighting through a few more groups of Orcs, I finally made it to the entrance where a small group was waiting. We introduced ourselves and entered the fortress. At first, it was more of the same. These Orcs were tougher, but we defeated them with ease. Eventually, we made it to a large, open area where dozens of Orcs were camped out.
Suddenly all the Orcs stood up straight, just as the soldiers at Honor Hold did. This could only mean one thing. A decorated Orc Watchkeeper strutted through the area, along with two body guards. He began speaking something in Orcish, then happened to glance up. With a loud grunt he charged towards us. I focused my attacks on him as my comrades took down his guards. With his eyes still burning red, the Orcish Watchkeeper fell to the ground, defeated.
Bring back the head of their so-called leader, Vazruden the Herald!
We then made it to an opening. Hellfire Orcs descended on us, riding upon their Dragonkin. After defeating them, we then were at a crossroads leading to two distinct platforms. On one stood a demonlike creature, while a an aromored Dragon flew around the second. We decided to take on the demon first.
Without so much as a pause we charge toward the creature as it scoffed and mocked us. I landed my sword into a strange, mouthlike orifice in the creatures stomach. It let out a roar, then jumped back with it’s wings raised up. Some kind of green liquid sprayed from it’s stomach as it shot at us with a dark purple magic. I suddenly felt my feet lift off the ground as he flung me through the air. I landed with a thud, and picked my self up just in time to block it’s heavy fist.
This was my chance. With all my strength a swung at the creatures arm, cutting it off completely. This demon was more than we bargained for. We cleaned our weapons and continued on to the circling dragon. After defeating two more Orcs, we walked towards the Dragon now sitting in the center. Riding atop this armored beast was a heavily armored Orc. This must be Vazruden.
He jumped off his steed and rushed toward us, as his dragon took flight. After a relatively short fight, Vazruden was defeated. I turned to congratulate my group when I was knocked forward. We were suddenly surrounded by an inferno as his dragon landed on the platform. This fight was far from over. Picking myself up, I lured the dragon to the back of the platform so that my group might be protected from the fire. The heat was overbearing. I cowered behind my shield as arcane missiles and arrows were shot into the creatures back. It seemed like an eternity, but the flames died down, and with them fell the great Dragon. I picked up my stuff and rode out of The Ramparts, ready to move on.
