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to 220 points of troops, including up to one
Hero and up to one Champion |
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1 Bone Giant
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Alfred’s eyes were caked with a thick, muddy
grime. The thick fabric wound around his face couldn’t
keep the fine particles of sand and grit out of his
mouth. Most of the time, he couldn’t see five feet
in front of him, except for those rare moments when
the wind wasn’t trying to tear the skin from his
bones. The sun was almost completely blotted out –
everything was tinted a dark sienna.
Somehow, through the darkness and the scouring sands,
their Arabian guide saw their salvation. He shrieked
at the top of his lungs, tugged at the sleeve of the
commander, and pointed into the shifting curtain of
sand. There was a lull in the storm, and Alfred saw
what had caused such a commotion – before the company
rose a massive black gate, more like a great maw of
some beast. It would have to do. The company quickened
its pace towards the inviting trap…
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