Banradi
Adept
The hobling sits alone, feverishly studying leaves under a microscope as the plants continue to encase his workshop. He absentmindedly kicks another vine as it encroaches upon his saferoom.
There is a large slam of the front door. A bloodied and dirtied dwarf stomps into the room before him, catching his breath and tightly clutching a spyglass in his hand.
As the duo sits together and prepares, they share a moment of silence knowing in their hearts that this casting is their final attempt. Will they persevere and put an end to this attack? Or will they fail… only to be forgotten like the shimmers of civilizations before them?
There is a large slam of the front door. A bloodied and dirtied dwarf stomps into the room before him, catching his breath and tightly clutching a spyglass in his hand.
As the duo sits together and prepares, they share a moment of silence knowing in their hearts that this casting is their final attempt. Will they persevere and put an end to this attack? Or will they fail… only to be forgotten like the shimmers of civilizations before them?