Khallet
Freedom!
Finally, after so many years trapped down in the dank dark, he was out.
Free.
The clannfears had made short work of the earth wall, tearing through it and howling madly. Behind them poured the rest of the daedra, scamps, hungers and scuttling, nameless horrors, born in the deepest pits of Oblivion, tearing through the weakened skeins of reality. On their own, these nameless things were relatively weak, but they were like rats, swarming and overwhelming their foes in a tide of biting teeth and ripping claws.
Khallet roared and pointed his sabre forwards, sending the mob of daedra forward, general of a mounstrous, bestial army.
Their excavations had been heard, and a few of the elves had tried to flee already. Guards had already scrambled to position, and half a dozen arrows screamed through the air towards the daedra. A few clannfears and hungers fell, but they carried on, scamps sending fireballs out at the guards in return.
The battle had begun.
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