"At last!" I exclaim, dropping down and letting my battleaxe fall back onto the cold, chiseled ground, a small cloud of dust fleeing, disturbed. Lying flat on my back, I stare up at a vast cave ceiling, no light found amongst the jagged rocks except for the torches that hang from the cavern's walls. Ahead of me lies the freshly decapitated body of an orcish warrior: Malmak the Gutted. Gutted is right! Ha! Beside his body are my comrades: a magnificent sorcerous with a mastery
