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. Tanin and Sturm did look quite magnificent
in their bright steel armor of elven make and design - a gift
from Porthios and Alhana of the United Elven Kingdoms.
Their breastplates glittered in the morning sun, their helms
gleamed brightly. Climbing out of the boat, they sank to
their shins in the sand and, within minutes, were both
firmly mired.
Dougan, dressed in his suit of red velvet, demanded that
the gnomes take him clear into shore so he would not ruin
his clothes. The dwarf had added to his costume a wide-
brimmed hat decorated with a white plume that fluttered in
the ocean breeze, and he was truly a wonderful sight,
standing proudly in the prow of the boat with his axe at his
side, glaring sternly at the warriors drawn up in battle
formation on the beach. The gnomes obeyed his injunction
to the letter, running the boat aground on the beach with
such force that Dougan tumbled out head first, narrowly
missing slicing himself in two with his great battle-ax.
Palin had often imagined his first battle - fighting at the
side of his brothers, combining steel and magic. He had
spent the journey into shore committing the few spells he
knew to memory. As he drew toward shore, his pulse raced
with what he told himself was excitement, not fear
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