Azmaroth the Unbidden,
alone and ever wary,
drifting through the shadows
of the Halls of Erith,
came at last to the still form
of slain Pelligrana,
high valkyrie of Urdan,
and settled to wait the passing hours
as the mage’s charm commenced
to recall his errant avenger.
The tortured remains of Erith’s clan,
chained in half-life contemplation
to the walls and
held in dreadful awe,
observed the scene impassive
while dark Azmaroth in silence
gazed upon her quarry,
tainted, now fallen, warrior
of Urdan’s elite
defenders of the Gate.
And when the hand of Pelligrana,
in answer to its master’s call,
the spell of mighty Urdan,
stirred as life returned obedient,
reaching for lambent valkyrie sword,
Azmaroth rose unhurriedly,
stooped to gather the weapon
and dragged Pelligrana to her feet.
Thus they left the echoing hall,
the patient bounty hunter and her prey.
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