"Warhammer: Tor Helethion -The Landing" Topic

"The horse was a streak of white across the sprung green turf, the swiftest of gallops, leaping rocks and streams at a single sure bound, urged on by its white cloaked rider. Fleet of foot, the steed knew well its route back home, making at speed for the fortress of Tor Helethion. The rider urged it on with words spoken in the soft elvish tongue. Swiftly climbing the rock strewn slopes of the southern hill, the great gates of the fortress, pillared either side by tall, grey and ageing stone statues of ancient princes, already stood open. The rider reined in his mount in a clatter of hooves upon the forecourt flagstone, and leap from his saddle before his steed had halted. Silver-helmed sentries posted on the high walls and towers looked down inquiringly from above. A urgent rider seldom brought good news. With long strides, the reaver sprang up the steps and into the vaulted hall within…"

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