"I'll do what I do best, and let you handle the magic as always," Garreth replied, "Just don't let me get turned in a toad..."  It was an old joke, the dwarf's way of showing his trust of her abilities.<br/><br/>But then the first wave was upon them and there was no time for jokes.  Garreth lifted his war-axe and pushed back a pair of orcs as they scrambled over the edge of the boat.  "Watch yourself prince," he shouted.<br/><br/>But Tristan had already raised his shield to defect the blow and even as the hammer glanced across the surface he ducked to swing at the beast's leg, rewarded with a howl and a spray of dark blood.<br/><br/>Gore was not hard to spot, standing boldly atop the wall above the gates.  His massive form was huge, and covered in armor that rivaled the well-crated plate of any of the attackers, clearly hammered to fit his great form.  He lifted his hands and bellowed out in the twisted language of the Moon drawing a sudden swirl of dark clouds to block out the Sun's light.