Check out Midgard Ch. 17, written by Patrick Underhill:
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"Another loud crack from above preceded a troll-sized chunk of stone falling, blocking his view of Tarac. The only way he knew the little blue man lived was the red magic he flung at their attackers. The poor boy had to still be in the throes of resurrection sickness, and his only thoughts were to save his friends. Pride for the kobold swelled in Gruesome?s heart, and he shouldered the door up another inch or so. Some of his pain receded as Blade cast spells of healing from beyond the thick stone.
Tarac was blown into sight by a nasty fireball, and shook himself unsteadily to his feet. His giant skeleton was still pushing the odd ones and minotaurs back the way they?d come. Erliga stumbled toward Pellien and grabbed the shaman by the back of his chain shirt. She heaved and threw him bodily through the gap, Gruesome heard Blade curse as the kobold rolled into him."
"Another loud crack from above preceded a troll-sized chunk of stone falling, blocking his view of Tarac. The only way he knew the little blue man lived was the red magic he flung at their attackers. The poor boy had to still be in the throes of resurrection sickness, and his only thoughts were to save his friends. Pride for the kobold swelled in Gruesome?s heart, and he shouldered the door up another inch or so. Some of his pain receded as Blade cast spells of healing from beyond the thick stone.
Tarac was blown into sight by a nasty fireball, and shook himself unsteadily to his feet. His giant skeleton was still pushing the odd ones and minotaurs back the way they?d come. Erliga stumbled toward Pellien and grabbed the shaman by the back of his chain shirt. She heaved and threw him bodily through the gap, Gruesome heard Blade curse as the kobold rolled into him."
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