'The fire was growing dimmer, the flames turning into embers. Thraq hefted up his battle-axe, the surface catching the light of the dying fire and then the shadows started to move. "Get up!" He roared. His voice sounded hollow and broken, filled with terror as the shadows converged on the camp...'

'Thraq hefted up his battle-axe, the surface catching the light of the dying fire and then the shadows started to move. "Get up!" He roared. His voice sounded hollow and broken, filled with terror as the shadows converged on the camp...'