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Here's the story behind my Dwarf army. C&C welcome as ever
The winds swept hard on the edge of the mountains, winter had set and even through his thick armour he could feel the cold wind chill his bones. “We should find shelter, can't have you youngsters freeze to death now can we?” Thorak said to his companions. The four Dwarfs continued bickering at each other about who has the best axe, and who took out more Goblins then the others. It was almost night when they stumbled upon an isolated cave,the entrance largely hidden by fallen rocks and snow. “ Lets see if that cave can give us some shelter, I don't know about you but the idea of spending the night outside doesn't really appeal to me.” Thorak said.
“I agree Thorak, though I must warn you, my beard tingles, and that means trouble lies ahead. I think we are not the only ones seeking shelter there.” Muzir, Thoraks' closest companion replied. Thorak laughed so loud only a Dwarf can,the mountain itself seemed to tremble. “You and your beard sound scared to me, if there is anything inside that doesn't feel like sharing the cave, we'll just deal with them like we did with that mob of Goblins!” laughing in unison, the four Dwarfs ventured inside the cave.
The cave was pitch black, it seemed darker then the night itself and the uneasy feeling that Muzir had now was secretly shared by the whole group, though none dared to actually say so, for they were Dwarfs fearless and stubborn without question, a little darkness shouldn't discomfort them. “Muzir, unless I'm blind and the rest of you can see, it seems a little light wouldn't hurt and you had a torch with you right?” Bartok, the youngest of the group, said. “I had a torch, but I had to use it against the Trolls we ran into.” Muzir replied “Now that I think of it, we ran into a lot of big and nasty things since we came here, more then usual, we had those Trolls, those three Minotaurs, the Giant that took so many of our group with him before it was finally beaten and we haven't seen it but we've heard that Dragon in the distance.” Muzir hadn't even finished that last sentence or Thorak raised his axe, for that last sentence reminded him of something he had forgotten, they were chasing a dragon. Who knew how close they were it might very well be in this cave. “Be on your guard you Beardlings, our hunt might be closer then we think.”
They explored the cave throughout the night it was only then that Thorak felt safe enough to rest, tired and cold the Dwarfs laid their bodies to rest against the hard dark cave wall.
Something woke Thorak but he didn't know what, nor did the others woke from it. But he knew there was something wrong as he felt he was rocking back and forth even though he did nothing to move, could it be.. Thorak thought to himself. Slowly grabbing his axe, and quietly prodding Muzir and the other to wake up making sure they understood to be very quiet, for there was something terribly wrong. The cave was still pitch black, and they could only see each other by the soft glimmering of their armour that reflected what little light their was. Thorak motioned them to follow them, but to not speak a word. Sensing there was something very wrong indeed, they all followed without question, weapons at the ready and prepared for the worst. But luck wasn't with the Dwarfs, as Muzir tripped and took Bartok and Karuk with him in his fall, the noise was deafening, the armour clanking and the sound resonating throughout the cave, Thorak feared the worst and to his despair his fears got true. The “wall” were they had laid their tired bodies to rest roared in anger, a flame belched in their direction, missing them by only a few feet, lighting up the cave long enough for them to see the dragon that the had been chasing the past few days and it was clear that the hunters had become the hunted for they could see or do nothing, and the dragon knew exactly where to find them.
A small change of luck provided them with light, the noises caused by the dragon caused a small cave in of the roof, and Thorak was grateful for the light that now enabled him to see the massive beast that opposed them. And massive it was, pitch black, blacker then even the darkest coals and with claws large enough to match a Dwarf in size this was a formidable opponent indeed. It was time to fight.
“Spreadout! Don't bunch up, that way it has to pick who it's going to fight,this beasty will give us enough trouble as it is, lets not make it any easier for it!” Thorak roared. The others immediately fanned out and surrounded the monstrosity, trying to get a blow on it.
A sudden swipe of the dragons' tail took Thorak by surprise, and he was just able to raise his axe in defence before it hit him, sweeping him away against the cave wall with ease, the world around him faded and his vision was filled with stars, his body didn't seem to listen to his mind, but he wasn't even sure if his mind was still working. Shaking his head, Thorak finally got his grasp on reality back, just in time to see how the dragon closed it's maw on Bartok, ending his relatively short life instantly in a mess of blood and gore, leaving only the poor Dwarfs' axe and crossbow. Thorak now noticed that he only saw Muzir still fighting against the black beast, he then saw Karuks' broken body, half eaten, half burned or clawed apart lyingjust before the dragons feet, blood covered the floor and dripped from the dragon's fanged maw. Rage got the better of Thorak, raising his axe, roaring in anger and running towards the dragon, determined to avenge his fallen brethren. A large stream of fire passed just over his head, ignoring the sudden heat and the shouts from Muzir that warned him he charged forward, dodging the dragons' head as it tried to bite him, only to lower his axe with al his strength each and every time he could on the beasts' head. Though it didn't seem to do a thing, for every blow he gave, the dragon just tried once more,not even flinching. Feeling his body tiring, he looked in the dragons' eyes, bright yellow and menacing looking, as if it challenged Thorak to try and hurt it. Feeling his anger build up once more, his gaze fell on the weapons left by Bartok when the dragon took his life, and he saw the crossbow, a bolt ready to be fired. And suddenly a plan formed in Thorak' head, “Muzir!” Thorak shouted “be ready to strike when I say so!” running towards the crossbow, Muzir seemed to see what Thoraks' plan was, and shouted challenges at the dragon, hoping to distract it.
The crossbow still felt warm, Thoraks' big hands raised the crossbow and he took aim, levelling the bow with his eyes and staring down the arrow, he waited until the dragon turned it's head towards him, again it's eyes stared menacing towards Thorak and again the dragon tried to crush Thorak with its fanged mouth, but this time Thorak stood fast and waited till the last second before firing the bolt, hoping it would hit home.
The Dragon roared in pain and anger, the bolt fixed deep inside it's eye, enraged and caught by the sudden searing pain, the Dragon lost control of itself and, in the confined space of the cave, struck his head hard against the cave wall. The blow was hard enough to collapse even more of the cave, right on top of the dragon, big chunks of rock fell on the dragon, burying the dragon in heaps of debris. ”Watch out Thorak!” Muzir shouted before pushing him away, a big boulder was about to crush Thorak, but as Muzir pushed him away he had placed himself right under the falling debris, and not even a mighty Dwarf was able to withstand such weight. Thorak could hear how Muzirs' bones broke even over the thundering rumble of the cave-in.
The dragon lay on the floor, not moving, and seemingly dead. But the enraged Thorak did not took any chances, hacking on the dragons' head with his axe until there was nothing left of it but a bloody pulp. After which he collapsed himself, too tired to carry on.
Thorak woke up to the sound of pickaxes clattering against stone walls, he felt he was lying on something soft. He got up and found himself in a makeshift bed lying near a fire, the light it spread showed he was inside a cave, torches hang on the walls spreading their light through the room. Thorak felt despressed, he saw how his companions were all massacred under his leadership, he could hear their dying screams as if it was happening at that very moment, but what was burned right into his soul was how Muzir saved his life and how it sounded when he was crushed beneath tons of stone.
“You finally woke up.” an low grunting voice said. “You've been out for a week now, was starting to fear you'd never wake up.”
Thorak turned to the direction were the voice came from, he saw an dwarf leaning on a large shining axe, engraved with runes he had never seen before, the dwarf had black hair and beard that almost matched the colour of the dragon and was muscular, even for a Dwarf.
“Where am I? What is this place, and who are you?” Thorak asked, clearly confused.
“My name is Turok, I'm a leader of a small group of rangers, we heard rumors of a great dragon somewhere in the mountains, and during our hunt for it we got caught in a storm after a night of pushing through we found the cave. And while we were exploring it we found you, lying near the corpse of the dragon we were looking for. We tried a lot to wake you up, but not even our horn could wake you up. So I decided to set up a camp here and ordered a small group to track back and get more help. They came back with a small army of Dwarfs, mostly miners, and we decided to make a fortress here, to provide shelter to travellers, and prevent the numerous monsters and greenskins in the area to overtake this place. So you now look at the first room of Karaz Kol Drakk, the Fortress of the Black Dragon.”
Thorak passed out once again.
When Thorak woke up, he was a whole different Dwarf, the whole ordeal with the dragon had broken his mind and he was torn up by guilt of what has happened, the loss of his friends was something he blamed himself for. He abandoned his armour and dyed his hair and beard red and took the slayer oath, seeking vengeance for his lost friends and peace for his broken mind. He took of and nothing was ever heard of him again.
Turok became the lord of Karaz Kol Drakk overseeing the construction of the fortress for several years until it was finally completed, now adventures from all over the Old World use the fortress to rest and take shelter, or trade whatever they have gathered on their travels for supplies. Occasionally Turok leads a group of his finest warriors in a quest to cleanse the surroundings of all kinds of foul creatures, making sure Karaz Kol Drakk remains a safe haven for all in need of protection.
The skeleton of the dragon remains in a hidden treasure chamber deep beneath the fortress, and only elder Dwarfs are permittted permission to enter, and only then on very special occasions. The fangs of the dragon hang above the throne of Turok, in honour of those who died to kill the beast.
here it is C&C much appreciated.
if you're curious about the development of my army? take a look at my Plog for the tales of X Gamers
clicky ([ToXG?] Leafblower's Dwarfs of Kazad Kol Drak)