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This is awesome I did not know how to quote so i copied but this is not my work and i am not taking credit for it even though i wish i could
Lorgrim's axe broke, clean at the haft, its blade still embedded in the goblin's head. Cursing the Thane drew his hammer from his belt. In the same motion he brained an orc charging towards him. Quickly he surveyed the carnage. The battle faired poorly. The dwarven line was drowning in a sea of green and purple. To his left he watched in horror as Janer's Ironbreakers were overrun by squigs, as large as ogres, that were little more than muscle and teeth. They were gigantic orange monstrosities the like of which he'd never seen.
Grunting, he brought his hammer down on the knee of another orc, bringing it bellowing to the ground. Swinging his shield wide its bladed edge slashed the throat of yet another. His own clansmen were holding. He knew they would, they'd never give ground to these abominations. Stout pride filled his chest at the thought and his eyes searched out the karak's ancestral banner.
He spied it at the mouth of the mines exactly where it should be, proud and defiant. The hammerers of the king fought the largest orcs of the horde. They were great brutes with black-green skin, layers of thick crude armor, black bear cloaks, and weapons the size of a dwarf. In their midst was their warboss towering over the others, his great horned helm goring dwarves even as his gigantic blue blade clove through others.
Calling loudly so his clansmen could hear his orders he directed his unit toward the black orcs. If they could push through in time they could flank them. Wading through the horde Lorgrim saw that their king had met the towering warboss in single combat. He grinned, remove its head and the beast, the horde, would fall. The grin lasted only a fleeting moment as the warboss brought his cleaver down crashing through the king's shield and into his side. The gromil armor screamed as the blade tore through it but the ancient plates held and the king merely staggered back. The orc's eyes widened in surprised, he had expected the blow to kill the dwarf lord and now he was wide open for a counter. Frantically he pulled his blade back to parry the blow. The blow never came.
With horror Lorgrim watched as the king staggered back and kept going. Not a sound tactical dwarven retreat, a full rout in panic. For the space of a heart beat the battle stopped. The proud standard dipped, then followed the king in his flight. Like ripples on a pond the dwarven line broke. The army in its entirety fled back to the safety of the mountain hold. All except Lorgrim.
White fury ignited his veins and he began swinging his hammer in an arc never described before, one of vengence. Orc, goblin, and dwarf alike fell before the frenzied Thane. His clansmen soon picked up his dwarven dirge, their own weapons killing both greenskin and coward. The ground was slick with blood and heavy with corpse before Lorgrim reached the orc warboss. With renewed furor he launched his attack.
The fight was over in moments. A single swing from the orc's blade shattered Lorgrim's family hammer. Undeterred he lept at the beast's throat, snarling and raging. He was intercepted by three of the black orc guards who wrestled him to the ground, one of them losing their life in the process. Thrashing, Lorgrim saw that his clansmen had be similarly subdued.
Blotting out the sun the warboss stood over him. Lifting his great steel helm the creature's blood red eyes appraised the dwarf.
"Fred, Da' Boss." The dwarven words were harsh and poorly phrased. "Fred like fight. No like scared bird dwarf."
"You no scared bird, but . . . you no big 'nuff fight Fred. Fred da' boss," he repeated for good measure. "Fred mad at scared bird dwarf. Fred like fight. Can no fight scared bird. You mad scared bird too."
Lorgrim stopped cursing, "What're ya getting at ye foul abomination?"
Fred's maw split into a snaggle toothed grin. "We boff kill scared birds. Fight make you bigger. Den we fight and it be gud challenge," the grinned widened, "an be gud fun."
"Aye, we can kill some scared birds," Lorgrim scowled. His eyes went hard.
The Thane surveyed his clansmen. They had all taken the slayers oath nearly a week ago. Heads shaved, beards dyed, they'd painted their skin with a green paste so that the orc troops would know which dwarves not to kill.
Below, were his former kin. Lorgrim and his slayers had already broken their lines twice in as many days. He spat. The dwarves had become soft, complacent, a shadow of their former days. Once the karak had been crushed he'd slay the orc warboss and lead the horde to the next karak. He'd not stop until he found a dwarf that could stop them. Only then would he know that his race might still have a chance.
Further down the line, Fred sniffed the air. One of da boyz was gettin' a little too big for his own good. There'd be a challenge soon. Following his nose his eyes rested on the painted dwork. "Dat one's gonna be fun," he grumbled. A huge smile split his face.
The horde surged.
interesting story, seems this slayer have a bit of dark elf in him "the strong prevail and the weak perish".
who wrote this by the way? your introduction hinted that you didnt :yes:
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