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Heavy metal footfalls filled the caverns narrow passageways and harrowed the coming of the warband of dwarves and their mighty warhog. The clanking was even in rhythm and made Herfg clutch tightly to his warclub causing his nuckles to go white. With a glance and nod over his shoulder to his smaller companion he braced himself against the cave wall at the entrance to the larger cavern hoisting his hammer over head ready to smash one of the tiny invaiders as they marched past. With all the clanking metal and his nerves on edge he didnt hear one pair of feet leave the cadance and take a quicker pace.
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His beard covered in gore and small patches torn away Aerum Warhammer was a sight to see. His twin waraxes held at the ready on each side as he ran. Bloodlust filled his eyes and he just knew there had to be more in the cavern that the tunnel was emptying to. His corded and powerful muscles propelled him with surpising speed as he seperated from the main contingent of the three other dwarves and the werebore he had affectionatly named Tusks.
His strong legs took him right past the enterance of the chamber just as a rush of wind caught him. He came to a skittering stop and rounded aboutface to see the cause of the disturbance and a great wicked grin found its way onto his dirty and smudged face.
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Herfg snarled and bared his wicked teeth in frustration as the dwarf narrowly evaded his deathblow and dragged the large club accross the cave floor in a sweeping strike at the bold dwarf. Ah Hah! He felt a rush of excitement as the passing edge of his hammer clipped the dwarfs armored shoulder but to his dismay the dwarf willingly accepted the partial blow and spun with it to disapate its strength. He immediately began to raise his club for another strike when a small axe planted itself painfully in his right shoulder. He grunted at the impact and glanced over his shoulder to see that he had moved infront of the caverns entrance and a host of dwarves and a fiersom boar were now charging toward him. With renewed haste he decided it was time to finish this little whelp that was in front of him.
He spun just in time to see the foul dwarf pass right between his legs and with each of his axe arms crossed he cut out to his sides hacking heavily into the ogres legs and with two loud pops the beasts hamstrings were cleaved and he fell to his knees. The echos of pain erupted through his mind as axe after axe from each of the warband assailed him. He forced open his eyes through the pain to see his smaller companion watching in disbelief as his larger ally was hacked into oblivion. A powerful tusk drove into his side impaling his heart and thankfully his pain ended and all was black.
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The dwarves clanked on triumfantly from chamber to chamber eleminating any ogre resistance they came to. Even groups of six or more of the beasts were no match for the five dwarves. Ironforge, Ironstar, Deli, Warhammer, and Stonewill marched on, covered in head to toe in ogre gore. The count was up to seventy and from the looks of each of the combatants it had been a tiring seventy. Even Warhammers bloodlusted eyes were becoming less resilient as the many wounds and fatigue began to set in on him. They marched their way towards the exit finding little more than corpses as resistance. Their formation had become loosened on the way out and easily twenty or more paces separated most of the pack.
Warhammer was still on point his twin axes held on the ready as he scoured the cave ahead for any unseen perils or potential prey. A dwarven scream decidedly feminine made him spin around to see each of the column doing the same. It was Ruby.. He gripped his axes powerfully and with all the strength he had left he forced himself down between the pair of companions behind him back towards her cries. The boar was first to arrive and set onto the green skinned ogre that had blasted Ruby with a powerful fireball forcing her to cry out in pain as much of her skin was burnt horribly. Tusks rutted and thrust his deadly maw at the ogre but couldn't break the wicked creatures focus as it completed another arcane pass and caught the stumbling red headed dwarf with a raw combustion of flame. Her cry was much quieter the second time as the fire swept over her and she collapsed to the floor.
Warhammer saw her fall and with his bloodlust renewed charged up and hacked wildly at the wicked caster. The remaining two dwarves were quick to arrive with Ironstar leading in with his towershield. The ogre fell quickly, but the damage was done, Warhammer replaced his axes to his belt and ran to the charred dwarf maiden's body. He saw her face twinge slightly causing a crack in her blackened features. He quickly scooped her up and ran towards the exit meaning to get her to the temple as quickly as possible. His muscles were exhausted and he wasn't able to push himself much faster until he felt a surge of renewed.. no.. New strength wash over him. He looked over his shoulder to see the boar raise its head and snort. He didn't know what it had done but it felt like it told him to go.
As his new strength carried him from the cave he heard the clash of steel and flesh once again as his companions meant to leave his escape clear of pursuers.
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The priest worked his magic fervently sealing and healing wound after wound. His aids were applying potions and salves to the burnt dwarf causing her feminine features to slowly resurface through the charred exterior. Warhammer sat propped up against a column watching them work. His muscles were completely wore out and his breath couldn't seem to be caught but he waved off any of the churches aids that drew close to him. Bah, jez leave me be! Ye place be needed ore dere ye gnit! *pointing to Ruby* Smacking the attendants leg as they came close to tend his wounds and hope to wash some of the filth and stink away from the unhygienic dwarf.
Some hours passed and she finally came to, her features restored and her fight re instilled. The other dwarves arrived in time and informed the pair that the fight had been won and in all seventy and six of the brutes lay dead. It had been a fine night and now Five Dwarves deserved the title of Ogresbane.
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His beard covered in gore and small patches torn away Aerum Warhammer was a sight to see. His twin waraxes held at the ready on each side as he ran. Bloodlust filled his eyes and he just knew there had to be more in the cavern that the tunnel was emptying to. His corded and powerful muscles propelled him with surpising speed as he seperated from the main contingent of the three other dwarves and the werebore he had affectionatly named Tusks.
His strong legs took him right past the enterance of the chamber just as a rush of wind caught him. He came to a skittering stop and rounded aboutface to see the cause of the disturbance and a great wicked grin found its way onto his dirty and smudged face.
****
Herfg snarled and bared his wicked teeth in frustration as the dwarf narrowly evaded his deathblow and dragged the large club accross the cave floor in a sweeping strike at the bold dwarf. Ah Hah! He felt a rush of excitement as the passing edge of his hammer clipped the dwarfs armored shoulder but to his dismay the dwarf willingly accepted the partial blow and spun with it to disapate its strength. He immediately began to raise his club for another strike when a small axe planted itself painfully in his right shoulder. He grunted at the impact and glanced over his shoulder to see that he had moved infront of the caverns entrance and a host of dwarves and a fiersom boar were now charging toward him. With renewed haste he decided it was time to finish this little whelp that was in front of him.
He spun just in time to see the foul dwarf pass right between his legs and with each of his axe arms crossed he cut out to his sides hacking heavily into the ogres legs and with two loud pops the beasts hamstrings were cleaved and he fell to his knees. The echos of pain erupted through his mind as axe after axe from each of the warband assailed him. He forced open his eyes through the pain to see his smaller companion watching in disbelief as his larger ally was hacked into oblivion. A powerful tusk drove into his side impaling his heart and thankfully his pain ended and all was black.
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The dwarves clanked on triumfantly from chamber to chamber eleminating any ogre resistance they came to. Even groups of six or more of the beasts were no match for the five dwarves. Ironforge, Ironstar, Deli, Warhammer, and Stonewill marched on, covered in head to toe in ogre gore. The count was up to seventy and from the looks of each of the combatants it had been a tiring seventy. Even Warhammers bloodlusted eyes were becoming less resilient as the many wounds and fatigue began to set in on him. They marched their way towards the exit finding little more than corpses as resistance. Their formation had become loosened on the way out and easily twenty or more paces separated most of the pack.
Warhammer was still on point his twin axes held on the ready as he scoured the cave ahead for any unseen perils or potential prey. A dwarven scream decidedly feminine made him spin around to see each of the column doing the same. It was Ruby.. He gripped his axes powerfully and with all the strength he had left he forced himself down between the pair of companions behind him back towards her cries. The boar was first to arrive and set onto the green skinned ogre that had blasted Ruby with a powerful fireball forcing her to cry out in pain as much of her skin was burnt horribly. Tusks rutted and thrust his deadly maw at the ogre but couldn't break the wicked creatures focus as it completed another arcane pass and caught the stumbling red headed dwarf with a raw combustion of flame. Her cry was much quieter the second time as the fire swept over her and she collapsed to the floor.
Warhammer saw her fall and with his bloodlust renewed charged up and hacked wildly at the wicked caster. The remaining two dwarves were quick to arrive with Ironstar leading in with his towershield. The ogre fell quickly, but the damage was done, Warhammer replaced his axes to his belt and ran to the charred dwarf maiden's body. He saw her face twinge slightly causing a crack in her blackened features. He quickly scooped her up and ran towards the exit meaning to get her to the temple as quickly as possible. His muscles were exhausted and he wasn't able to push himself much faster until he felt a surge of renewed.. no.. New strength wash over him. He looked over his shoulder to see the boar raise its head and snort. He didn't know what it had done but it felt like it told him to go.
As his new strength carried him from the cave he heard the clash of steel and flesh once again as his companions meant to leave his escape clear of pursuers.
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The priest worked his magic fervently sealing and healing wound after wound. His aids were applying potions and salves to the burnt dwarf causing her feminine features to slowly resurface through the charred exterior. Warhammer sat propped up against a column watching them work. His muscles were completely wore out and his breath couldn't seem to be caught but he waved off any of the churches aids that drew close to him. Bah, jez leave me be! Ye place be needed ore dere ye gnit! *pointing to Ruby* Smacking the attendants leg as they came close to tend his wounds and hope to wash some of the filth and stink away from the unhygienic dwarf.
Some hours passed and she finally came to, her features restored and her fight re instilled. The other dwarves arrived in time and informed the pair that the fight had been won and in all seventy and six of the brutes lay dead. It had been a fine night and now Five Dwarves deserved the title of Ogresbane.
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