Hey guys! I know this isn't something that I've ever written before but that's because I didn't write this. The love of my life wrote this and since he doesn't have an account I am uploading this for him. Well anyway if you are new welcome and read on! The author (Matt) doesn't own anything but his OCs.
The Slayer's Oath
Chapter 1: The Unexpected Hero
Gomrund felt at home in the mountains. The cold brisk air kissing his naked torso, the sound of crunching snow beneath his boots, and the smell of urk and grobi was in the air. Yes, he felt at home. For days he has been tracking several goblin raiding parties since Black Fire Pass was such a dangerous road to cross. For the last 20 years, the Slayer has encountered almost everything. From vile trolls to hordes of the undead to the vile workings of a chaos sorcerer and the occasional skaven incursion. He has yet to meet his doom, the doom that he swore to meet since entering that scared temple in Karak Kadrin also known as Slayer Keep. He was close to the greenskin filth now; their scent was strong and a dwarfs keen sense of smell is that much more than that of a human. Alas he heard a sound coming from the south; it sounded like metal clashing on metal.
'Glorious, the sound of battle just what I need' he thought to himself. He found several goblin wolf riders attacking a small caravan of human merchants simply trying to cross the pass to get to the Empire.
Black Fire Pass was a dangerous road for many merchants but it was one of few routes the people of the Empire and Border Princes could trade with each other and the dwarfs so they had little choice but to go on this dangerous route. Gomrund smiled, drew his twin axes whose runes glowed in the daylight and charged.
"Keep firing men! Kill the goblin filth! Protect the caravan!" Volkmar shouted at his cowering men as he aimed his pistol at a goblin wolf rider charging at him, he shot and hit the goblin square in the chest as a stream of blood poured from the wound and it died screaming.
"Damn it all! It'll take me forever to reload" he muttered to himself. As he was almost done a giant wolf knocked him off balance and his pistol went flying through the air. Volkmar thought he was a dead man staring into the drooling mouth of a hungry wolf.
He then heard a loud bellow and the wolf's head was gone along with the goblin rider. Gore shot from the gaping wound and covered Volkmar's tunic shirt and pants.
'What in Sigmar's name was that?' He saw a short body with a massive orange mohawk surrounded by 3 goblin wolf riders wielding twin axes.
'Whoever he is he's as good as dead' he thought to himself.
Gomrund found himself surrounded by hungry wolves and bloodthirsty goblin riders. The smell of the blood from their corpses filled the air and floated by his nose. The smell of the copper quickly becoming irritant but he smirked at the battle.
'This is too easy' he thought to himself as the wolves closed in. One lunged at him and in one swoop cut upwards and beheaded the beast and barely dodged it's riders spear thrust. The goblin fell and in a backswing with very little effort cleft it's head in half, blood and brains spraying everywhere upon the battlefield. The other two ran at him at once attempting to avenge their fallen comrade. He dodged left and struck a goblin in the chest almost cleaving it in half. The other he flung his axe and in like a boomerang fashion and it beheaded the goblin rider and came back to him. Infuriated the wolf charged at him.
"C'mon you piece of filth" he muttered as he plunged his axe square between the beasts eyes and it slumped over. As he pulled his axe free the rest of the goblins were fleeing. It was over. The battle had been won.
'Amazing! That thing killed 3 goblins and wolves in a matter of seconds.' Volkmar thought to himself astonished at the fact he was still alive. He looked around and seeing the rest of the goblin raiding party fleeing for fear of their own safety. He breathed a sigh of relief. He heard the moans of the fallen around him that had still yet succumbed to deaths embrace. He got up and wiped some blood off his face and tried to go greet this creature. The unknown specimen swung around and nearly plunged an axe in his chest. He realized it was a dwarf, but this one was unusual. He's seen plenty a dwarf during his travels, but never one with a orange mohawk and tattoos.
"Whoa! Easy there fella I just came over to give you thanks" he said in his defense.
"I don't need your pitiful gratitude. I'm disappointed that I failed to meet my doom here." The dwarf said in a low voice.
"Is there no one else wanting to meet my axes? I want my doom! Cowardly grobi filth!" he yelled for all the world to hear.
"Alright take it easy we don't want them to come back." Volkmar said calmly.
"Of course you don't I saved your life after all." Gomrund retorted.
"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. I am Volkmar Brack. Former soldier of the Emperor's military now turned hired mercenary. May I ask of your name master dwarf?" He said showing he clearly had respect for him.
The dwarf stared at him coldly before speaking. "Gomrund and don't call me that again manling or I'll cut off your hand and shove it down your tiny throat."
"Ehh yessir very good um Gomrund was it?" Volkmar said slightly nervous. The dwarf again gave him that cold stare and a shiver went up his spine. Volkmar went off to inspect the caravan and his fellow mercenaries. One young man came up to him.
"How many dead?" Volkmar asked calmly.
"10 sir, another dozen wounded including several horses." his subordinate said to him standing upright in respect to his superior.
"Damn! I'm not sure we will make it to Averheim now with only one wagon full of goods. Gather the wounded and treat them. I'll try and convince our new 'friend' to tag along."Volkmar said before looking to Gomrund. He took in a deep breath to prepare himself. Volkmar went back to the dwarf as it was inspecting the bodies of the dead goblins and wolves.
"May I ask sir Gomrund, where exactly are you headed?" Volkmar peered his eyes and looked at him.
"I was looking for the greenskin raiding parties and found you guys instead." Gomrund spat on a goblin corpse. "I've been tracking them for days and now I have no idea where they will strike next." he said clearly annoyed and frustrated.
"May I make a proposal?" Volkmar asked hastily. Gomrund turned around slightly amused.
"You may manling depending on what it is." Gomrund said curious as to what the head of the group had in mind.
"Well you see we were on our way to Averheim in the lands of the Empire with this group of merchants and a fair few of my men have been killed or wounded during the battle. We're like bodyguards for the merchants to see them safe passage to their destination." Volkmar looked to him.
Gomrund snickered "Yeah you did some real guarding." and glanced over at the pile of dead men. "Get to the point manling."
Volkmar felt insulted at this remark but kept his composure.
"I'm proposing that you should join us on our way to Averheim. There's a share of the protection money the merchants promised us for this venture for you. Plus I hear Averheim has a fair few dwarfs who have their own tavern and I know how much dwarfs prefer their own ale over us humans ale." He smirked as he waited for Gomrunds answer.
Gomrund started thinking about this 'Hmm. Some money, some dwarven ale in a human city and hopefully a good fight along the way and perhaps most important of all my doom.'
He gave out a slight smile. "It's a deal manling."
Volkmar felt relieved.
"Thank Sigmar I-" Volkmar started to say but then Gomrund interrupted.
"But one condition: If we encounter anything on the road, no one is to stand in my way between me and my doom. Is that clear?" He said coldly and seriously.
Volkmar was confused.
'Doom? What the hell was he talking about 'his doom'? Does he want to die? What for and why?' he thought to himself but he thought that he better not ask otherwise his life may be cut short by the bloodthirsty dwarf.
"It's a deal Gomrund" Volkmar outstretched his hand. Gomrund plunged one of his axes into the head of a dead wolf and met his hand gripping it. Volkmar felt like his hand was in a vice as the dwarf squeezed. Volkmar felt relieved that he now had some proper muscle on his team and prayed to Sigmar that they don't encounter more goblins on the road.
