Karak Drazh had been under siege for two days now, the orcs were relentless in their attack, our forces were weak and our supplies low. Ogrin leaned against a wall breathing heavily, he ran his fingers through his thick beard a looked round the corner two goblins were standing at the end of the corridor, Ogrin raised his rifle and fired. The goblin closest to him let out a scream of pain before landing lifelessly on the floor thick green blood ozzing from the bullet wound in his head. Seeing his fallen comrade the other goblin lunged forward in a blind rage swinging his spear aminlessly at Ogrin. Ogrin easily avoided the clumsy attack and struck the goblin with the butt of his rifle knocking him out. Ogrin was a thunderer and had been in the dwarven army for as long as he could remember, he had fought many battles and seen horrific things but none could compare with what was happening. The orcs and goblins had attacked without warnning and were now taking the great Dwarven stronghold by force, Ogrin had been seperated from the rest of his unit and was wandering the tunnels alone.
Ogrin quickly darted into an open door, a small group of orcs were holding another dwarf by the throat shouting at him in their foul language. Ogrin stood up he looked down the sights of his rifle and shouted
"For the dwarves!"

The orc holding the dwarf toppled over after being shot in the back, another orc next to him ran towards Ogrin swinging his large two handed sword wildly,Ogrin held his hands up to protect his face, fearing for his life. The orc took another step, then an axe pierced his chest and a look of shock came over the orcs face, before he collapsed onto the floor. The dwarf the other orc had been holding steped out from behind the body. Ogrin looked the dwarf up and down, he looked very similar to himself he was wearing heavy linked chainmail, and had a thick brown beard much like his own. This strange dwarf carried a large hand axe and a shield with him intead of the rifle that he was carying, Ogrin assumed he was a warrior.

The strange warrior walked over to him slowly cleaning the blade of his axe as he walked,

"Are you ok there friend?" He asked

"Aye, I`m fine, thanks for stopping that orc, without you `em greenskins would be having an early supper!" Ogrin replied cheerfuly

The other dwarf however remained somber in his attitude, not joining in with Ogrin`s jokes. The new dwarf streched his hand out towards orgin,

"Name`s Glormek, I`m a warrior in the High King`s army." He said with very little change in expresion

"I`m Ogrin, I`m part of a small group of thunderers in the dwarven army we patrol above ground and drive off invaders, most of my unit were killed when this invasion started." Ogrin hated to say those words, the memory came flooding back his best friend Thrdak cut in two by an orc weilding a massive axe, he shuddered to thinking about it.

"I was split off from my unit when they attacked the throne room, some night goblins colapsed a pillar on us me and two of my fellow warriors tried to climb it over but the goblins just shot at us, the two of them died right away, I was lucky the arrow only hit my shoulder." Glormek said.

"Mabye we should head out together, I mean even if the stronghold is lost we can still try to get to another stonghold mabye ask for help, or at least warn them of the danger."Ogrin suggested

"Aye, Karak Azul is not too far from here if we can get past those orcs we could make it there in a few days."

"So its setteled, we better start moving then!" And with that Ogrin and Glormek set off down the tunnel towards the exit.

They arrived at a large hallway that lead into the great hall and beyond that the living quarters, the once merry hall now stank of death and orc, Ogrin remembered sitting in this very hallway driking mead with his friends only a few days ago, but with all that had happened it seemed like a duo walked to the end of the hall way and pushed the door until it was slightly ajar then Ogrin looked through and was confronted by a horrific sight. At the head of the table was sat the biggest orc he had ever seen, the beast had massive bulking muscles large pointed teeth that looked more like fangs than anything else, he wore heavy black armour and had and a necklace, wich didn`t have gold or jewles hanging from it, instead it had skulls. Human skulls, elven skulls, dwarven skulls Ogrin could have swore that there was one for every race. Gathered around the table were several smaller orcs, a few goblins and sitting at the back of the room lying slumped against the wall was a troll.

Many different strategys raced through Ogrin`s mind thoughts of knocking down the pillars at the side of the room or getting some oil from the kitchens, pouring it on the table then lighting it with a torch. All these ideas however required one thing they did not have. Time. The dwarven forces were dwindling, soon the stronghold would be compeletly overun. They had to get out before that happened. Then Ogrin came up with an idea that was so far fetched, so insane that it just might work. He quickly explained his plan to Glormek, who reluctently agreed.

The two of them burst through the doors, Ogrin fired his rifle wildly killing any goblins that were stupid enough to walk into his line of sight. Glormek was handling the orcs running towards then taunting and jeering as fought. Then the big orc stood up, Ogrin could see now that he was the warchief he unbuckled a massive axe almost the size of two dwarves and let out a blood curdling war cry. He swung the massive axe through the air wildly, as if it weighed no less than a feather he sprinted towards Glormek who had just dispatched the last of the orcs and swung at him in a blind rage. It was time to put the plan into action...