Shattered Hammer
Borin Ironmonger sniffed the air. Nothing. Winds whipped the tent making it impossible to smell anything. As if that weren't enough, the blizzard made it impossible to see anything either. He grunted and trudged back inside. Their little outpost at the edge of Dun Morogh was of little importance in the grand scheme of things and one missed watch would not shatter the gates of Ironforge. His friend Frener Droughtboar was of a different mind.
"Are you insane! The enemies of Khaz Modan could be slipping under out very noses and you chose to skip your watch".
"I've got no doubt they're slipping under your nose" replied Borin.
At this Frener shook his head and went back to polishing his blunderbuss. He never stopped polishing his gun no matter where he was. Borin was about to call him out of that when the winds stopped howling. In this momentary lull Frener chose to take a look outside . He quickly pulled his head back in. He put a finger to his lips and slowly walked over to Borin.
"Trolls" he whispered.
Borin lifted up the bottom of the tent to take a peak himself. There they were. Three ice trolls armed with throwing spears followed by a witch doctor carrying a boiling pot and muttering to himself. Four, that meant two for each of them. He quickly lowered the tent sheet and reached for his ax. Frener shook his head and pointed at their guns. Borin grabbed and cocked his gun. It certainly wasn't a very good one. He'd bought it off a vendor in Coldridge Valley. It had yet to see action, but it was good enough in training. Both lifted up the bottom of the tent and took aim at the oncoming trolls. They had stopped and the witch doctor was talking to one of them. Borin gripped the gun, eying his prey. He fired.
A troll went down and Frener took out another. The third panicked and threw a spear right through the tent hitting nothing. Frener took out his bayonet and, without fixing it charged and killed him. The witch doctor stumbled backwards chanting something, but before Frener could get close enough to take him out, he tossed the contents of the pot at him. Flames jumped up, consuming Frener's face as he plunged into the snow to escape the inferno. Borin started towards the witch doctor, ax held high, but the witch doctor wagged his finger and said "Be seeing you mon."
Then in a wisp if smoke he was gone.