Grungi stared out into the darkness beyond the campfire, suddenly he spotted something, and then, just as quickly, it was gone. Bored, the old Runesmith gazed around the makeshift camp.
Engineer Fili was cleaning his pistols, buffing them to a shiny gleam. Fili's brother, Kili stood near the fire. He was an ancient Dwarf whose beard stretched down to the floor, which allowed him the honourable title of greatbeard. Kili lent against his battle standard and swung his warhammer in hypnotising patterns, showing of his immense skill with the weapon. Balin of the Ironbreakers was polishing his armour, brining it to a reflective finish.
One of the crazed Slayer cult, named Terrene the Wyrmslayer spared, in the corner, with an invisible opponent. Finally Grungi directed his gaze to the leader of the expedition. Thane Thorin was a magnificent and well-respected dwarf. He wore armour fashioned from the purest gromril and he held easily in one hand a giant hammer, which when thrown returned to his hand. Thorin's head was adorned with a crown made of the brightest gold.
Grungi turned back to the darkness that surrounded their camp, and glimpsed far in the darkness what appeared to be the glint of steel, Grungi turned to call his fellow travellers when a ball of green fire came soaring out of the night. The dwarfs dived out of the missile's path and it hit the wall, dissipating into nothing. Another ball sailed forward, but this time Grungi was ready. Concentrating on the image of the fireball he then struck a glowing rune on his staff. Blue light came out of the ancient symbol and surrounded the fireball and nullified it. The rune now lay bare, with little trickles of energy entering the ancient carving on his staff. It will be awhile before I can do that again thought Grungi.
The others turned to thank him when suddenly Scaven began pouring out of the darkness and set apon the brave adventures. Thorin threw his hammer at one of the incoming rat-men, crushing his ribs before taking the recovered hammer in two hands and charging into the fray. Fili fired off his pistols, making a hole in the heads of two approaching rat-things.
Kili's magic standard fired out three bolts of lightning at the rat creatures, reducing them to dust. Grungi and Balin's warhammers smashed and cracked bone wherever they landed. The slayer Terrene held his mighty axe in one hand and spun a web of death through the scaven ranks, while screaming with joy at the slaughter. Faced with such casualties the Scaven scuttled, tails between they're legs back into the darkness, with the slayer chasing them, crying for blood.
Engineer Fili was cleaning his pistols, buffing them to a shiny gleam. Fili's brother, Kili stood near the fire. He was an ancient Dwarf whose beard stretched down to the floor, which allowed him the honourable title of greatbeard. Kili lent against his battle standard and swung his warhammer in hypnotising patterns, showing of his immense skill with the weapon. Balin of the Ironbreakers was polishing his armour, brining it to a reflective finish.
One of the crazed Slayer cult, named Terrene the Wyrmslayer spared, in the corner, with an invisible opponent. Finally Grungi directed his gaze to the leader of the expedition. Thane Thorin was a magnificent and well-respected dwarf. He wore armour fashioned from the purest gromril and he held easily in one hand a giant hammer, which when thrown returned to his hand. Thorin's head was adorned with a crown made of the brightest gold.
Grungi turned back to the darkness that surrounded their camp, and glimpsed far in the darkness what appeared to be the glint of steel, Grungi turned to call his fellow travellers when a ball of green fire came soaring out of the night. The dwarfs dived out of the missile's path and it hit the wall, dissipating into nothing. Another ball sailed forward, but this time Grungi was ready. Concentrating on the image of the fireball he then struck a glowing rune on his staff. Blue light came out of the ancient symbol and surrounded the fireball and nullified it. The rune now lay bare, with little trickles of energy entering the ancient carving on his staff. It will be awhile before I can do that again thought Grungi.
The others turned to thank him when suddenly Scaven began pouring out of the darkness and set apon the brave adventures. Thorin threw his hammer at one of the incoming rat-men, crushing his ribs before taking the recovered hammer in two hands and charging into the fray. Fili fired off his pistols, making a hole in the heads of two approaching rat-things.
Kili's magic standard fired out three bolts of lightning at the rat creatures, reducing them to dust. Grungi and Balin's warhammers smashed and cracked bone wherever they landed. The slayer Terrene held his mighty axe in one hand and spun a web of death through the scaven ranks, while screaming with joy at the slaughter. Faced with such casualties the Scaven scuttled, tails between they're legs back into the darkness, with the slayer chasing them, crying for blood.
