Terrene, sighting the Rat ogres raced towards them, killing all in his path.
Grungi turned to the centre of the battle where Thorin and the leader of the Zufbar dwarfs fought back to back. The old Runesmith saw the Grey Seer cast a spell at the Dwarven leaders. He activated his rune and it nullified the evil magic.
All around him Dwarfs and Scaven were locked in a bitter battle to the death. At the altar Terrene had killed the rat ogres and was about head back into the fray when a mighty voice echoed over the battle field "Stop were you are Dwarf"
The battle stopped as all eyes turned to the altar. Terrene turned around to see come out of the altar the Greater Daemon of the horned rat. This mighty warrior stood 10 feet tall and carried a long green-bladed broadsword in one hand and in the other, the skull of some long-dead fiend.
Terrene excited at the prospect for an honourable death and his thumb along the edge of his axe, drawing blood. The Daemon swung at Terrene and the slayer brought the axe up to block and the sound of magic blade on magic blade rang over the battle. The Daemon and dwarf exchanged blows for only a few minutes, it felt like days. Suddenly Terrene launched him-self off the floor and flew over the daemon's head striking down as he went. The axe split the daemon head in two. A demonic scream made all in the cavern shudder interior. The dying daemon turned to the dwarf and trust his might blade into the slayer, killing him instantly. The daemon gave a cry of triumph before falling dead at the foot of the altar.
The scaven, frenzied at the death of their god attacked the Dwarfs. Kili and Fili, fighting back to back were killed when a hoard of rat-men attacked them at once. Balin was killed by a spell from the Grey Seer, leaving empty armour and a pile of dust.
Thorin stood in the centre of the battlefield killing everything he touched. Thorin was isolated from the rest of the dwarfs and before they could reach him Thorin was cut down. Grungi, bellowing with fury, charged into the battle, lusting for vengeance for his fallen friends, rat-men ran in terror from the frenzied Dwarf. The old dwarf killed one, two, three scaven with three swings of his warhammer. Grungi fought with might endurance, even for his race. The scaven, now terrified ran for their lives but as they ran, on of the rat-things stabbed Grungi in the back with a knife, the dwarf swung around and killed the rat but it was too late. The poison from the blade had entered his blood stream; he had only minuets to live.
Gazing around the battlefield he could see the dwarfs from Zufbar chasing down the surviving scaven and he was pleased, the dwarfs had won the fight but at a terrible price, many noble warriors had lost their live. A stab of pain shot through Grungi's body, he knew he was going to die. There was only one thing left for him to do. He walked to Thorin's body, picked up his hammer and then headed up the stairs to the top of the altar. Taking one more look at his dead companions he cried out "For all of you my friends, rest in peace" With that Grungi brought the might warhammer behind his head and put all his remaining strength behind the blow. The hammer struck the altar shattering the stone into a million pieces. Grungi dropped the hammer and sunk to the ground. His thought's turned to the words of Thorin " We will reach Zufbar, even if all the scaven in the world stood in front of us." his last word were "Well my friend, all the scaven were before us but we did reach Zufbar." Then as the last word escaped his lips, his body slipped to the ground limp and lifeless.
Grungi turned to the centre of the battle where Thorin and the leader of the Zufbar dwarfs fought back to back. The old Runesmith saw the Grey Seer cast a spell at the Dwarven leaders. He activated his rune and it nullified the evil magic.
All around him Dwarfs and Scaven were locked in a bitter battle to the death. At the altar Terrene had killed the rat ogres and was about head back into the fray when a mighty voice echoed over the battle field "Stop were you are Dwarf"
The battle stopped as all eyes turned to the altar. Terrene turned around to see come out of the altar the Greater Daemon of the horned rat. This mighty warrior stood 10 feet tall and carried a long green-bladed broadsword in one hand and in the other, the skull of some long-dead fiend.
Terrene excited at the prospect for an honourable death and his thumb along the edge of his axe, drawing blood. The Daemon swung at Terrene and the slayer brought the axe up to block and the sound of magic blade on magic blade rang over the battle. The Daemon and dwarf exchanged blows for only a few minutes, it felt like days. Suddenly Terrene launched him-self off the floor and flew over the daemon's head striking down as he went. The axe split the daemon head in two. A demonic scream made all in the cavern shudder interior. The dying daemon turned to the dwarf and trust his might blade into the slayer, killing him instantly. The daemon gave a cry of triumph before falling dead at the foot of the altar.
The scaven, frenzied at the death of their god attacked the Dwarfs. Kili and Fili, fighting back to back were killed when a hoard of rat-men attacked them at once. Balin was killed by a spell from the Grey Seer, leaving empty armour and a pile of dust.
Thorin stood in the centre of the battlefield killing everything he touched. Thorin was isolated from the rest of the dwarfs and before they could reach him Thorin was cut down. Grungi, bellowing with fury, charged into the battle, lusting for vengeance for his fallen friends, rat-men ran in terror from the frenzied Dwarf. The old dwarf killed one, two, three scaven with three swings of his warhammer. Grungi fought with might endurance, even for his race. The scaven, now terrified ran for their lives but as they ran, on of the rat-things stabbed Grungi in the back with a knife, the dwarf swung around and killed the rat but it was too late. The poison from the blade had entered his blood stream; he had only minuets to live.
Gazing around the battlefield he could see the dwarfs from Zufbar chasing down the surviving scaven and he was pleased, the dwarfs had won the fight but at a terrible price, many noble warriors had lost their live. A stab of pain shot through Grungi's body, he knew he was going to die. There was only one thing left for him to do. He walked to Thorin's body, picked up his hammer and then headed up the stairs to the top of the altar. Taking one more look at his dead companions he cried out "For all of you my friends, rest in peace" With that Grungi brought the might warhammer behind his head and put all his remaining strength behind the blow. The hammer struck the altar shattering the stone into a million pieces. Grungi dropped the hammer and sunk to the ground. His thought's turned to the words of Thorin " We will reach Zufbar, even if all the scaven in the world stood in front of us." his last word were "Well my friend, all the scaven were before us but we did reach Zufbar." Then as the last word escaped his lips, his body slipped to the ground limp and lifeless.