The Fall

[JVQ 1719]

The forest chilled, the pines above roared with the clash of wind and snow. Vorstag’s feet crunched on the newly settled floor, every step rhythmic. Behind him he led his son, Yavok II Ireheart and his new apprentice: Kladian, a cave Dwarf from the north with whom he had been teaching blacksmithing. The three were on their way to the Northern farms, there they would pick up supplies for the capital and return.

 

“‘ow much longah Fathah?” mumbled a bitter Yavok as he tightened the wolf pelt keeping him warm. “Patience Yavok” replied his father “We will be t’ere soon enuff.” Yavok groaned slightly, looking at his feet as he stumbled down the forest path.

 

As the three approached a snowed meadow next to the ruined lake, a bolt clicks, flying from the treeline towards the exposed Dwed. Vorstag slowly looked towards his shoulder, impaled by a Ferrum arrow. “RUN!” screamed the distressed Ireheart. Yavok protested “Nae fathah, weh canne l…” JUS’ GUH SON!” Kladian grabbed Yavok’s arm, “Weh mus’ guh”. Yavok stared straight at his Father as another bolt came from the treeline, slotting itself in his left arm. In despair, the Clan Father’s son ran, led by Kladian’s force.

 

Vorstag drew his sword, roaring “Show yerself t’en yeh pusseh.”

 

From the trees emerged a dark skinned Dwarf with blue pearl eyes holding a small crossbow, around him emerged a small force of armoured soldiers, all that can be seen through their helmets was darkness. With a sigh, Vorstag turned his blade to the grey Dwarf “Ah shoul ‘av known” he stated solemnly.

 

The grey Dwarf raised his left arm, signalling for the armoured soldiers to move upon Vorstag “Kjellos” he roared as he went to meet them, as he met the first minion, their swords locked, Vorstag’s strength disorientating the opponent. He sent an elbow towards the Cultist’s face, before drawing the small climbing tomahawk from his leg sheath and skewered it in to the unarmoured section of his neck.

 

Two cultists descended on him just as the first fell, he pulled the bloodied tomahawk out, dueling both Cultist’s with either arm. He made worm’s meat of them, slowly moving towards the Grey Dwarf.

 

The last soldier that stood between them was a large red uruk, he wielded a hammer with both hands. Promptly he threw the weight of his weapon upon Vorstag, crushing the blade in his hand to the floor beside him. Vorstag dived, avoiding the second attack by the Uruk. He rolled as he landed, turning to the charging beast he dived through his large legs, taking a chunk of the Orcs ankle with the tomahawk as he slid through. The Uruk roared, falling to it’s knees and clutching the wound. The Ireheart leaped on to the injured beast’s back, slicing the neck of the Uruk.

 

Bathed in the blood of his enemies, Vorstag turned to the Grey dwarf, a small smile on his face. The Grey Dwarf’s bolt was locked, and aimed. He wasn’t going to miss.

 

A thud as a body fell, and a cry from the crows that flew from the treeline.

[osumanduas 1442]

Jroth Ireheart sheds a tear for his newly departed father/person.

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[Dreek 1633]

A grey dwarf pads out of the forest, throwing his crossbow to the side. A slight smile seems to be set upon his face as he wanders into the sunlight of the open air.

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.