Beaches bathed in Runefire

[SimplySeo 6999]

"Dwarves detest the sea, we hate these horrors more..."

 

Jorvin Starbreaker swallowed as his boat was rocked with a mighty wave, his stomach threatened to spill it’s contents, if there had been anything to spill. The voyage from Sutica had not been a long one, a day at most before the accursed land lay in view. The ground was dead, and that wretched mound of things that should not be writhed, it sickened him even from this distance. One hand tightly clasped the amulet hanging from his neck, a gilded hammer in homage to Yemekar. Whispering a prayer under his breath as the ship rocked once more, his other hand was used to withdraw the staff-like object from it’s sling over his shoulder. At it’s peak, a cup-like shape, and a spike beneath it. He held it firm, and as the boat neared it’s destination, he stuffed the amulet back under his breastplate.

”Steady oan kinsmen, ah’n remember, ah’re gods ah’n ah’re ancestors are watching, dunnae disappoint t’em.”

He was under no illusion they would. Of the four boats approaching the beach that held Dwarves, each one was headed by a formidable figure. One to his right was headed by Kalgrimmor, the Dwarfen diety made flesh perched one leg up upon the rim of the boat, eyeing forward with a neutral, calmed expression.

 

On the boat nearest to his on the left stood his brother, Azdal. Long had he waited for this day, since the beast ‘MOTHER’ had taken his eye and his pride. This grudge was his even more than it was Jorvin’s. Justice would be done.

 

And finally Kazrin, who for the first time in many-a-decade was dawned in the stout black plate of his clan. Aged as he may be, a Starbreaker father he still was, and would not be one to allow his sons into such a treacherous battle without him. Even now, his figure radiated a calming aura.

 

Bolts flung from ship-mounted ballisti sailed through the air as the ground crew landed, spearing the creatures and tower they protected alike. Roars emitted from the eldritch horrors as they eyed the landing force. Pouring from the boats they formed up quickly out of necessity. The Dwarven shieldwall forward, with Paladins and Druii alike on the flanks. As pike, spear, and halberd was leveled forward, they begun their advance under the rolling fire of artillery, at which point...The writhing creatures charged.

 

”Karaad.”

 

The foothills before their host burned as the Karaad’Ithring in Jorvin’s hand roared to life, roaring over beast and man alike. It’s cone of fire burned the first creature as it charged, before turning to the flank of the second. He had never used this marvel of a weapon previously, on neither human nor heretic but instead, saved it for a true fight such as the one before them. Roasted flesh was the smell of the day, the Dwarves advancing as their enemies were burned, cut, and stabbed into gored piles.

”Ardol yoth Dungrimm!” Jorvin bellowed, unlikely to be heard over the sound of flame and voidic screech. As the greatest creature yet approached, it towered over their advancing throng.

A Dragon forged from flesh, bestial in the truest definition. Jorvin did not understand the nature of their enemy, nor did he desire to. He reasoned them in his mind as servants to Khorvad, the fallen deity who lusted after their souls. That he could comprehend, and with it in mind he decided that, much like their deity, they too would fall.

 

As the creature roared to life, it bellowed it’s unholy fire down upon the host, only to meet Jorvin’s stream of fire head-on. With a firestorm soon taking place above the heads of their host, Jorvin felt the heat as he was licked by tendrils of flame. His cloak burned off his shoulders, but he did not cease the torrent of his fire until the beast’s own attack waned, virtue of his allies, though he could not tell whom staggered it. Shouldering his weapon, he decided the rest of their gathered host could handle the creature now, and with that in mind he would set off to find his brother.

 

They would meet once more upon the edge of the tear. The ground shook, threatening to toss them asunder. Luckily, none stumbled into it, and soon a rope was lowered. Kazrin looked between them his sons, and asked if they were sure. They nodded to each other, before concluding that they were.

Azdal clasped the rope, and soon went down. Jorvin followed, Warhammer clutched tightly in his free hand. Before his feet connected with anything solid, a single phrase crossed his mind.

 

”Victory or Khaz’A’Dentrumm...”

 

 

((Tune in next time for the Return of the Starbreakers

[wytch 870]

Azdal grins as he enters the void to shank the ***** that took his eye.

[DrHope 609]

The Elderly Starbreaker called out to the two beardlings as they climbed down the rope “Dun do aneh thin stupid yeh ‘ear meh boys?!” 

 

Kazrin climbed down the rope further into the blackened abyss below to which the void waited, with every step in the climb his thoughts wandered towards their fate.  Both of his sons were now venturing into another world where the laws of reality do not cling like their own.  What would happen if he didnt make it?...or worse what if his son’s died here. The remembrancer could only shake his head of such thoughts as he quickened his descent down into the void. ”Gotrek...guide my kin in t’ese darken depths”

[Nooblius 7965]

Norli sits at the Sutican docks grumbling, oblivious to what happened as he missed the boat ride to the fight.

[Evonpire 2014]

Rogal Starbreaker thinks about fortifications, accidentally falling asleep missing the boat to the fight.

[Luciloo 2680]

The Autumn Druid gives a respectful nod to the Dwedmar as they began to Descend into the Void ahead of her.

[Vermy 1484]

Horren ‘Rosebush’ Bogbelly is proud of his fellow dwed ”A s’ame oie couldn’t be t’ere ta do it meself..”