Melkor troubles. (Canon)
(A little side story/ omakethat focuses on a kazad manning the melkor outpost/fort, also to hopefully add a boost to any rolls involving it)
melkor troubles.
Third/First person Pov: a Kazad named Dwaed.
Dwaed stared nervously in the dark tunnel, his feet on the stone wall firm, next to him, a dawi, one of their rangers Daraurd, took a sip of ale calmly, an attack was coming any minute, it was a miracle any of the rangers escaped after the scouting mission regarding the drakes went wrong, now practically every damn urk in these tunnels knew of the forts exitance, or at least, most of them.
"steady lad, when those orcs come calling, panic will do you no favors" Daraurd Truemark said calmly, he looked over in surprise, but it was soon gone, the long beard of the ranger told him everything, the Dawi have a highly respect their elders, or Longbeards, as they called them, due to their age and experience, he would commonly hear the Dawi elders grumble, and by Durin did they enjoy grumbling, ranging from how about back in their day, the Grobi where bigger and stronger back in their day, and how the current stock of ale isn't as strong as it used to be.
having drunken many kegs of Dawi ale sense he moved to Karak Lhune, he briefly wonders on how strong their ales where if their elders where grumbling over the current strength of the stock, but regardless, the elder next to him spoke true, panic wont do him good when the orcs attack.
he steadied his breathing and peered into the gloomily lit darkness of the tunnel.
TWANG!
he heard a crossbow sound and watched as the bolt vanished into the dark...followed by the pained shout of an orc, followed by a thud...and soon cries of anger and war echoed out from the darkness.
"READY YOURSELVES YA BEARDLINGS! THE GROBI ARE COMING!" Daraurd shouted as he reloaded his crossbow, following suit, he aimed his own crossbow down and fired it at the first urk he saw, his shout rang true and the charging urk was sent tumbling dead, and soon more shots followed, and more urks perished under the barrage of bolts.
reloading as quickly as he can, he aimed and fired again, another urk dead, he looked to his side briefly and the elder Dawi was already on what must be his 12th crossbow bolt.
inspired, he narrowed his eyes and chose to focus on shooting, more urks fell dead as he shot as fast as he could, soon however, the urks where at the walls.
he was on his 10th shot when an urk popped its head out in-front of him with a roar, without even a moments hesitation, he fired and the urk fell off the wall with a bolt lodged in its head.
looking around, he saw similar scenarios happening across the wall as urks crawled on the stone work, hungry for the blood of dwarfs.
putting his crossbow on his back, he drew his hammer and shield, as an urk jumped onto the wall, it swung its rusted blade at him, acting fast, he blocked the shoddy blade and watched it shatter on his shield, the urk could only look in shock, something he was more than happy to take advantage of, thinking fast, he bashed the wretched thing with his shield, before fully knocking it off the wall with his hammer, the falling urk hitting another urk behind it, sending both to their deaths.
he looked around and saw his kin and the dawi engaging in melee combat with the urks, and to his relief, it was going poorly for this band urks as their foul blood decorated the walls, not a speck of dwarf blood gracing the battlements.
looking back at the elder ranger, he watched as the veteran swung his great axe in an wide swing, decapatainting orcs who just peeked over the wall, and severing the legs of what looked to be the commander of these urks, the creatures wailing was soon cut short as Daraurd buried his axe into its chest.
soon the sounds of battle grew silent, all the urks have been slaughtered to the last, "send out rangers to gather what intact bolts that can be recovered, this nights only beginning, be ready my kin! if this status of these urks was anything to go by, this was but a probing attack, sending their fodder to test our metal" he heard Kaz shout and he soon felt a grip on his shoulder.
"come lad, the grobi leave little breathing room, so lets get this done fast" the elder said and he nodded.
when this night is done, he's helping himself to the ale, the tricky part is making sure the elder Dawi don't catch this and try to plundered it before he does...
(Enjoy lads, not my finest but I hope you enjoy it)
melkor troubles.
Third/First person Pov: a Kazad named Dwaed.
Dwaed stared nervously in the dark tunnel, his feet on the stone wall firm, next to him, a dawi, one of their rangers Daraurd, took a sip of ale calmly, an attack was coming any minute, it was a miracle any of the rangers escaped after the scouting mission regarding the drakes went wrong, now practically every damn urk in these tunnels knew of the forts exitance, or at least, most of them.
"steady lad, when those orcs come calling, panic will do you no favors" Daraurd Truemark said calmly, he looked over in surprise, but it was soon gone, the long beard of the ranger told him everything, the Dawi have a highly respect their elders, or Longbeards, as they called them, due to their age and experience, he would commonly hear the Dawi elders grumble, and by Durin did they enjoy grumbling, ranging from how about back in their day, the Grobi where bigger and stronger back in their day, and how the current stock of ale isn't as strong as it used to be.
having drunken many kegs of Dawi ale sense he moved to Karak Lhune, he briefly wonders on how strong their ales where if their elders where grumbling over the current strength of the stock, but regardless, the elder next to him spoke true, panic wont do him good when the orcs attack.
he steadied his breathing and peered into the gloomily lit darkness of the tunnel.
TWANG!
he heard a crossbow sound and watched as the bolt vanished into the dark...followed by the pained shout of an orc, followed by a thud...and soon cries of anger and war echoed out from the darkness.
"READY YOURSELVES YA BEARDLINGS! THE GROBI ARE COMING!" Daraurd shouted as he reloaded his crossbow, following suit, he aimed his own crossbow down and fired it at the first urk he saw, his shout rang true and the charging urk was sent tumbling dead, and soon more shots followed, and more urks perished under the barrage of bolts.
reloading as quickly as he can, he aimed and fired again, another urk dead, he looked to his side briefly and the elder Dawi was already on what must be his 12th crossbow bolt.
inspired, he narrowed his eyes and chose to focus on shooting, more urks fell dead as he shot as fast as he could, soon however, the urks where at the walls.
he was on his 10th shot when an urk popped its head out in-front of him with a roar, without even a moments hesitation, he fired and the urk fell off the wall with a bolt lodged in its head.
looking around, he saw similar scenarios happening across the wall as urks crawled on the stone work, hungry for the blood of dwarfs.
putting his crossbow on his back, he drew his hammer and shield, as an urk jumped onto the wall, it swung its rusted blade at him, acting fast, he blocked the shoddy blade and watched it shatter on his shield, the urk could only look in shock, something he was more than happy to take advantage of, thinking fast, he bashed the wretched thing with his shield, before fully knocking it off the wall with his hammer, the falling urk hitting another urk behind it, sending both to their deaths.
he looked around and saw his kin and the dawi engaging in melee combat with the urks, and to his relief, it was going poorly for this band urks as their foul blood decorated the walls, not a speck of dwarf blood gracing the battlements.
looking back at the elder ranger, he watched as the veteran swung his great axe in an wide swing, decapatainting orcs who just peeked over the wall, and severing the legs of what looked to be the commander of these urks, the creatures wailing was soon cut short as Daraurd buried his axe into its chest.
soon the sounds of battle grew silent, all the urks have been slaughtered to the last, "send out rangers to gather what intact bolts that can be recovered, this nights only beginning, be ready my kin! if this status of these urks was anything to go by, this was but a probing attack, sending their fodder to test our metal" he heard Kaz shout and he soon felt a grip on his shoulder.
"come lad, the grobi leave little breathing room, so lets get this done fast" the elder said and he nodded.
when this night is done, he's helping himself to the ale, the tricky part is making sure the elder Dawi don't catch this and try to plundered it before he does...
(Enjoy lads, not my finest but I hope you enjoy it)
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