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Lyzin Locrian wrote:

DeadlySquirrel wrote:OOC: You said Grobnik in your last post mate.

OOC: If you read my first post you'll find that Groshnik sent his brother Grobnik to go hire "The Bronze Titan" which is exactly what he was doing in the post I believe you are refering to. Groshnik however is the one leading the dwarves, I know because I made the character.

OOC: Woah, chill. I made a mistake. Soz, bro.

((so similar- why not distance names a little? IE: groshnik and durgen))

DeadlySquirrel wrote:
OOC: Woah, chill. I made a mistake. Soz, bro.

OOC: Wasn't mad, I was just trying to clear things up. The reason why their names are so similar is because they are brothers, and for whatever reason dwarves give all of their children very similar names. Anyway, we should get back to the role-play.

BIC: Groshnik watched the bridge collapsing and marveled at how delightfully effective those bombs had been. With one enemy down, and the rest forced to take the long way around, Groshnik could focus on getting the rest of the cities ready for the upcoming attack. He turned his slayers around and marched off towards Falkenhold, he was going to be busy these next few days.

The hydra caught a glimpse of their Dwarven enemy across the river and roares in fury.

"Sub-commander. Summon the Quod'fodus! the enemy shall suffer for their acts!

As a rare moment of pure rage overwhelmed the hydra, his elites skuttle away from him, terrified of his wrath, and that of the horror he was about to unleash.

From the north of The Nurgle encampment The Gilded company galloped out of the woods. "Alright hirelings, we are under pay from the Dwarves, and from the looks of it all these ugly blighters are the enemy, forth Gilded Company, he who breaks the lines first gets second share in the loot, FORTH BLACK HORSES!!!!!". With lances levelled and emerging into a wedge with Servaj in the lead the cavalry smashed into the enemy lines.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, I was being a dink and forgot about the message, sorry Lyzin, wish I could say dock it from my pay....but thats just not in character.

Wardragoon wrote:From the north of The Nurgle encampment The Gilded company galloped out of the woods. "Alright hirelings, we are under pay from the Dwarves, and from the looks of it all these ugly blighters are the enemy, forth Gilded Company, he who breaks the lines first gets second share in the loot, FORTH BLACK HORSES!!!!!". With lances levelled and emerging into a wedge with Servaj in the lead the cavalry smashed into the enemy lines.

OOC: Sorry for the delay, I was being a dink and forgot about the message, sorry Lyzin, wish I could say dock it from my pay....but thats just not in character.

OOC: No proplem Wardragoon, however you may want to get on the other side of the river, otherwise you'll be swarmed by all of our enemies.

after days of walking north Achtenon heard something. 'what is it, my lord?' asked Sethbis.
'i smell goat's..' 'goats, my lord?' 'yes, goats, priest!'
'i think it's over there in the bushes.' 'Archers!'shouted Sethbis.
the archer took their bows and opened fire at the bushes. 'look whats in there' shouted Achtenon.
some skeletons walked towards the bushes and got out three dead Gors. 'i think we might be surrounded...

My new character is Tyrion the Bold,
http://whfb.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/3/34/Tyrion2.jpg

Troops:
15 Phoenix Guard
100 spearmen
70 archers
10 Dragon Princes
10 Silver Helms
20 White Lions
1 Lion Chariot
2 Repeater Bold Throwers

Sub Commander: Temakdor the Glittering (High Elf Noble)

Suddenly a horn sounded in the Gilded Companies ranks, all cohesion lost they wheeled around routing at the enemies superior numbers fleeing for their lives into the woods.

Groshnik and his slayers finally arrived at Falkenhold. Grobnik was waiting there for them, it seems he had spread word of their arrival, the gates were open and the commander of the cities garrison was waiting there to greet them. The commander was a young man, relatively new to his position, he seemed almost uncomfortable in his new uniform. Despite his young appearance and recent promotion, the captain's hard look and many scars betrayed several years of combat experiance. "My name is Viktor Frakenvold, what news do you bring of Marienburg? I see smoke rising from the city. How do they fair?" Viktor seemed reluctant to ask, as if he already knew the answer. "The city burns, its people are slain and our enemies march towards Falkenhold. Fortunately I've blown the bridge so it will be at least eight days before we are besieged." Groshnik's answer did not seem to surprise Viktor, "Hm, we need to prepare. I'll ready the garrison." Viktor marched off towards the garrison quarters, Groshnik followed. "How many men are at your disposal?" Groshnik asked, "About 300 state troops, and twice as many milita men." "Any artillery?" "Six great cannon" "And what kind of weapons do you have?" "Our armoury is well stocked, we could easily arm a force three times our current number, and my men are trained in the use of many weapons, they can be equiped as we see fit." "Good. About 150 more of my men are on their way here now, the other 200 or so are still scattered in the nearby mountains. We're still going to need more men. Get all able bodied men from your city and pull them into the milita, that should strenghthen our numbers somewhat." "And what about all those who can't fight?" "We need to get them out of here, is there anyplace where they could go?" "I know a place. Don't worry, I'll get them out." "Alright, send messengers to all the other cities and tell them to do exactly what we are doing, odds are we won't be able to hold them off so we'll need their help if things go poorly." "What about the dwarves guarding the bridge? Do we go to aid them?". Groshnik sighed, "By the time we get there they will already be under siege, there is nothing we can do for them now. Is there anything else?" "One more thing, I hear that there is a force of high elfs somewhere nearby, perhaps we should seek their aid?". Groshnik mumbled something to himself, "Fine, send a messenger to them too!". Groshnik and Viktor stormed off together towards the garrison quarters, ready to set everything in motion.

Gobgut was driving his armies at a speed not thought possible. The dwarven fort would be in lobba range soon enough.

Snikrit sat on a rooftop in Frankenhold, observing the conversation. Infiltrating the city had been no easy task, he had been spotted twice. Luckily, his aim was true enough as to land a throwing dagger into his foes. No matter, he was in now. The sun was setting and an icy breeze began to blow, putting his fur on it's end. He shivered. Below him, Groshnk and another Dwarf were moving towards the garrison building. He pulled a long and thin sword from it's sheath and applied a deadly toxin to the blade. He followed the two across several rooftops until he found the perfect position to strike.

He leapt down, hitting the ground softly as to create as little noise as possible. He followed the two into the narrow alley.

OOC: Please use a different line when someone else is talking. Makes it a lot easier to read.

The hydra's legion were moving at a furious pace, towards the enemy, an enourmous shadow cast over them. Even the spawn quail under its balesome gaze.

Groshnik walked down the alley with Viktor.

"Why do we go this way?" he whispered to the man.

"This is the quickest route to the garrison quarters, unless you'd like to take the long way around?"

"No this is fine."

Their next few steps were stooped in silence.

"We are being followed" Viktor broke the silence.

"I know"

Groshnik had been aware even before they had entered the alley. He knew this foe, it was no mere assassin, this was Snikrit, an old enemy. Groshnik drew Myarnir from his belt, and Viktor in turn drew his sword. They turned to face their opponent.

"Snikrit, we meet again you slippery git." Snikrit seemed startled that his presence was now known, but he recovered quickly.

"Fight me Snikrit, no more cowaring in the shadows. Fight me, and let us finally put an end to this."

Groshnik stood ready to recieve Snikrit's attack, his axe gripped tightly in his hands, waiting for Snikrit to make his move.

OOC: The city is called Falkenhold, not Frankenhold.

"Good to see you again, how are the children? Still dead? Thought so." Snikrit smirked. "You owe me an eye, old man, and I intend to collect it." He leaped over the pair and turned to face their backs He struck at Grobnik before he could react, creating a deep cut on his arm. He fell to the floor, the poison worked quickly. He was in crippling agony. Snikrit lunged for the now turned Groshnik, but his blow was blocked. The Dwarf smiled at him, it was a long time since he had fought a worthy opponent.

'The Elector Count is dead, as are all his heirs.' a man with a long, grey beard said.
'All of them?' another asked.
'All of them, slaughtered by our enemies.'
Tyrion stood up.
'then I demand I get the highest command, as highest ranked person in this room.'
The assambled leaders started talking to eachother.
'We shall discuss this matter.' one of them said towards Tyrion.
As he walked out of the tent, Temakdor aproached Tyrion.
'How did it go?'
'I have gained full command.'
'Really?'
'Sort of. They surely will say yes. I speak for the Phoenix King here, after all.'

The legion were making Excellent progress. The Dwarven fort was getting hearer and nearer. Soon, much blood would be spilt.

DeadlySquirrel wrote:"Good to see you again, how are the children? Still dead? Thought so." Snikrit smirked. "You owe me an eye, old man, and I intend to collect it." He leaped over the pair and turned to face their backs He struck at Grobnik before he could react, creating a deep cut on his arm. He fell to the floor, the poison worked quickly. He was in crippling agony. Snikrit lunged for the now turned Groshnik, but his blow was blocked. The Dwarf smiled at him, it was a long time since he had fought a worthy opponent.

OOC: Groshnik isn't with Grobnik, he's with Viktor, so I guess you poisoned him instead. Also, Viktor isn't a dwarf, he's a man. Anyway back to the fight.

BIC: Groshnik was overcome with fury. He had not known Viktor for long, but he had grown attached to the man, and Snikrit's cocky grin was just to much for Groshnik. With a mad cry of anger, he fell upon the skaven scum. At first Groshnik's attacks did little other then amuse Snikrit, but as Snikrit grew tired, and Groshnik's rage grew, Snikrit was finding it hard to keep up with the frenzied dwarf. Suddenly Snikrit's guard dropped, and Groshnik imediately took advantage, manageing to cut the tip of Snikrit's tail clean off, forceing him to drop the dagger he had clutched in it. Surprised Snikrit leapt back from Groshnik. He now stood several feet away from him, stareing in shock at where the tip of his tail had been. Groshnik's rage subsided somewhat, the rat's displeasure made him laugh.

"Not so cocky now eh?!"

Before the rat could respond Groshnik was on him again, showering him in yet another furious storm of death.

OOC: Sorry about that. I'm terrible with names.

BIC: Snikrit barely dodged the flurry of blows from his nemesis. With the tip of his tail missing, he was at a severe disadvantage. He could only hold two blades now, and he wasn't used to it. But all he needed to do was cut the Dwarf, and he would be dead within an hour. That is, unless someone cured him.

Snikrit pressed the attack once more, striking repeatedly against his foe. Without the third dagger though, he couldn't get round the Dwarf's defences. He dropped back. Both combatants were tiring. A surge of pain went through him as he remembered about his tail. The Dwarf owed him more than an eye now. He spat on the floor. His saliva was bloody. He leapt forward once more, splitting the axe of the Dwarf with the sheer force of his blow, but even with halfan axe the Dwarf defended himself successfully.

As the fight playes out, cunning skaven against brutal dwarf, the silent figure on the rooftops crouches motionless, watching the scene play out. It has the body of a bloated chaos warrior, but the head and arm of some foul plague-beast, the moonlight reflecting off its glistening armour.

The orcs now slowed, aware of the following force and now in lobba range.

The legion were very near to their target now; the dwarven fort. In the time it took them to get to their current location, the hydra had summoned reinforcements in the form of several more demon-kin from the north. The forsaken. They now swarmed around the main force, waiting impatiently for some enemies to kill.

The orcs stat back and watched the hydra forces waste there time on the dwarven fort on the far side of the river. Still bombarding the fort to make a weakness in the walls of the great fort.

Tears, tears were forming in Groshnik's eyes. Myarnir, his families axe, the one that had been used by the Grungersuns for over 900 years, was broken in two. How could he have let this happen, this axe was as much a part of the clan as he was, and he let some rat brake it in half. Yet another failure. Groshnik could not undo what had already been done, but he could make Snikrit pay for it. Now more ferocious than ever, Groshnik sent blow after blow at the traitorous skaven scum. With each strike Snikrit's defence relented just a little, and Groshnik showed no sign of slowing. Eventually Snikrit fumbled and Groshnik sent one of his daggers flying down the alley, it landed several feet behind Groshnik. But Groshnik also let his guard down, and Snikrit took advantage of this and knocked Myarnir out of Groshnik's hand. Now that Groshnik was defenceless, Snikrit got ready to deliver the killing blow, but before he could seize the moment Groshnik's fist was in his face. Dazed and confused, Snikrit stumbled backwards, his dagger slipping from his paw and fell onto the ground, and Snikrit followed soon after. Groshnik was panting hard, that fight had really drained him, but it wasn't done yet. Groshnik retrieved Myarnir and gripped it tightly. He stood over Snikirit, his breathing heavy and his mind filled with thoughts of vengeance. Now he could finally finish this.

The skulker watches as the fight unfolds, skaven against dwarf, a fetid grin on its face. The Spawn-thing enjoyed watching the mortals fight over such petty, petty things. It utters a quiet, gutteral laugh, only to go quiet, afraid of being heard.

'The Dwarves have gone for too long. Send the Dragon Princes and Silver Helsm towards them.'
'Yes sir.'
Tyrion mounted Malhandir, his horse. It was time to claim command. After all, everything would have to be ready for when the ship arrived..

thenoobbomb wrote:'The Dwarves have gone for too long. Send the Dragon Princes and Silver Helsm towards them.'
'Yes sir.'
Tyrion mounted Malhandir, his horse. It was time to claim command. After all, everything would have to be ready for when the ship arrived..

OOC: What do you mean by The Dwarves have gone for too long?

Lyzin Locrian wrote:

thenoobbomb wrote:'The Dwarves have gone for too long. Send the Dragon Princes and Silver Helsm towards them.'
'Yes sir.'
Tyrion mounted Malhandir, his horse. It was time to claim command. After all, everything would have to be ready for when the ship arrived..

OOC: What do you mean by The Dwarves have gone for too long?

Tyrion hasn't seen you for a fair amount of thime, and hasn't heard anything about them.

The orcs now charged in mass the dwarven defenders were falling now, the could not stand for long under this kind of attack, they were to far from any reinforcements.

Having been waiting back for their orc allies to make progress, the Hydra's legion charges the Dwarven defenders, tearing them apart with talon, tentacle and sword.