Clan Grimblade was an ancient bloodline who could trace their ancestry back to the ancestor gods themselves. The Clan called the halls of Karak Kadrin home. Gortock was a young dawi at the age of thirty but was of massive build his beard was dark brown as was his short cropped hair. Hazel eyes showed through his helm and a deep voice like grating stones bellowed out when ever he spoke. Though young Gortock was being next in line to lead the Clan chosen by his Grandfather and current Clan Leader Thane Gorrund Grimblade. Gorrund was a Longbeard of over six hundred fifty years old he was one of the eldest members of the clan and its most veteran warrior. He saw great promise in his First born grandson Gortock but the young dwarf had a mighty fire in him that he had a hard time controlling. The ancient Thane new this would someday be a problem unless he could teach the young warrior to control his rage.....
It was early spring and the snow covered passes through the mountains had just started to melt. The Slayer King Ungrim Ironfist himself had given the Grimblades the honor of being the first clan to leave the great city and trade with the Empire's outpost as well as checking for any signs of danger the ultimate goal was to reach kislev and the great city of Kislev. It had been a silent winter as far as Grobi raids were concerned and the king new something was amiss. The Slayer King was not the only one to feel this way though so mighty Gorrund ordered half of his clans great warriors to acompany his merchants three hundred warriors as well as sixty thunderers were to escort the hundred merchants to Kislev and back safely. Thane Gorrund Grimblade leader of his clan,longbeard, wielder of the Mighty rune axe known as the Grimblade, as well as a veteran of hundreds of battles was leading the expedition himself and was bring his grandson with him. Hopefully the journey and the countless danger on the road would help stem his inner forge.
Two weeks Later over four hundred dwarves of Clan Grimblade marched out of the mighty gates of Karak Kadrin each warrior was wearing master crafted gromril armor. Gorrund had his bodyguard of ten longbeard each a proven warrior and a friend. Gortock was given command of thirty warriors himself. This was Gortock true first command. He had of course led small goblin hunting parties and even a few smaller units in battle but this was his first time having this many lives in his hands. The young dwarf was however only slightly nervous for how could any enemy hope to stand against this mighty host.
The first few weeks were slow and uneventful. The worst thing that had happen was one of the ponies pulling a cart and slipped and broken its leg. Not a single Grobi or even bandit had been seen. At each village and outpost the merchants made much gold and the resident sof every holding had said the same thing. Not a single Greenskin or bandit had been seen since the fall. Young Gortock grew more and more angry with each village. " How could he prove himself a capable leader with no enemies to battle!" he thought angrily to himself. Gorrund also seemed to grow more and more agitated with each town. The lack of bandits wa sone thing but not a single Grobi being spotted in months...... something was wrong and the Thane knew it.
A week later and almost of out the Worlds Edge Mountains the convoy was called to a Halt. Gortock with his warriors in tow approach his Grandfather. "What is worng my Thane" Gortock asked in his deep voice. "Silence Lad! Can ye not sense it... We are surrounded by Grobi..." The Ancient Thane said in a low tone. As the Last word left his lips though the waiting Greenskin scum lost control and charged!! with a Mighty roar over a Thousand Orcs and Goblins and even a few trolls charged the Dawi Line. Each Warrior of Clan Grimblade was a Veteran fighter and before the Grobi even made it half way the Dwarves had formed a shield wall with the Merchants and thunderers behind them. The hundred merchants quickly armed themselves with axes hammers and their crossbows.
The Greenskin horde was rapidly approaching and a mere hundred feet away the first few ranks were downed by the mixed fire of guns and crossbow. Before the enemy reached the line three more volleys were fired in rapid succession. With a soundless battle cry Gortock withstood the mighty charge of the greenskins as did his clan brothers. His axe was like lightning and every time it hit a orc a limb flew away with each mighty strike strike. Taking a moment he stole a glance towards his grandfather. The Thane seemed like a god of war and his bodyguard angels of death. Every swing of the mighty Axe Grimblade sent a orc's or goblin's broken body flying away. With a loud roar he cleaved a trolls head from its body in one powerful swing.
Knowing that his Grandfather was more than capable of defending himself Gortock once more threw himself into the battle. Axe blows killing any enemy that dared to come near. The sheer number of the Greenskin horde was taking its toll on the Dawi forces and slowly a few dwarves at a time the dwarven forces were starting to dwindle. Unable to match the Skill of the Thane and his guard the warriors around him had been forced back to keep the shield wall strong. Fully in the Battle Gorrund had not realized this. A Massive Orc Chieftan with several trolls and black orcs in tow forged their way towards the Thane. Seeing the coming Threat Gorrund Roared his Battle Cry " For Clan Grimblade and Honor!!!!!" before throwing himself deeper into the fray his few remaining men in tow he cleaved a path to the Orc Chieftan. There Hundreds of feet from the safety of the Dwarven Line Gorrund Grimblade battled the Giant orc one on one His men fighting off any Grobi or troll that tried to enter the fight.
Blocking a Mighty Blow from the Orc's Giant Choppa the Thane swung his Ruin Axe at the Grobi scum cleaving its hand from its wrist. Gorrund limped towards the wounded orc ready to finish him not noticing that the last of his guards had fallen nor did he seem to notice the horde coming at him on all sides........ Just as his axe bit into the flesh of the Orc Chieftan's neck he was burried under a mountain of troll flesh.... The Last time Gortock saw his Grandfather The Mighty Thane had a goblin dagger in his chest and was fighting off several trolls.
Watching as the Great Thane Gorrund Grimblade fell his clan warriors gave a mighty roar of anger. One voice was louder than the rest...... Breathing Hard Gortock Dropped his shield and quickly grabbed another axe. Dual wielding two gromril axes he jumped into the battle alone. Behind him his Clan brothers tried to fill the gap he left to no avail and quickly the Grobi forces made good use of this and broke through the dwarven lines......
Young Gortock Grimblade was unaware of this he was now just a killing machine. Anything that drew close he slew. Splitting skulls and cleaving limbs from bodies were ever he went. The young warrior had fully fallen into his rage just as his grandfather had feared. Behind him the dwarven forces ahd managed to group up again now even the merchants were fighting in melee combat. Still dwarves were dying even with the shield wall formed up again. Somehting had ot be done quickly or else all would die.
As he fought his way to the body of his grandfather a horn sounded in the distance though he took no note of it. Finally finding were his grandfather had fallen surrounded by the bodies of his men and many many orcs and trolls lied the body of the Great Thane. Standing above the body Gortock let loose a roar of anger and pain that could be heard above the sound of battle. Now he would me his final stand defending the body of his grandfather Gortock made ready for death in battle.....
Picking up the Mighty Axe in one hand that had been forged by the first members of his Clan and wielding a single blade axe in the other Gortock cut down any Grobi that came near. The Rune axe cut through the Greenskins like a nothing he had ever experienced before. The Runes on the Axe were ablaze and a sis rage grew the runes grew brighter! With Each kill Gortock felt stronger! Finally though the sounds of dwarven war horns made it to his. As the Grobi started to fall back Gortock could finally see who the saviors of his men were.
Mighty red and orange crested warriors flew past him. None even stopped to speak the Troll Slayer horde had one goal..... To kill the enemy. Chasing the remnants of the Horde away the last of the Slayers disappeared into the mounts after their glorious dooms. Falling to his knees no longer able to stand next to the body of his grandfather he just stayed there in a daze. He looked over to the remnants of his Clans army less than a hundred dwarves survived......... Surrounding them was a mountain of grobi bodies. Gortock looked at the members of his Clan and knew this was his fault. If he hadn't broken from the shield wall they would have held longer and many lives would have been spared that day.
Making sure to find each dwarves body the Now much smaller dwarven army made its way back to Karak Kadrin. After Counting the Dead and finally ready to once more march Gortock finally took a count of his surviving and wounded kin...... Only Thirty of the three hundred warriors remained of his thirty men only ten remained. Of the sixty Thunderers twenty survived the battle and of the hundred merchants thirty five made it home. All told the host of four hundred ninety five dawi made it back to the Karak.
After Informing the Slayer King of his Failure Gortock made his way to the shrine of Grimnir....... Before entering the Shrine he was met by ten dwarves. They were the remnants of his fighters. Staring his men in the eye they nodded at each other and took the slayer oath together. His men had sworn to serve him and die by him..... His disshonor was also theirs. With Freshly shaved heads and newly dyed beards the newly tattooed band of eleven slayers left Karak Kadrin.....
To regain their honor in death!!
Edited by gortock grimblade, 29 March 2012 - 02:16 AM.