Magnar Grimlokson looked out over the carnage. It had been a hard fought victory and the Orb pulsated and crackled in his hands its corrupting power was dissipating around him but he knew it couldn't infect his mind - Dwarfs were not affected by such things. Magnar knew that betraying the Wood Elves was essential, if the Elves had grasped the Orb they would have most likely kept it and eventually lost it to the dark powers, Elves were not to be trusted...
Magnar
held the Orb up high, and prepared to smash its delicate frame on the hard
earth. "Such a small trinket, such dark purpose - but now it must be
extinguished," Magnar said as he closed his eyes and whispered a
protective rune.
"Sire,"
a panicked Dwarf shouted!
Magnar
opened his eyes and glared as a thunderous explosion ripped across the ground
where one of his Gyrocopters had been grounded.
"Skaven...
The true owners have shown their face. Dawi, form ranks and prepare for
battle!"
Magnar
wrapped the Orb away and unloaded his axe; the Skaven will have to be
extinguished before this day was out. How could he have remained blind not to
realise that the Skaven had created this device, but why were there other races
fighting for its influence. He realised then that these were answers that
needed answering and in such dark times, any form of threat could put the
Dwarfen race at danger of extinction.
Grimm
turned and headed into the fray as his warriors began culling their verminous
foes that beset them from all sides. "We will avenge a Grudge today",
Magnar grunted.
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