Fookin' Rain
by Grimcrag Gobsmusher

Grimcrag sat high above the water on his rocky perch, his eyes straining to catch a glimpse of his target through the rain. He no longer felt the cold sting of the rain as it hit his face and trickled down his back.

He couldn’t even remember what it felt like to be dry. Damn accursed rain. It seems as though the second he entered this godforsaken Dagnor’s Cauldron, Karana had it out for him.

Looking down at the water below, the Dwarf watched as the waves hurled themselves with furious intensity into the craggy rocks far below. He let out a great sigh as he spotted yet another Aqua Goblin Shaman burst from the murky water and climb up onto the rocks.

The creature had a greenish tint to it’s slimy skin and it shone with an unholy aura. Grimcrag watched as the creature summoned it’s power and was engulfed in magical energy. As he stared at the unholy creature before him the hatred started to build deep within him. His grip on his mace tightened as he remembered the suffering such creatures have caused him in his past.

The creature brought back the pain in the memory of his brothers death as he watched helplessly while the beast had raised its crude war axe high above its head and brought it down upon his brothers skull.

With this last burning thought Grimcrag stood up straight, as a bolt of lightning shot forth from the dark sky illuminating the whole of the Cauldron. The goblin flinched from the sudden intensity of the light and looked up to where Grimcrag stood.

Then the Shaman knew fear, for it had heard of the one such as this. Tales were told around the Goblin campfires of this one who had entered the Cauldron dressed in armor that shone like the sun and had started ruthlessly slaughtering any of his kindred it came across. The Dwarf-thing's armor shone brightly through the haze of the falling rain and it hurt the goblin’s eyes to look directly at it.

Grimcrag met the goblin’s gaze as the fury started to consume him. He could not hold it in check any longer. With a loud roar that echoed throughout the crevices of the Cauldron the Dwarf summoned Brell’s power. Green bubbles sprang forth from his clenched hands as he summoned the power to enstill the goblin. The goblin yelped in surprise as powerful roots shot forth from the ground and entwined the goblin’s legs.

The goblin raised its hands to it’s unholy god and Grimcrag felt the cold sting as a spirt of the frost slammed its power against him. He shrugged it off with little effort. The dour Cleric was then covered in a dull red aura as he called upon Brell Serilis to strike this infernal creature down with His wrath. The goblin was by a globe of pure red magical energy and it howled in pain as the power of Brell coursed throughout it’s body.

The power faded and left the goblin in a sad state. Blood ran freely from the creature’s nose and mouth. It was down on both knees as if worshipping Grimcrag. The creature, to Grimcrag’s surprise, raised itself from the kneeling position and stood and called upon it’s power once again and this time fire engulfed Grimcrag.

He felt the hair on his neck get singed and the heat of the blast, but this creature’s feeble attempts could not bring the mighty Cleric of Brell down. Grimcrag called upon Brell Serilis for one last time and the creature was yet again engulfed in the holy cleansing energy of the Lord of Underfoot. The Shaman’s death howl echoed out across the Cauldron.

Then all went silent as the goblin collapsed into a heap as it’s life force left it.

Grimcrag whispered a prayer to Brell, thanking him for his victory and slowly felt the blood-rage leave him. Sitting down upon the cold hard rock once again, the weary Dwarf went back to his watchful vigil.

And still, the rain fell...

Grimcrag Gobsmusher