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The Invasion of Runnyeye (part
1) Tha gorge was dark an cold, nuttin unusal aboot that , an eery silence clung ter tha land like tha blood o' me last kill clung ter me clothes. Alone I waited, wit nuttin ter keep me company 'cept me Axe an me armour. Tha skies grew darker, an a shrill cry o' death entered me ears. Up in tha distance a small group a' tree huggers were runnin fer their lives as a swarm o' bloody mino's came upon them like tha smithin hammer on tha metal. Tha screams o' fear an death were gittin louder, yet I hesitated ter rush in an show tha might o' Brell. Them long ears be an ungrascious lot (exceptin fer me wife o' course) an I be a cautious Dwarf, an tha thought o' bein outnumbered 4 mino's ter me be a wee bit unpleasant. Tha cries became desperate pleas o' help an more than fear noo, they were cries o' certain doom. Noo, a few foolish tall folk had tha nerve ter call me caution, cowardis, I be sayin had cuz I carved them up like a Brell day feast. With a mighty war cry, I threw me caution ter tha wind an charge at tha face o' bloody death with a grin on me lips (do no ever say tha Olbin ever be scared) . Tha odds were no in me favour an quickly I was feelin tha blows o' tha mino's an thar cursed axes. The surprise o' me intial charge, had caught tha mino's unaware an was noo, wearin off, one mino less, they could no afford another surprise. Me attack had given tha flighty elves tha chance ter run, an run they did fer tha momment the beasts were occupied tha elves dissapeared an were not fer helpin. Blood spattered in me eyes, mine or tha mino's I could no tell, yit tha unrelentin force o' tha creatures did no let up. I continued me chantin ter let tha beasts know I was no scared o' death, an finally I busted threw one o' tha mino's tough defense an landed a mortal blow. Iffen anythin, tha loss o' another comrad increased thar blood lustin fer tha blows hit 'arder an before an I realized tha I may be meetin Brell this very eve. Blood covered me from head ter toe, an , with a last mighty swing I broke threw tha defenses once again ter land a mighty swing. "AXE'S HIGH!"I screamed, immersed in tha bloodlust. Suddenly, me eyes went dark, an tha gorge dissapeared, I could see no a thing an could feel less. Me body numb from tha pain an me muscles screamin fer rest, I kept swingin with a fury known only ter tha Dwarves nearin tha end o' thar glorious lives. Me axe bit inter sumthin soft. The muffled grunt from tha creature was no like tha mino's gutteral call, I was flank by tha stinkin Muddites. Within a heart beat, tha world appeard, an thar before me stood Reis Stormreaver screamin fury in a whirl o' steel an blood full in tha face o' the mino's. The odd's had gained favour fer us. ME knowin full well tha Brell was watchin me. Reis screamed, " Git back brudder, lemme take tha hits!" Bein as tired as I was a steped back an was rewarded with the presence o' Brell himself behind me. A Gust o' hot wind straight from tha Forge o' Brell carressed me battered body an me wounds dissapeared, an a second wind filled me lungs. I turned ter see Krazii Brellson lookin at me with a broad smile on his scarred face, " Looks like I saved ye again Mate! HAHAHAH!", an with tha, he too charged inter tha battle. Woe too tha blasphemous monsters noo, three fully charged an Battle hardened Dwarves barellin doon on them. No much could stand up ter an onslaught o' tha ferocity, an quickly the last o' tha bloody mino's was dispatched. Tha stinkin clay men feelin tha certain doom, turned yeller an ran fer tha hills hopin ter hide among tha rocks, but Reis was on them an bloodlusted at that, an their deaths was imminent. Later, after tha battle, sittin near tha entrance ter
tha citadel, me an me mates shared in somma Tourok's blessed holywater,
when Krazii an Reis both looked up ter me an said, " Ye ready fer
tha Gobbos??" A Tale o' might an all fer tha Hammer
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