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[center][h2]Barak Kazul[/h2][/center]

They fucked with the wrong Dwarf Hold. 

Grimbold had received word overnight as he had been preparing his small army outside of Barak Kazul to set marching the next day to find any greenskins and beastman that were threatening the Manling lands. It seemed the Beastman had already given an invitation to the Dawi, having actually attacked one of their lightly armed outposts to the west. It was an affront this Dwarf could not stand. 

No one ever wanted to get on the bad side of a Dwarf, but Grimbold was a special case. He was a renowned for his ferocity in killing the lesser races of Vermin and Greenskins, and the Beastman were on that particular list. With a will that could move mountains, he set himself upon a path to wreak havoc on those Beasts that had brought about his wrath, and set his war machine in motion. Even with less than half his hold's full strength, his sizeable army of 5,000 strong would be enough.

Due to the close proximity to regions such as the Orruk lands, his army, while relatively small, was made up of veteran Greatbeards. "The throng is ready, my Thane." his Anvil Guard Captain Snorri said to him, halting his approach and standing by him in salute. It was a cool morning, just before the sun was to rise over the horizon. The smallest ember could be seen from the pipe Grimbold had in his mouth. Behind him, the southern mountain of Thundrim Kadrin loomed over his force that had just formed ranks.

The Throng moved. Five hundred Anvil Guard, five hundred Iron guard, four hundred bolter Dwarfs, four hundred Rifle Dwarfs, fifty Hammergun Dwarfs, a score of Dragonbreath infantry, a hundred rangers at the fore, two hundred Honor Guard, not to mention nearly two thousand warriors (mostly Greatbeards) with various berserkers having fallen in at the flanks. A fine force. Behind the throng there were two hundred sappers Dwarfs along with four engines of each siege weapon, a steam tank, as well as a dozen scout Gyrocopters that had just lifted off. 

As the day progressed and the throng marched tirelessly, the scout Gyrocopters began to filter back with reports of a Beastman force perhaps thrice the size of this force. Grimbold was not perturbed. In fact his grim resolve only strengthened. "Keep to open ground." he told his Captains. "We can match them in the woods, but we're not here to match them. We're here to slaughter them. Send an extra hundred warriors and Ironguard at the flank to keep us secured."
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