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 THESURI / ARGRIMS SIEGE

The screeches of terror were many as the flames licked and bit the filthy ratkin, burning their dirty fur or even igniting the myriad oozes and liquids coating their makeshift armor. In other places the flames distinguished friend from foe as the dwarves embraced the pain and healing simultaneously to unite with their Kings brave march. As a single mind they sang the Ballad of Gazra Starcrusher, hero of the stone city below who singlehandedly held the line against a host of 6 armed demons. 
They drew strength from their legends and turned it to that stubborn determination to overcome and survive as they always had. None sang louder than King Cragshield.

The rats ignored the bees as best they could, but with the swarm harassing the backline it was all too easy for them to idly swat one of the nuisances away. Only to catch a blade in their chest as the Dwarves easily seized the attack of opportunity. The other defenders took care to leave the Greenskin, a fury unlike any they had seen, and the werewolf as much room as possible while still trying to keep the filthy Raki from swarming their flank.

Victory was only a small distance away. Grendricks mighty roar again proved the most effective, the overwhelming lossed were piling high about the rats and they could not ignore it. Numbers were failing and defenders were not falling! 
The howl of the Lycanthrope echoed deep and long throughout the smooth stoneways of the Dwarven fortress, even to the heart of the Skaven commanders deep in the tunnels. They secreeted feat and shock but would not relent.
Not with their victory all but assured.
None could hear the march of the [url=http://www.vermintide.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Stormvermin_Patrol_Featured.png]Stormvermin[/url] over the werewolfs unearthly cry. Armed with exquisite steel armor over boiled leather and wielding long finely crafted steel spears or halberds, the elite enforcers of the Skaven empire emerged from the darkness in mass. A tidal wave of polished steel and fury they came, cutting down their own allies without mercy until finally clashing with the Dwarven phalanx hard.

Weapons bounced off their armor, their spears cut through armor like paper. All of them were focused on a singular task with unwavering determination even in the face of a werewolf or King Cragshield. 
As if the gods themselves planned the fall of these proud beings, the second phase of the attack had begun. The breach was much smaller in comparison to the main forces entry, with this new tunnel on the opposite side of the throne room crumbling from chaos magic to open a hole large enough for 2 rats side by side to pour out of. But the creatures flooding out were not clan rats or storm vermin.
A half dozen black furred killers funneled out with precision. Garbed in black with no armor, these assailants wielded sharpened steel daggers and swords in eother hand. [url=http://maitre.dragon.free.fr/images/warhammer/bestiaire/66.jpg]Assassins[/url]. More agile than anything on the field, these beasts charged out of their hole in an instant to cover the ground between them and the party. 
Blades flashed and blood spilled as the nearest dwarves turned too late to defnd themselves, their necks neatly cut as the shadows flew past them. 

King Cragshield roared in pain as the tip of a longsword poked him hard in the shoulder, cutting through his armor and chainmail to draw blood. A wide ring had been cleared for just him, cut off from his allies, as a rat easily Grendricks size sauntered through the opening. Obsidian plate armor decorated his chest and arms, leg plating etched into screaming faces adorned his legs, with skills lining his waist. It wielded a black longsword to match. 
The ratkin commanding the stormvermin had come.