ManoftheNorth

Enter Pandora's Labyrinth... if you dare! [GM-narrated, Character Arcs spawning Sandbox influenced by Fallen London]

Is this still open for new players?

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

At last, it seemed the team was working to push against the forces, however..

The forces were more misleading than any real tactic could ever be in a situation like this, and the disguise was perfect for the Skaven. As quickly as they had appeared they disappeared, the Assassins were nowhere to be find among their kin. The Stormvermin were immense and pushing back the dwarves slowly but surely as they engaged from all fronts ont eh crumbling line. The black-furred Skaven that had jumped the backline were nowhere in the chaos of it all to even the most well trained eye. But they were still present in their own misguiding holes of subterfuge.

The first to make their appearance was among the boldest and one of the most outwardly thinking assassins the Skaven had at their disposal. This fact was shown in the assassin's movement upon Ayse. Her flames were bellowing forth like waves over the battlefield for a time, however even such a move as that didn't detour this filthy rat. The assassin pulled a satchel from it's belt as it darted behind the mage and then chucked a handful of powder from inside the satchel towards the fire-wreathed Magi. The powder instantly swelled in the air and collided with the flames only to reveal the death of the ambitious heat. The flames diminished and fizzled as the powder seemed to smoke out the flames instantly in a window large enough that a Rat Ogre could traipse though but instead the assassin launched a trio of poisoned daggers at Ayse with relative ease and all the while the Skaven strafed to the mage's right side. He wielded a crude war-axe that was honed like a serrated butcher's knife, but it was lightweight and agile, the unique curvature of the handle made the axe a weapon to watch as it was spun and whipped about the Skaven's hand. This tactic would all but set her off-kilter and off-focus, her magic would be interrupted and her ability to react to the nature of it all would be slow. The Skaven was a brilliant combatant and was taking his opponent's weakness into accord with great benefit. Although this wasn't the only threat to Ayse, for the assassins were know for opening windows and where there is an open window a rat is sure to sneak in, this is where the numbers the Skaven held were always powerful, and the truth to the saying was proven as two Stormvermin Skaven warriors charged at Ayse with their armo strong and their halberds well aimed.

The second of the assassin's was more of an opportunistic skirmisher than an assassin, paired with his pair of devilish looking swords that curved ever so subtle across the fore-neck of the blade's edge and into a back-hook for disarming. This Skaven was an ideal duelist and while most would expect the nature of a duelist to seek another duelist, Skaven weren't so kind and honor-bound. This foul retch dove and glided beneath the shadows of his allies before finally reaching his target. The Rat all but licked his lips in anticipation as he ambushed the Elf, Fariha, from behind and instantly locked his left hook inside the lower arm of her bow. His leverage and surprise made it easy for him to begin prying the bow away from her, and her fight for it would have to be strong if she intended to keep her weapon, but as he tugged at the weapon he also thrusted thrice like a mice with his right sword towards her center mass. He was a skaven with a disgusting degree of finesse that was almost more unsettling than his smell. While he was a Skaven, he was by no means weak and she would never easily retrieve her bow, or avoid his attacks, at the same time due to her injured leg. She would have to make a dire choice of more injury or her primary weapon. She was surrounded by a flood of lesser Skaven kin and taken advantage of all at the same time, and time was something she was losing quick, she had to make her judgment call and soon.

The third of the assassins popped up only for a moment to unleash a rather pin-point arrow fro a bow retrieved off the field, the arrow's mark was odd however as it flew through the air and was planted at Sylvia's feet. The action wasn't a miss, rather the Skaven gave a chuckle after watching it land at her feet with a loud clank against the stone floor. The Skaven then became unseen as it seemed to vanish and disappeared, Sylvia would certainly need to keep her wits about her now as the Skaven assassin marked her for death and with her surrendering her armor she would be much more easily indisposed. It was mere seconds after the event and already she was met with an opponent as they war raged on around her, but it wasn't the assassin though for rather it was a trio of Stormvermin that were moving in to close the lapsing dwarven flanks. All this time Sylvia had been oblivious to the deaths of a handful of dwarves near her position and now she was faced with three heavily armored warrior Rats. They weren't clanrats, they weren't cannon fodder, and they weren't idiots because they immediately surrounded her and left no gaps for her to escape. The two in front of her taunting her with squeaks and chattering fangs while the one behind her gave off an ear-piercing skaven whistle before cat-calling her sarcastically. The first to her left wielded one of the many Halberds among their ranks, the one to her right hefted a large kite shield and began to wind up the weight of it's spiked flail, while the third behind her was boasting a pair of mighty war-axes that looked like they could fell a tree a piece with a single swipe. She was certainly in for a real fight, as the flail-wielding Skaven pushed into her front harder, he was winding up and emphasized the start up of an attack, but without her knowledge he feinted his attack and the Skaven with the Halberd jabbed his long weapon from behind and under the shield of it's frontline comrade to stab at Sylia, aiming for her chest with ease, she was given little wiggle room, should she back-step the long range weapon she would enter the chopping block of the skaven behind her, and side-stepping would leave her open to a million and one opportunities for the Skaven, she would need to be wise and careful less her choice to leave her armor behind become her death-bringing Achilles's heel.

The fourth and final black-furred assassin reared it drooling head, but not to the party or the dwarves. It chattered and snickered to a group of clan-rats and slinked behind them in their shadows as they rushed and sprinted their own demise against Marianne's Mantis. They numbered a dozen or more as they flung their bodies at the giant insect with careless nature. They were killed off easily but slowly to the lack of more arms, and this caused the Skaven to be able to swell around it's legs, their misshapen and crude weapons impacting it's exoskeleton and being swung at it's leg joints. All the while the fourth assassin was right under Marianne's nose and she never knew it, not until the stench was so bad she swore it was right behind her...

"Peekaboo! I was hiding!" The Skaven cried out in surprise to her before she could even turn to face her attacker. The Skaven assassin had slinked through it's brethern and then snaked it's way up the Mantis' body like a moving ladder with ease. The silent rat never even gave a hint of it's presence until his body odor gave him away to Marianne's olfactoy senses, however for someone like her it wasn't a trained reaction. This meant she was faced with a sheer ambush, her body and mind unready for this type of flanking and attack, it was an astounding feat for someone to pull off such a precise and unique ambush, and this deranged rat loved it! He cackled like a mouse with a cheese wheel before drawing his pair of deadly daggers. They gleamed with a thick and pugent poison that would surely lay waste to a petite gal like Marianne if they so much as brushed her with their edge. She would have to act insane to escape her even more demented pursuer. By the time she could turn, she would see that instantly the Skaven had launched both blades like a pair of scissors to cross against her neck. The Mantis, despite it's size, isn't a marvelous platform for combat and this was her own decision. She planted herself in one of the most awkward combat zones and the Skaven had a clear advantage with it's familiarity to uneven and odd combat floors. Their digit-grade legs give them superior support and balance, as well as their tails add to the balance, on uneven and interestingly mapped platforms. She would surely find herself either fighting back or surrendering to the ground beneath her and fleeing.. if she could make it past the swarm of Skaven under her.

DnD/ESO esque party adventure anyone?

@RumikoOhara
I was curious if you would remember me or not, honestly. I can't exactly recall the Rp's myself, but it is good to see you again.

DnD/ESO esque party adventure anyone?

Same, I am also versed in D&D knowledge, as well as Elder Scrolls lore. I agree entirely on the stereotyping, that and the fact so many these days all wanna play edge-lord assassins. It kills me to no end.

DnD/ESO esque party adventure anyone?

I am interested in this, I have tons of character ideas ready for this type of Roleplay.

@Tokwa What races are allowed?

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Grendrick had enjoyed the cries of his foes, the results of his howl were plenty and inspiring of prideful nature for the Lupine. However under the guise of this howl many new threats marched and made their way into the presence of combat, the rats were many in numbers and the Dwarves were being picked off little by little as they tried to hold back the foul vermin. This effort was failing under the pressure of the new foes however, these new armored Rats forced weaknesses in the Dwarven lines and presented greater challenge than their lesser trained kin. It was bleak at beast for the present, to many of the short-folk, but Grendrick was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He reveled in the gathering of stronger prey, of more powerful enemies, of the dangerous granted to him for furious behavior.

Grendrick was still near King Cragshield, unable to move and aid him in time of his injuries, but plenty able to swath away the normal ratkin before turning to the stout dwarf with a seemingly evil chuckle.

"New Rats, old tricks. Come Dwarf, it is time I show you how to fight!" Grendrick then growled to the large Rat-Commander as it snarled and stared down the King with a desire to end the Dwarf's life. Grendrick acted hastily without much concern for the consent of the King of the Dwarves. He uproared his body and matched the commander in a display of size and power, but then the mighty Lupine hoisted the Dwarf by the collar of his armor and planted the short-folk on his back. The angry wolf than smirked in a wicked, beastial, way that only one such as himself could do as he tore out on all fours towards the mighty Commander. The duo were now jousting the Skaven Commander like a peasant and the Ratkin would have to be more wary than before as they pair seemed to meld rather quickly.

The King of the Dwarves, Cragshield, planted his feet firmly on Grendrick's back and tightly wound his shield hand into the thick fur, all the while his sword arm raised in a steady stance for combat. The short-folk gave a hardy testament of disdain to the Wolf's tactic as it first happened, but as Grendrick sailed off towards their target the Dwarf couldn't help but grin at the idea. The Dwarf was over-come with a sense of combat glory and the stories that would be told of "Cragshield the Lycan-rider!" This made the Dwarf holler in glorious tones of robust slander to the Rats and their filth. He was ready to bathe in the blood of the vermin and sing tales of their valor the moment the last rat was slain.

Grendrick was mere feet from the Commander before his sprint turned into the iconic pounce of a beast. The ten foot tall Lycan lunged with a Dwarf upon his back and he latched onto the Commander of the pathetic mice, his lupine snout snapping into the shoulder of the Commander as they Rat-Leader's arms were too busy trying to hold off Grendrick's claws and arms from wrapping around him, and his leg armor protected him from any damage, but made perfect holds for Grendrick's feet. The two were locked together, and all the while Grendrick was tearing into the armor of the Skaven's shoulder, he growled out words to the mounted temporary comrade.

"Tiny! Go! Attack the pathetic being!" Grendrick's words were loud and clear to the Dwarven mountee who rode upon the wolf's back, and his actions were equal proof to his understanding.

The Dwarven King raised his warhammer and dropped it upon the Ratkin Commander's, the head of his weapon was pristine even after all the bloodletting of the war that has been raging, and it crashed onto the obsidian helm with an immense sound. It was the sound of glass shattering against a ten-ton hammer. This dazed the ratkin commander, but it also broke the helm into three pieces and caused it to fall to the ground with a plinking sound that was lost to the noise of war. The Skaven recoiled it's head and fought Grendrick away in a flurry of arms and body-turns that forced the brutish wolf off the hold of the Rat. Grendrick was now on all fours a few feet back form the Skaven, and Cragshield stood atop the mighty wolf like a true warrior. They pair roared out together and the Skaven returned the favor with a bellowing screech and a snarl that rallied cries of his lesser units as they fought against the Dwarven forces, but Cragshield responded with something much louder than a warcry's holler.

"I am Reirsun Cragshield, Son of Roirsun, Grandson of Rothsun, King of this Mountain! You filth will not push me out of my home! You will fall to my Hammer! DWARVES WE FIGHT FOR OUR GLORY AND OUR HONOR! WE FIGHT FOR OUR FATHERS UNDER THE MOUNTAIN!" These words rallied more than just soldiers, it rallied Fathers, Brothers, Husbands, and Men. It rallied their hearts, souls, minds, and bodies all at once. Their was little that could be done to dwindle the spirit of a proud Dwarf, and even less for a proud Dwarf with the crown of a King and the words of a Friend. Reirsun Cragshield refused to let his fight be lost so easily and he vowed to personally smash the skull of every last Skaven that dared to enter his halls.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Grendrick was amidst the fight of the Skaven like a brilliant flame dancing in the darkness of a Midnight ritual. His body darted and dove between the packs of rats all the while Dwarves made their way in and out of the flanks. It wasn't until two noises erupted into the air that Grendrick was pulled from his blood-thirsty haze of combat.

Close to him was the frontlines, the Dwarven shield wall was short but mighty by many standards and their metal clanged with the Skaven forces trying to force their way through. Grendrick aided their metal-shelter by swatting away small arm-fulls of the Ratkin at a time, tossing and launching them back towards their breach while the dwarves moved in little by little with the progress made for them. However it didn't last long as eventually a Rat decided to enact a tactic befitting the filth. A singular rat used it's small size and agility to dash and maneuver through the field before leaping off the shield-wall into the backline of the Dwarves. There it was a skewered Skaven, but it's tactic was solid as it unleashed the raw power of a magic scroll. A massive hole now sat where there was once a stalwart defense of Dwarves and the corpses of Skaven. Now there lain the bodies of both kin as they roared with flames and died down into smoldering embers. Smoke rose from the large blast area and Grendrick felt the pressure of the Skaven rising heavily on the Dwarves. The short mountain-folk did all they could to bolster the hole in their ranks.

This act alone made Grendrick step up his game, he was unwilling to lose to mere rats and his pride was too large to let them get away with such a cowardly tactic. This is when Grendrick's flames died away and the warmth of Ayse's spellcraft left his body, but it wasn't without benefits. The flames had boosted Grendrick's natural healing and his skin now felt anew where it had been bruised, battered, and cut. His ribs that had punctured through his skin to the outside were still very much stabbing through, but the skin had closed up around them and healed to prevent his bleeding. He was a rested man, a healed warrior, and a hungry wolf and this was the perfect time to show such nature with great vigor and power to the enemy.

Grendrick was faced with a small horde of enemies, ranging around ten bodies with a few dancing in and out of this number between oncoming Dwarven foot-soldiers. Grendrick started this engagement by quite simple leaping onto the first and with the crushing weight of his body collapsed the first one's chest. Then the mighty Wolf took the Rats on each side of him and laced his massive hands around their necks and crushed their necks and spinal cords into a smattering of bone shards before letting them fall to the ground in agonizing screeches. The wolf then grabbed the next one on his right by the tail as it tried to run and he yanked it closer, causing the rat to lose it's footing and fall. It scratched and clawed at the ground while trying to prevent the Wolf from catching it, but the weak animal was a joke compared to Grendrick's strength and within seconds the Skaven's ankles and legs were handles for Grendrick and the mighty Lycanthrope used the ratkin as a club. He swathed the filthy creature across the air cracking two Skaven's heads open with a single strike, and causing his weaponized foe to screech and bleed profusely as it flailed and was used to wallop a final Skaven into the ground like a hammer on a nail. The blood that sprayed all around Grendrick and his madness of combat was grand, showering himself in yet another bath of the rat's blood. The rest of this small horde ran in terror of Grendrick as the wolf discarded the Skaven he wielded as a weapon without a care. His enemy viewed this Lycan like a monstrosity, a god of War, like a war machine, like an unstoppable force of nature. But they weren't ready for the Beast's next action.

Grendrick was just about to push more of the frontline before he heard the second erupting sound that echoed across the room to him, moreso than the first ever could have, and it was Marianne.

Her cry of pain and agony raised something from Grendrick that he thought he had left behind after the first fight, as the voice was clearly Marianne's but he couldn't help but hear Her voice over Marianne's. It was like an illusion that played a foul trick on Grendrick's mind and it enraged him. He was hearing her voice, and her image, but Marianne was the one in agony. He couldn't fathom letting either of them get hurt, it was almost as if Marianne had become "Her" for a moment and it caused Grendrick to resort his earlier tactic.. this was the only real reason Ayse's words seemed to "fit" as a command. He didn't actually hear her say anything to him in his mindset, but he acted on his own accord and his accord looked listening for most purposes.

The mighty wolf leaped and sprinted through the lines of Skaven and the Dwarves, only stopping once he reached the King and the units surrounding him. There is where Grendrick let his body and his mind slowly dissipate once more, this would be the last time he let his mind play these unnerving tricks on him while in this rift. The Lycan coiled his body up tightly behind the guards, he was hunkered against the ground, his body seized up, his muscles tightened and began to writhe, his body shook, and his head curled into his chest. It seemed like an eternity passed while he held this position, but really it was only a few seconds. Then, once all Grendrick could hear in the world around him was silence, the Lycan exploded from his curled position. He thrusted his head higher into the air than before, reaching the peak of his height as his body extended to the tips of his claws and toes, his arms wide and his claws exposed to the world, it was now that he howled. He let out a Howl that resonated with power beyond belief into the depths of the Breach, it echoed out the main entrance into the Chasm, it vibrated deep into the bones of the Dwarves and Skaven, it pierced the souls of every living being and it was a Howl that could instill fear into even the most ferocious demons and other-wordly powers.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Grendrick entered the Dwarven Throne-room and was taken by a beautiful sight. It was truly a serious of magnificent allure. The Golden statues, the tapestries, the marvels of Dwarven craftsmenship. They were all dull. They were nothing to Grendrick as he marveled at the real beauty present in the massive room. It was the combat, the Dwaren King and his men's shield wall, the blood lining the floor in scattered pools and the felled bodies that danced like artwork across a canvas. It was a sight to behold for someone who enjoyed the beauty of combat and an aspiration of seeking the Apex status such as Grendrick.

He was instantly in the fray and he wasted no time asserting any sort of commands or issues at this time. He was eager to jump back into another fight so soon, which meant he was ignoring his own injuries even as they bled actively the whole time. A few ribs on his right side were still draining blood as they punched through to the exterior of his body, and his left still had a rib on the edge of breaching his left lung. He wasn't in the best condition if someone were to observe him closely, by their standards, however Grendrick was fine and normal in his own mind. He had suffered minimal damage if any at all by his own standards because all it was, were a few broken bones, bruises, and measly scratches. He felt more annoyed by these injuries than anything as he felt no real pain from them.

Nove had passed by Grendrick, but only for a split second as the Lupine had halted himself to give Ayse a passing few words, before Grendrick would quickly overrun the boy Nove once again.

"Flames from floor to ceiling, Lil'Lady. It is time we showed them some real power!" Grendrick hounded to Ayse in an invigorating tone to help ensure her that he was with her in his next action. He was dedicated to his action as well, even without words to the others of what his plan was entirely, he knew he could yet again making a breaking point for his allies and show them just how powerful his mind could be when used properly. That was when he charged past Nove and Gormarr, and the entire party, to enact his beautiful artwork.

Grendrick was a fleeting thought to most who saw him, something of a problem or something that no one really cared about unless he gave them a reason to dislike him. It wasn't easy for many to see him as anything outside of a beast when it came to the City. However on the battlefield he was more than just a beast. He was THE Beast. It was at this moment that Grendrick's sprint was dealt to put Grendrick at the frontlines before the whole of his team. Here he actually sprinted head-on into Ayse's flames and he let himself be consumed by them wholly before he continued his artwork with a breath-taking stroke of his brush. He gathered his strength and darted up onto the backs of the dwarves holding their shield wall, and he used them as pedestals as he leaped high into the air. He was a soaring Lupine, blazing with flames, roaring into the throneroom and the breach with his call to fury and battle. He descended once he reached the peak of his leap and he came down swiftly through the air as he finally impacted the ground. He landed atop three Skaven and not only killed with the impact force, but the flames devoured them as he slammed and crushed their skulls into the floor. He immediately began swiping, raking his claws across the throats and bodies of nearby Skaven. He was was a war-machine and he was ablaze with the hunger for blood and was literally ablaze. Each swipe would allow either Grendrick's claws to reap a kill, or would allow him to at least touch a foe and bath them in a wreath of searing flames. He was unstable at this point, once more in the focus of his job as a killer and a beast on the battlefield. His enemy the Skaven, the Dwarves a neutral party to be left alive, and his allies were his team. Those who didn't discern a trust for yet, but were those who it would be wrong to kill as of this moment.

This was his way, his own style, to throw himself into battle head-first and challenge each foe that he faced as he was meant too. He was the Apex Predator.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Grendrick's collision was one of a mighty power against a foe believed to be mightier than himself to the others. Grendrick felt no such thing in his mind however. He laid into the beast as it was staggered, the back-stepping Rat Ogre was met with feral slashing. Grendrick's arms were shipping from side-to-side as he lay into the enemy, his claws carried out laters of flesh and muscle as he made deep ravines in the body of the enemy. Blood sprouted into the air like a spring of water as the Lupine eviscerated his foe. It wasn't until the Rat Ogre's leg buckled that Grendrick let up on the fury of his frenzy. This was the opportunity for an Alpha's kill, the show of dominance.

The Rat Ogre was already dying, it was a certain to fall even without Grendrick oncoming attacks, but Grendrick desired to make an example of this Rat Ogre. The mighty Rat fell to it's knee, the other leg trying to hoist it's weight up once more, but failing to lift the hefty creature. It's arms pressed to the ground and it's body, trying to move it's posture and do all it could to fight back while taking a stray swipe at Grendrick. However the Lupine merely stepped to the opposite side of the arm and then unleashed his final actions upon the mighty Ratkin.

Grendrick rose to the climax of the fight with a swift set of movements that ended the Rat Ogre, and yet they were still the brutal rampaging actions of a Lycanthrope. These actions were flawless in their execution though, as Grendrick leaped and gripped into the neck of the Rat Ogre with his right hand. He used the grip as leverage as he flung his body up and then down onto the back of the enemy all the while digging his feet into the back of the opponent and shredding it's flesh. As this happened Grendrick's hand tightened around the throat of the goliath Rat and he tore through the flesh and muscle with a loud snarl as the beast cried out one last time. The rat squeeled and roared to the heaven's of it's Gods begging for the end of it's life to finally happen. However Grendrick kept it alive for only another moment as he latched down his fangs into the throat where he began to gnaw and yank at the jugular veins, the esophagus, and the muscles protecting it all. Those fangs ripped and dug deeper into the throat before Grendrick reared up his head and then looked to the sky, where he raised his right hand up and then plunged into the hole he had created. The clawed hand sliced through tissue and then Grendrick growled with a sense of eager joy as the arm came ripping out of the hole and he raised the Beast's heart into the air, only to drop it into his snout and exhibit an unrestrained primal nature, devouring it ferociously and then leaping off the bulk of the Rat Ogre. He was done with the life of the Rat Ogre, but he took the body by the arm and drug it a few feet and then kicked it off the bridge. Grendrick's kill was his own now. It was complete.

The Lupine was still in his rage, still breathing for the fight, his heavy panting matched by snarling and saliva dripping from his jowels as he looked over the Dwarves and his group. He surveyed them with a predator's eyes which awaited any potential attacks or actions against him. After a short few seconds passed and Grendrick saw no other enemies he heightened his body and thrust his snout into the air. What followed was the loud howl of a victorious Wolf. It was frightening to some but for most it would be seen as the howl given after a fight of territory or dominance. This was Grendrick's stand as the victor of this fight and this territory was now under his protection, which left the echoing howl that descended and ascended the Chasm to spread for what seemed like miles.

Grendrick's theatrics were over and what others would consider annoying, aggressive, or too much from him, were now ending. He was down to the business of it all. He grabbed a Dwarf by the shoulder and stared him in the eyes quite hardily while lowering his body like a feral wolf. However this wasn't to scare the Dwarf it was merely to drop the several feet he needed to match the eye-height of the Dwarf.

"Gather all the gold you can from the Skaven, and put it in a leather satchel for me. Do this, at my request. For I have earned the spoils of this fight." Grendric gave no warning or 'what if' should the Dwarf not commit to this service. It would naturally be unwise to deny such a service to someone like Grendrick, and the Lupine was confident in such realities. The Wolf then immediately pressed to the rest of the group, Siph, and the Dwarves who were pressing for their entrance into the Dwarven architecture.

"We shall all go, inside, and now. The scent of fresh blood wanes in my nostrils, and the scent of fear bellows from the chasm. This is certainly not over." Grendric spoke, but he waited not for anyone to respond as he walked and pressed past them all towards the entrance of the Dwarven Throneroom.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Grendrick was now at the mercy of recovering from his being thrown. He had suffered some injuries and now he laid dazed and knocked far from the fight. He was at the entrance of the Dwarven citadel, those Dwarves who had went back to guard the gates were now staring down at the beast that was Grendrick. He writhed for a moment in his hazed sense of reality, while his vision flickered to the foggy scene of the distant fight. However this would not be his end and it would not be his release of this fight. He refused to let his kill, HIS prey be killed by another. This was one of the driving forces that boiled Grendrick's blood, however something was working at his mind. He was slipping from the conscious world all the while a voice whispered to him.

"Grendrick! Wake up sleepy head! The Children are waiting! The Children Grendrick, the Children!"

"You can't keep them waiting! C'mon, get up and get ready. I will keep them busy until you get the outfit on!"

The voice was so surreal and yet unbelievable all at once. The world was blanketed into a deaf hum as the voice spoke to him. It whispered and wavered in his ears as they twitched for the origin of the voice. However he grew saddened.. not even angry at first, at the lack of an origin for this voice. It was the voice.. it was HER voice. It was by far the only voice he cared to hear about at all, as it faded into silence, his sadness deepened and he felt his rage overcome the sadness. His thoughts stemmed into the past of the voice's moment and then it catapulted to the present and his situation. Her situation, his own, and everything in between.. it was all too much for him to bear at this one moment as he was weak for once. He had suffered a moment of ideal weakness in the name of something he had tried so hard to forsaken, but even in these times it holds to his heart.. all he could do was drown in it out with his anger and rage, and that brought him to his feet.

The beast lurked from a moment as it drew up from the ground all the while blood seeped and spilled to the stones below and growling startled the dwarves all around it. Grendrick was shaken but not unfaltering as his vision began to clear and his mind eased into a clarity that revealed the fight in the distance and his injuries. His ribs were broken across both sides, not all of course, but many were in mangles and pieces. One on his left side was a mere centi-meter from his lung, while three on the right side had punctured outward and let blood trail down to the ground. These were combined with a few fractures across his body and the bruises from the throw. However there was the blood of the Skaven on his fur and the air, and the blood of the Rat Ogre filled Grendrick's nostrils more than anything else. He was still on the hunt, and as he surveyed his target he found Sylvia deploying a smart attack to the spine, but it wasn't as well planned as one could hope. A Dagger as small, despite it's sharpness, would never pierce the muscle, tendons, and cartilage of the beast with the ease. The Rat Ogre gave the slightest shake as he felt the dagger hit his skin and caused the blade to slide and sink inbetween the layers of muscle, preventing any spinal damage altogether. However what happened next is what made Grendrick angry, as he was forced to watch the Rat Ogre peel a massive arm back and reach for Sylvia. Grendrick could not allow such things to happen, even if she did avoid the initial arm, the Rat Ogre would not allow her to move far away from him with ease.

The action was quick, but Grendrick had to be quicker, if anything he had to be quicker for himself whether Sylvia mattered to Grendrick or not wasn't important once his feet met the ground. He was now sprinting, once again he was forced to close the distant between himself and his enemies, all the while he could see the party and the enemy. The Magi of his team had the Shaman on his defensive and yet they were prepping to foil his defenses already. Grendrick's half of the team, the more physical half, were putting up a hell of a fight against the now enraged Ogre, but even that managed to barely slow the monstrosity as it attacked towards Sylvia. It would seem Grendrick was too far from the fight, up until his emotions were pushed aside, the sprint was growing shorter as he closed in and from the time of the voices, to now, he had cleared his thoughts of everything. He was finally refocused, and he was ready to make his point entirely.

The wind felt like a dust storm, as it crashed and collided almost instantly, it was intense to be right next to them, but wouldn't be felt more than a few inches away from them both as they collided. Grendrick and the Rat Ogre were now locked together. Grendrick intercepted the Rat Ogre as it had tried to spin and latch Sylvia in one of it's massive hands, but all it found was Grendrick's claw-sinking hands latched around it's own. The two were same the height, and the two were both fierce, but Grendrick now had the key to victory resting within him entirely. He had finally let go, fully let go, and was unrestrained more so than even when he first attacked. He clutched the Rat Ogre with a strength that rivaled the Ogre's own and he held the monster back from attacking his allies, all the while Grendrick's lupine growling voice rang out to those nearby.

"My. Kill."