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[@Renny][@ManoftheNorth][@Roughdragon1][@eemmtt]

The Ratkin Ogre was fearless, relentless, an unstoppable creature responsible for crushing hundreds if not thousands of unruly beings with its massive bulk alone. It knew only victory. Had tasted only the whip of its master and the blood of its many dead enemies. Not once had it been overtaken in combat, in its many years of life, had it been forced to the ground so quickly. An unthinking monster though it was it could still realize the biggest threat. 
The wolf creature. 
The dagger to its spine was keen but met hard resistance, eliciting a screeching howl of pain and anger as it tried to twist back and grab the enemy. But there were so many. The dwarves had circled it with shield and blade forcing it back even further. The enraged Gormarr was its physical match in strength and stamina, seemingly inexhaustible as the greenskin threw itself into an almost self destructive series of swings and chops. Every hit the Ratkin Ogre took brought it closer and closer to the end. Already it could no longer support its massive frame on its injured leg. Desperate to win, the Rat blocked an attack from the Orc with its own gargantuan arm. The axe head struck hard and sank deep but was now firmly lodged in the thick muscles. 
Its next attack was brutal, to say the least. The dwarf with the Shiny axe roared his battle song and struck hard at the beasts chest, drawing a deep cut. But the beast had let its enemy in. 

Its free hand came down hard as the Stokley swung again. There was a sickening crunch and the sound of bending metal as the heroic Dwarf was crushed into the cobblestones. A backstroke of the same hand threw the ring of dwarves away like leaves on the wind, though it would take no lives. The ratkin was desperate to escape the ring and slaughter its enemies. It was so close. 

Its gaze turned to Nove (though it could barely see or breathe anyway) and it lurched forward, ignorant of the greenskin that would likely kill it. Ignoring the annoying creature with the knife at its back. It would take one more life! One more kill! One more victory!

Grendrick collided with his foe hard enough to stagger the beast to its full height. It instinctively tried to keep its balance as the werewolf tore into it with fervor. Had it not been mangled by the previous attacks, damage to its back and legs, chest, everywhere upon the beasts body bled freely, it may very well have thrown off the wolfs attack once more. But it was not to be. 
The beasts leg buckled under the duress of its own weight coupled with the new one, its balance lost, the Ratkin tumbled back hard. Already it was fading. its body was heavy. So heavy.. The light finally began to fade from its eyes as its chest no longer rose and fell with breathe. 

The Dwarves cared not for the dead Ratkin. They rushed to their commander, some teary eyed as they gazed at the mangled body of what was once the leader of the fortress. Not even the presence of a Rat Shaman, their most hated enemy, could pry their gaze away from their fallen leader. 


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[@berd][@Rekaigan][@Hammerman]


Skritch Greatscar laughed at the feeble attempts of this ragtag group of casters. Their flames were WEAK. Pitiful manlings, they die. DIE! Nothing could overcome his power! The horned rats power coursed like a waterfall through every inch of its prized acolyte. When Marianne joined in with her own magic power to enhance the fires own destructive force, Skritch was put on the defensive. 
But that did not mean it was beaten!

The circular globe of flames wavered and reformed, going from a sphere of flame covering every inch of its caster, to a more concentrated wall of green flames in front of Skritch. The staff in its hand glowed with more power as it cackled, easily preventing the feeble attempts of the amateur sorcerers from penetrating its-
The roar of its Ogre slave caught its attention for a moment too long as Skritch turned to observe what was happening. It turned just long enough to catch the arcane arrow to the chest, breaking its concentration on his barrier. A shower of glowing flames accompanied Ayse and Mariannes piercing fire. The purifying flames washed over the Rat Shaman like a tidal wave, its dusty molding robes igniting instantly as it screamed and wailed in pain. 

"YOU- YOu- PAY PAY!" It screamed and thrashed as it rolled on the ground, discarding its robes as it instinctively fled. Its own magic had prevented it from being fatally wounded, but it was a coward first and foremost. Skritch was over the ledge and down the ropes from the initial invasion in a flurry of burnt fur. 

Siph watched with a satisfied smile. 
All thats left was for the looting. Of course, this rift was not finished. The Dwarves had begun carrying away their fallen leader with a somber look shared on all their faces. One dwarf, aged and grey haired, limped to the group as he shook his head. Sif met the fellow and they began to chat.

[color=fff200]"I.. We.. The Dwarves.. We thank you. Your group has slain and driven off a powerful foe that might well have killed the lot of us.."[/color]
[color=ed1c24]"They are a decent group, no?"[/color]
Surprised by the mans cheerful expression, Byron Doubleblade simply shook his head. [color=fff200]"Aye. But these rats will return. We're sendin' a message ta the king. With commander Stokley down for good.. Well. We need help. Ain't go' no right ta ask this, but please. On behalf of all o us. Enter the fortress. We are going to destroy the entrance and seal off any further attack from this area. Come in and help us clear the lower halls!"
[/color]A shout from the back brought Byrons attention away. With a wave, he saluted Siph and hobbled up to his group and barked his orders. A runner broke off from the main group to announce the others. 
Siph continued to smile as he viewed the group. They would have a chance to recover and heal before continuing on. In all, the barbarian was more than a little impressed by what he had seen. While they could certainly have complimented each others fighting style a little more, the group had worked together to overcome not one but two powerful beings of the multiverse in short order.