[hider=Throne room map] [img]http://i.imgur.com/q5mzRfn.png[/img] [/hider] [hider=King Reirsun Cragshield] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/b7/30/b6/b730b6cfebe0799ec21c66e148d4d004.jpg[/img] [/hider] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2e/7e/dd/2e7edd38b17c71a042efa49de56acd92.jpg[/img] THESURI / ARGRIMS SIEGE [img]http://orig09.deviantart.net/6e5c/f/2017/032/9/d/siphbanner_by_fenixking13-daxh134.png[/img] [@Hammerman][@Renny] Siph stood at the entrance to the throne room observing the carnage from a respectable distance, likely to the disappointment of the party he was advising, and watched the unfolding carnage with the same cheerful smile from the entrance. The werewolf was a powerful adversary indeed, considering how recklessly it charged into combat against superior numbers alone, but the rest of the group seemed content to not allow the creature a quick death. They all fought with the tenacity befitting a top adventurer and that was more than enough to get the blood coursing through his veins pumping. No one who stood at the top could resist their urge to fight forever. Despite it being against the guild rules in aiding as a rift escort, the burly barbarian found himself headlong in a charge as the Stormvermin and assassins began their dance. Realizing the commander was out of his reach, Siph opted for a better use of his time. The Mantis towering above them was giving ample cover, and would collect its kills rather quickly he surmised, so that left the option of aiding young Nove. Retrieving a fallen two-handed axe from the ground he came in fast with a high chop at the distracted rat aiming to take Nove from the left side, the blades sharp edge took the creature in the throat and cleaved down to its stomach before getting lodged. Rather than struggle to get the weapon free, Siph claimed the Stormvermins halberd for his own. Redirecting its attention from the boy to the new threat, the stormvermin thrust at his midsection with its own razor sharp glaive. Putting all its weight forward in an attempt to overpower the new foe it was met with the seemingly elder humans alarmingly fast reaction time. Siph snaked his hand up and onto the shaft of the halberd just below its blade to pull it forward, dragging the Stormvermin forward as it attempted to keep hold of its own weapon, and took a blade to the neck the same way the other had with the same after effect of having its weapon commandeered from it. [color=ed1c24]"Nove, stand tall! We will win this fight for our ancestors!" [/color] With a warcry of his own, the Viking charged the frontline in an attempt to break through the Skaven line. ----------------------------------------------- ~Stormvermin~ / ~Assassins~ The armored elite Skaven troops flooded from the mouth of the breach, the wolfs howl had shaken them but their training and fear of what lurked behind them, drived the soldiers on with newfound fury in an attempt to quickly overwhelm the stubborn but persistent defenders. The assassins were proving effective at spreading disorder amongst the line and it seemed as if the Dwarves would be unable to help their king achieve his goal of closing the breach. Two assassins had been killed off, but the other 4 were swarming towards prime targets among the battlefield. The savage Greenskin Gromgar, The fire priestess Ayse, Fariha the archer, and another was waiting for an opportunity to strike at Marianne atop her gargantuan Mantis. ----------------------------------------------- [@ManoftheNorth] ~Skaven Commander Argrim Blightfur~ Shaken and Dwarf alike fought with bitter determination, but few did so with the same furious zeal that Argrim did. Chosen to ascend as a warlord onto the council of 13 when this siege was over and the dwarf king dead at his feet, the obsidian armored rat wielded its longsword deftly, at times using the dagger sheathed at its hip in its offhand to fend off the Dwarf king even as the lupine nuisance tried to overwhelm it with its brute strength. Indeed their sudden mounted combat had nearly cost the prideful Ratkin its life but it learned from its mistake and began to ease its aggression, waiting for openings to slide the sharpened steel between their defenses or push them back. King Cragshield bided his time for an opening, striking at every angle he could find to push the rat around their 'arena' while managing to defy the odds and deflect lethal blows aside. It was becoming a stalemate of block and retreat for Blightfur, pressed on both sides by powerful opponents, but determination shone in its eyes the same way it did in Cragshields. Stubborn races indeed. [color=f26522]"I got a plan.. Wait for my signal." [/color] The flow of rats coming out of the breach had been slowing down, the advance of Blightfur had signaled the elite guard to advance so the lesser filth would be skulking back to lick their wounds.. It was almost time. A high sweeping attack of Blightfurs longsword came in savagely, and the King responded in kind. Ramming his shoulder into the rats chest as the swing came down to miss its target entirely, he forced the Skaven to stumble back out of balance for the briefest of moments as it tried to reestablish its weight with the heavy armor on. [color=f26522]"NOW!" [/color] Rather than deal the killing blow, Cragshield turned and sprinted from the commander and through the ring of distracted Stormvermin, going as far as to crush one of their skulls and open the circle long enough for him to reach the wall. Every footfall brought him closer to his doom. To that final moment of a Dwarfs life when they knew everything they cared for was to be abandoned for the sake of Kin. His hammer glowed with runic inscription, empowered by craftsman and enchanted of the clan for centuries as it was passed from leader to leader in a tradition almost as old as the stones he stomped over. With a grunt he brought the glowing weapon up behind his back. [color=f26522]"FOR THESURI! FOR THE DWARVES!"[/color] He cried, and swung. Two halberds cut through the plate and leather of his armor even as the hammer collided with the wall next to the breach, creating a thunderous shock of force vibrating through the stones themselves as the enchanted weapon sundered the rock with ease. Like an earthquake it tore through the room and the tunnel violently, shaking the compound but even moreso the tunnels as its unsteady ceiling shuddered in protest. Stone and gravel fell like rain as the breach collapsed in on itself to seal off the Skavens invading force.