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[color=00746b]"SUFFER NO VERMIN TO LIVE, BOYS. FOR THE DEAD, FOR REIRSUN, FOR THESURI!"[/color]
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Rairsun marched stoically into the tunnels along with the archer Fariha, his royal guard was a meager few brave souls who went with their newly crowned King into the breach so that the others could recover. They were armed with golden shields and sharp weapons to match their determined gaze. The tunnels were tight, cramped, dark, everything a Dwarf enjoyed of their tunnels but they silently raged at the idea of filthy rats tunneling through dirt and stone into their very midst to deal such a grievous wound!

Rairsun held his hand to halt the march when the bell tolled through them, a wave of magical fear washed through them like a tidal wave. Their rage denied the rats their first attempt to steal the courage from them here in their own home. Their throaty growls confirmed their conviction to silence the bell and aid their saviors.

The archer briefly exchanged words with the Entomancer with the ripped skirt. With that business dealt with, the group of grim faced Dwarves flowed around the two heroes further into the tunnel where a single torch glowed softly amid the darkness.. Their pace doubled when they heard the Ratkin Ogre roar. 

[color=00746b]"FOR THESURI!"[/color] Rairsun chanted, his guard echoing that call with every heavy footfall. 

The five Dwarves emerged from the tunnel into the dimly lit and smooth floored tunnel carved by their ancestors to see the Ratkin beast in a desperate fight. 

[color=00746b]"Marvo! Light, now!"[/color] Rairsun shouted to the Guard with the golden pendant. [color=00746b]"Thesra, Bjorn, Darka! KILL THAT ABOMINATION!"[/color]

Rairsun hoisted his heavy mace in both hands and felt the aches across his body fade away with the thrill of combat pumping into his tiny frame. The others all but snarled with hatred as they raised their shields and banged their weapons across the heavy metal to get the beasts attention.

Marvo Thrund whispered to the gods under the mountain, patron saints of the Dwarven people, and coaxed into being a blinding light. Golden radiance washed over the room to expose every shadow and reveal the filthy ogres hideous body.


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Bathed in the burning golden radiance the Rat Ogre howled its rage as its eyes failed to adjust quickly enough. Already it was wounded from the distraction of Sifs discarded torch, the slippery human had cut at its legs but thankfully the metal grafted to its lumbering form had blocked its hamstring from being severed but it did receive a nasty slash along its thigh as it reacted to the surprise attack, attempting to turn and swipe its arm across. 
Gormarr put a stop to that.

The Greenskin struck hard at the mass of muscle that was the ogres neck, the sharp blade easily parting flesh to draw a deep bright black line of dripping blood. Again caught by surprise at the shouting thing attacking it! AGAIN IT BLED! Thought was not something Rat ogres ever had to use, so the brute responded the only way it ever had. Violence. 
In the golden sunlight bathing the tunnels they could see its form now. Both legs all the way up to its hips were grafted with metal plating directly to its skin, its chest had chains wrapped across it front and bank offering a very small amount of defense against the slashing blades it would no doubt face. Its left arm had been severed off entirely, in its place was a two-headed hammer that had seen much use. Its right hand, which had been used to swipe at the pesky woman, was still flesh and blood with a tiny bit of metal grafted onto its wrist. 

When the Dwarves emerged to assault it, the Rat Ogre followed its orders. Destroy!
Its hammer hand went high and came down hard, the Dwarf banging its shield barely avoiding the titanic blow. The shockwave alone threatened to stumble him but years of fighting kept him steady.
Axes lashed out as the Ogre swept its hands about frantically, one such meaty appendage catching the Orc in the chest and sent flying across the tunnel into the smooth walls. 
Sylvia was much quicker and the Ogre much wilder, its hammer hand missed by a small margin with each swing as it was forced to refocus on multiple targets.

Rairsun watched with satisfaction, hands tight on his weapon, waiting for the opportunity to catch the damn thing where it hurt.