After taking up the Slayers oath, Balrik Redaxe has been traveling these war torn lands in search of his mighty doom, so that the shame brought to him and his kin may be redeemed and grungi may open it’s doors to him once again. This day we find Balrik traveling through the mountain high snow covered peaks of Ekrund. A soft breeze blows through the Redhammer pub as Balrik opens the door and walks in. Its patrons are the typical hard working dwarfs eating their mid day meals, washing it down with tall mugs of ale. They pay no attention to Balrik as he enters and walks to the bar raising a hand to the barkeep “Oi lad give me a pint ol’ yer finest.” With a nod the barkeep reaches down and pulls out an empty mug and begins filling it, once full he passes the frothy mug to Balrik “Er ya be Slayer. Tis the best we be havin’ at te moment. Dem Bull’edd greenskins drunk te last batch ferm te train wreck.” The barkeep let’s out “grunt” at that, and walks away leaving Balrik to his thoughts as he drinks.
At the other end of the bar two dwarf Ironbreakers can be heard in deep discussion over a troll, warped from the taint of chaos and stands tall as the tunnels entrance. It lumbers around the entrance to Norri’s Tunnel where a stash of Bugmans best XXXX is being stored. “Oi! Wat this you be saying about a Chaos tainted troll blockin a tunnel entrance.” The ironbreakers startled by the sudden interruption looked at Balrik with wide eyes. As it was Balrik Redaxe was a sight in itself to be seen. His shaved head except for a tall brightly colored Mohawk held with three golden pins, His beard the same color, long and held together with golden clamps. Intricate tattoos covering his massive frame as he sat crouched over the bar. The right side of his face a mangled mess of skin where sat an unmoving white eye. His one good eye looking upon the ironbreakers with great interest after hearing of this Chaos troll. The ironbreakers ecovering from their initial shock both answered back in unison “It be tru Slayer, There be a troll named Clawgut big as te tunnel entrance.” “I ‘erd It’s limbs be the size of trees” “nobody der be goin’ near te thing less they be wanting there head caved in.” At that Balrik let out a might roar of laughter. “Muuaahhaaa” “Tis be sounding like a mighty doom I be seeking.” Balrik finished his pint in one long draw slamming it down on the bar, and rose from his stool. “If I don’t be returning by tomorrow then, I may have found my mighty doom.” With that he left Redhammers pub.
Norri’s tunnel was a short hike to the east of Redhammer pub the way being mostly covered in snow, but not slowing Balrik down the least. Once reaching the base of the cliff leading up to Norris tunnel the presence of chaos could be felt, and a smell of a hundred rotting corpse left out in the boiling sun wafted down the slope. Balrik ready his axes in preparation for battle as he began to climb the slope. Half way up the slope and massive head could be seen deformed from the taint of chaos huge horns jutting out from its face eyes like black opals glissing under fire light. The smell was awful any normal person would have fainted long ago. Balrik of course had a great doom to seek and was unaffected by the trolls smell or presence. With a mighty “roar” Balrik charged at the Clawgut. Clawgut noticing fresh prey bellowed back with a fierce “roar” as he began to charge, its towering frame looming over Balrik. They met in the center of the snowy hill outside the tunnel entrance Balrik slashing violently while dodging its massive clawed hands.
The fight continued furiously Balrik bleeding from a blow to the head Clawgut had landed with a huge clawed hand. Clawgut was riddled with deep gashes in its abdomen, all which were seeping a foul greenish yellow liquid. Furious with rage Balrik charged Clawgut swing wildly at his legs releasing all his rage and shearing off the trolls’ leg as greenish yellow gore sprayed everywhere. With a bellow of rage the Clawgut fell to the ground, and before recovering from the crippling blow Balrik brought both his axes down over Clawguts head removing it clean from its body. The fight was over and Balrik still stood. With a gruff “grunt” he spat on the tainted trolls body saying a Dwarfish curse. “bloody trolls neve put up a good enough fight.” With the rage of the battle over Balrik sheathed his axes on his hips and started his walk back to Redhammers pub, to inform the ironbreakers the tunnel was clear of the chaos troll.
Bring me death and glory!!
