The end for now...

[orgis]

It was darker than most times down in the dwarfan caves, he had gained a good eye for the dark and the abbilty too hear tounges far beound the normil range while spying deep below. This night was different. He had screwed up Finding his way down on the night before and had fallen asleep down in the caves. During his sleep it seemed the dwarfs had been busy... If gate wall and passgae way was, once again sealed.

The only thing was for sure, too get out he need a dwarf with a key for the Goldburg route. If the dwarf was alive or dead mattered very little. His orc brain then started to think.. If he could kill a dwarf leader it would eb a huge boost for the rest of the clan, who as alwasy wanted the respect from their long hated foes.

He had already picked his target as the dwarf manron. He figured if he could take this one dwarf out the Queen wouldn't be much trouble. He started stalking anything that moved or made a sound for that matter. He rembered the great dwarf from a few encounters he had with the dwarfen lot and his clan, though never saying anything always wanted to try to take him down.. But if he got this wrong it was the father for him.

He moved down one of the great hall ways slowly thinking he could hear the sounds of the dwarfen dialect. He burst into the room sword swinging madly incase he found himself surrounded. After the first few seconds he finds no one in the room but this time something was different he could dwafen voices all around him, making it imposeable to make out where the sound of foot steps or voices where coming from. This made it much easier for orgis to become the hunted and not the hunter. He was bindly running into rooms, down hall ways. Hoping just hopping that he could hit the dwarf, be that any dwarf for that matter before they managed to take him down.

Going down one hall way Orgis had yet another idea. Kill the dwafen priest too! It seem so genius that he didn't even suspected that the dwarf would be under guard. So as orgis made his way down the hall way looking for the dwarfs he had in mind, he would have been a easy target even for a young dwarf...

(( closed rp unless ye be a dwarf of silverbrand ))

[Eisenbein]

Amrothar can’t sleep. He lies in his bed in the dormitory with open eyes, althought he worked nearly the whole day. All his brothers and sisters, which lie in the dormitory too, snore loudly. He is still thinking about the words of the mad human Dain, who attacked the dwarves that day:
I am an ally of the orcs … I am an ally of the orcs … I am an ally of the orcs.
The voice in his head is getting louder and louder. The dwarf fears that all the humans on Gobaith decide to fight for the orcs. Amrothar also can’t believe that humans follow orcs instead of dwarves, maybe he thinks so because of his bad experience with the orc-clans on the mainland. His thoughts lead to the reminder of the death of his mother, who died when he was 11 years old. She was killed by an orc-warrior while the Ironleg-Clan was sieged. It was horrible for him to see his mother getting fragmented by the sharp-edged axe of the big, muscular orc, who hunted Amrothar for three weeks after that. The dwarf only escaped from him with patience, strong legs and a big portion of luck.

The dwarf shakes his head, sighs and gets up, he needs a bottle of beer now. Amrothar goes through the long walk from the dormitory to the workshop. He still wears his belt with his battleaxe in it, like he always does. But he doesn’t wear his armor anymore, because it’s inconvenient while lying in the bed, especially the heavy dwarfen armor. The walk is mainly dark, the few torches on the walls don’t throw much light anymore. Some walks away the orc rages in the city, but Amrothar doesn’t hear him, he is too absorbed in thought.

He finally gets to the workshop and takes a bottle of beer, which he drinks up directly. He hears the dwarves speaking downstairs and it smells of fresh rabbit meal. It's likely that Tirana is cooking and some of his brothers bear her company. And now he can hear the noises which the orc makes. First he only stops and hears at the noises, then he goes to the Gandela hall and looks around, but he doesnt find anything. After this he shrugs his shoulders, takes another bottle of beer and goes downstairs to the other dwarves.

[orgis]

Orgis spins round finally hearing something close enough too strike. Turning round taking the dwarfs image in, it wasn't the dwarf he was seeking but that really enver mattered. He grins a long evil green grin at the dwarf and pulls out two orc axes from his back and makes too bang his fist on his bear chest before leaping at the dwarf.

He swips down hard, hopping to rip the dwarf in two. If this will work only time, sweat and blood would tell...

[Eisenbein]

Amrothar doesn't notice the attack till the orc is half a step beneath him. His big shadow betrays the orc, that the dwarf could leap aside in the last moment. He unsheats his axe and points with it's head to the chest of the attacker. Amrothar looks around, asking himself what to do now. He is not prepared at all, he doesn't even wear an armor.

Alarm! Orcs in Silverbrand!

He descided to defend himself as good as he can till help arrives. But without his armor he doesn't have a great chance, so he focus on parrying the blades of the orc and doesn't try to hit him.

[orgis]

Orgis leap turns into a great fall, crashing down on the floor but quickly recovering. He can't help grining, before looking for a dwarf to kill. Now one comes looking for him and its not even prepared.

Hurr yuu nub da brightest ob stumpys hurr...

He snarils as he speaks, the evil glint in his eyes gorwing with the throught of what would seem to him a "easy" kill. Once getting up and getting ready for a good brawl, Orgis starts to cyrcle the dwarf. He then makes a slashing movement one of the greats axes heading downwards again, the other attempting to slash the orc side tryign to throw the orc of balance.

[Eisenbein]

The dwarf is getting confused by the strokes of the orc and it's hard for him to parry them. Amrothar tries to avoid them too, but it's getting harder and harder. The orc seems to learn the way he fights, and that surprises him so much, that he was distracted by one strong stroke while another one slashed his right arm.
Amrothar doesn't shout with pain, but he grimaces with pain, drops his axe involuntary and jumps back. The wound bleeds heavily, but the dwarf doesn't have the time to mind it. He swears loudly in the old dwarfen dialect and makes fast steps back till he has his back to the wall. The orc doesn't give him a chance to run downstairs to the well and he can't run to the Gandela hall either. There is no way out.

[orgis]

smiling madly, orgis sees the dwarf back up too the wall orgis stomps over to the wall ready to take the dwarfs beard for a gift for the father.

He comes as close as he could get and not be touthing the dwarf anf raise the great orc axe ready to stirke down...