Skorggi and his crew of Dwarves were traveling through the oceans of the Southlands when a great storm forced their Ironclad to take shelter in one of the Isles there. The grumbling of the Longbeards was only overcome by the crack and whistle of the steam engine turbines.
Once the storm had settled, one of the scouts returned from inland claiming the remainder of his troop had been taken while they searched for fresh water to fill empty barrels.
“They were lizards, some over 7 foot tall!” The bloodied scout exclaimed. “Last I saw they were cutting the hearts out for some obscene rights.”
Skorggi was a thane, and never easily gave in to an enemy, He knew he must avenge his lost scouts or he would have to shave his head and take the Slayers’ oath.
“Unfurl the battle standard, we go to avenge the scouting party.” He stated as he donned his runic armor. Continue reading