The Long Way to UlguAef-Grimnir looked back at the vast expanse of the Piremoor they had already covered. For all the long centuries the Caengans had spent in Ulgu, he still felt a connection with Aqshy. Despite barely resting since evading the Murderifsts, his and his kin's wounds had healed completely. And the runes hammered into their flesh pulsed brighter than ever. The spirit of Grimnir was strong there and he silently swore he would have returned, for that was a sure sign that the land was laced with ur-gold. But for now, his duty was to the protect the Mistweaver Saih and her precious cargo. With a grunt, he turned and his short leg powered him forward to rejoin the Shadowflames.
The last few shattered pillars and lintels laid around the Shadowflames when they spotted movement in the distant heat haze.
"Lady Laelanyel, it seems Mogrum and his lads have got around your illusions".
"Indded, Aef-Grimnir" replied the aelf. "They're showing some skills, the brutes. Perhaps they can be persuaded to relent by less subtle means?".
Bursting into a booming laughter, Aef-Grimnir strode forward. Tark's war song sounded loud as the Karl moved to cover the left flank. Durbak and Engrin kept their place to protect the Mistweaver.
The Claevermaw's gun roared once again. But this time, when Sludga and a deck hand charged through the smoke, they found Tark still standing, sparks flying around with each syllable of his chanting.
Across the ruins, Deadwood and a handful of boyz came bellowing at Aef-Grimnir.
In their eagerness to fight, the orruks came too close to Durbak and Laelanyel. Soon, greenskinned bodies were sprawled on the fireheath.
Engrin leapt to Tark's side and Sludga's party joined their mates on the fireheath.
As a bunch of orruks turned tail and fled, Mogrum personally led the second wave in.
Tark's war song ended in a ringing of bronze as the Cleavermaw's gun catched on his helmet. Engrin stepped forward and kept Bosun Higgs and the hulking ogor from breaking through onto Laelanyel.
The Captain swatted Durbak aside and closed upon Laelanyel. Fire and mist swirled around the Weirdnob as aelf and duardin cut him down.
Laelanyel smiled beneath her miststeel mask. Now that the orruk was finally where he belonged, grovelling at her feet, she could focus on more important matters. Disappearing into a Mirrorpool, the Mistweaver Saih left the Caengans to strip the orruks of their loot.