The walk to Blackrock mountain was much farther than Bonekraka remembered, he had to stop at Black tooth hovel, for a break…a break he thought to himself, I would have yelled at our grunts for wanting a break.
Like so many other things, even the hovel had changed, the older proud warriors were gone replaced by eager young pups that lacked discipline. Quick to pull weapons and advance upon Bonekraka, if not for his clan symbol emblazoned upon his tabard, these fools would have set upon him like a pack of feral dogs.
Resting he found out that the his warband that took the keep had been gone for years, all of them thought lost.
What will you do old man? Questioned the lead of these eager young warriors.
What indeed, would Bonekraka do?
Interlude
Skarfang’s eyes snap open, how long had she been asleep? She scanned her tomb, Dogg and Bugg were not to be seen, quickly the pallid green orc stood up, her tomb was defiled by graffiti, depicting her in various states of death and less savory things.
In the entrance a rather large rock was rolled in place, she sneered “They abandoned their post.” Her armor and runeblade lay beneath a pile of trash and her former guards’ defecation. As she stared at her defiled equipment, she could hear the words of the Warlord, and his lapdog Bonekraka. She’s dangerous and should be locked away for everyone’s safety Warlord, how she hated the general and if her magical bonds had slipped then, she would have ripped his throat out. You are right my friend, and the warlord looked into her eyes, no remorse for her, no love for all her sacrifice, he hated her.
As she struggled against her bindings the warlord walked close. Skarfang you can’t be trusted with duty to the clan, as punishment you will be taken to a tomb and held in a torpid state until the clan has need of your unique talents. She howled in rage as she was forced away, locked in a tomb all for the love of her mate.
She walked the tomb once more, double checking for her lost child, the child she made for Warlord Ripgut. His children were so perfect just like he was, but no she could not find any trace of the child she stitched together for her beloved, all his lost children came home, and she was banished for it.
Lost in thought she heard some scrapping from behind the rock, suddenly she snapped back to her tomb, and yelled out that she was waiting for her jailers return. A few seconds go by and a replay in what she dimly remembered as dwarven came back, she snarled and sighed, she would be trapped here for some time.
When the time came and the dwarf finally moved the boulder, without thought or concern Skarfang plunged her runeblade deeply into the dwarf killing him instantly.
The handful of dwarves and gnomes stood in shock as an orcish death knight strode out of this tomb and killed the lead, before they could react this unholy creature called a plague upon them striking down an elderly gnome. As the others fled to warn the camp one brave dwarf stayed behind pickax in hand to slow the advancement of this monster.
With all the grace of a madman Skarfang attacked the dwarf and his last breath saw his friend of years being raised as a ghoul, under this mad tyrant.
