Chapter Story Edit
Fimki Grimgirsson stared hard at the horizon, his flint-gray eyes picking out a small green shape moving slowly in the distance. He drew a deep breath as he cocked the hammer on his handgun and took aim. The Thunderer released his breath as he squeezed the trigger. In the distance, a Goblin exploded into several pieces. Fimki smiled in satisfaction - something he rarely had cause to do in these hard times.
The combined forces of the Oathbearers and the Bitterstone Clan Dwarfs had proven more than a match for the greenskins at the Bitterstone Mine. The Dwarfs had driven out most of the invading Orcs and Goblins and had now begun to reclaim the lands around the mine, which the Dwarfs called Ekrund.
Though the ringing of picks on stone once again echoed from the craggy canyons and forested slopes, the battle was far from over. The Orcs had been surprised by the arrival of the Oathbearers, but all across Ekrund and in nearby Mount Bloodhorn, they were regrouping for a counterattack.
Things at the Redhammer Pub, meanwhile, had not been going well. Once, in the days when the Dwarfs still held domain over Ekrund, the pub was a popular railroad stop. When the greenskins invaded, they had destroyed the tacks in several places.
After the Dwarfs had gained control of the Bitterstone Mine, General Ironmane dispatched a company of Engineers to the pub with orders to repair the train tracks, and to put the tavern back in working order. With the trains running again, shipments of ore from the mine could be doubled. Meanwhile, the fresh supplies of ale would do wonders for the morale if the beleaguered Dwarfs.
A regiment of Thunderers under the command of Olfgrom Redhammer was assigned to protect the Engineers as they worked. Olfgrom was a direct decedent of the pub's founder, Droki Redhammer, and the general knew the old Dwarf would take great pride in seeing the Redhammer back in business.
"Good shot, Fimki!" bellowed Olfgrom from the porch of the pub, his tankard held high in salute. "I heard tell old Mordrin's got a crew down Ancestor's Watch pumping out the water. The ore's so plentiful at the bottom, they're pulling it from the rock with their bare hands!"
"Humph!" grumbled the old Thunderer in reply. "More ore to hand over to these Oathbearers, so we can watch them cart it off to the Worlds Edge Mountains with naught to show for it."
"Have another ale and stop your complainin'! It's makin' me head ring. Any sign of those reinforcements from Bitterstone?"
None," answered Fimki dourly, watching as another Goblin peered up from a distant outcropping. "But they'd better be here soon - I'm almost out of shot."
Rally Master Edit
Krogan Redhammer is a Dwarf brewmaster, and the owner of the Redhammer Pub in Ekrund. Descended from the pub's founder, Droki, he can be found at the Redhammer Station where he coordinates efforts to repair the trains that once moved through the region.
Influence Rewards Edit