Dwarf Chapter 7
zone: Barak Varr
Dwarf Chapter 7 Order Storyline
location: Hagruk's Camp, Barak Varr
npc: Thane Karrasteel
zone: Barak Varr
Chapter Lore: Man the Organ Guns! Load the cannon! By Grungni's long beard, I'll not see Bar Dawazbak fall this day!
Thane Karrasteel barked orders as he walked the length of the battlement atop the great Dwarfs-head Gate. The Orcs were preparing to attack again. He could see them loading their Rock Lobbers with boulders, hoping to smash a hole in the proud wall of white stone that governed entry to the port city of Barak Varr.
Karrasteel had been the gatekeeper of Bar Dawazbak for nearly all of his long life, as had his father and his grandsire before him. Never had the greenskins broken through, and it would over his corpse if they did so today. The lone Dwarf harbor in all the Old World, Barak Varr was vital to the success of the war effort. Through the port flowed supplies and reinforcements from the Empire and the kingdom of the Elves.
So crucial was the defense of the gate that when the greenskins attacked it, Thane had sent a message to the High King all but pleading for help. In answer, a detachment of Oathbearers marched north from the Marshes of Madness to help protect the Bar Dawazbak.
Thane cried out a warning as the greenskins charged. "Here they come, lads! Aim steady, now. Feed them hot lead and steel!"
The chattering of organ guns was followed by the deafening roar of the cannons. In answer, the Orcs' Rock Lobbers released their deadly payload. The old Dwarf grit his teeth as several boulders arced toward the wall.
One of the huge rocks smashed against the gate with such force, the dwarfs standing atop it were thrown from their feet. A great cloud of dust and debris billowed up, and a shower of stone fragments rained down upon Thane Karrasteel and the Oathbearers around him.
There was a gasp, and several exclamations of dread. Thane turned to look at the wall, though he was fearful of what he would see. Sure enough, there wall had been badly damaged; there was a hole large enough for several Orcs walking shoulder-to-shoulder to pass through. Thane's heart sank, and his shoulders slumped. The fight left him, and he sank to the ground, defeated. The sight of the ruined gate was more than he could bear.
"On your feet, longbeard!" Thane was pulled up by Grale Ironfirst, one of the Oathbearer warriors.
"The gate is breached! Our doom has come!" The longbeard was inconsolable, but Grale was having none of it.
"Aye, and now all that stands between these savages an' Barak Varr is us! Now, are ye with us? Will ye do your duty?"
Thane clenched his teeth and picked up his weapon, shaking free of the despair. He could not undo the damage to the gate, but at least he could make sure the greenskins paid dearly for what they'd done to it.
"To battle!" cried the old Dwarf as he charged forth to protect the gap in the wall.