Down
in mining shaft number eight, the stuck into a strange cavern. It was here they
came across an interesting find; a young hurt drow child was lying in the base
of the cavern. The last blast before they found the cavern must have sent some
rocks tumbling upon the drow. He was immediately taken to the dwarf healers
where he died shortly thereafter. When news of this spread everyone knew
something very bad would happen. The drow were a very volatile race, and once
they had something set in their minds, they would stop at nothing until they
achieved their goal. Guru could feel that rough time were ahead of them. He got
to sit in on meetings with his father and the king. He recalled how heated they
got; the king and his father knew how grave upcoming times would be. During
that time, it would be impossible to pass the kings throne room without hearing
some type of shouting within.
Then one day they struck. It was a blitz attack, even though
the dwarfs knew invasion was in the air, they were not ready for it so soon.
The drows came in waves, just like the unrelenting sea, no matter how many you
put down they kept coming. General Gerenuk was at the front line, it was not
dwarf like to have the generals in the back giving orders, besides he had the
bloodlust in him. His axe swinging, he mowed through the drow like blades of
grass. But unfortunately the drow were more like crab grass, every time you
finished off one, two more would be in their fading brothers place. They were
the ultimate warriors, it seemed that their archaic language had no place for
words like fear, pain, and losers, well unless they were applied to those they
chose as their enemies. General Gerenuk had personally trained his son, and
requested that his son be at his side. So there was Guru, watching the lust
take hold of his father as he tore trough countless drow. He tried his best to
feel the same way, but alas did not have his heart in it.
Then it happened, all at once, fifteen drow pounced upon
Gerenuk bringing him down hard. Something inside of Guru snapped, he saw
nothing but red. The world faded into the background, all he saw was the axe in
his hands, and fifty or so drows that would be considering the idea of waking
up that morning a rather bad choice. Like a flash of lightning he passed unseen
though the crowd of drows, leaving a trail of blood and corpses. With this new
hope the dwarfs had renewed spirit and rallied behind him, mostly because in
front would have been a shortsighted choice. Guru was a refreshing juggernaut
for the dwarfs, he instilled hope where all was lost; mostly he killed drow
like it was nobodies business. With Guru leading them they pushed the drow all
the way back to cave in which they had come. That cave, the place where it all
started, with that accidental blast terminally injuring a clandestine drow.
-V-
