An Axe to Grind

They sent their sabretusks sniffing for hidden entrances, their leadbelchers to blast at our mighty gate, and still we held on. But what is an ogre if not a mindless mass of flesh driven by its primal urge to feed? When all their other attempts failed they sent in the stonehorns. One we could take down with concentrated cannon-fire, but three… it was too much. The gates shook, the gates cracked, and that is all that was needed, but a crack. The runes that sealed the gate gave way and the tide of flesh poured into Karak Azorn.

As you listen to Dagril Zannar retell the tale of how the upper deeps of Karak Azorn defended themselves against the waves of ogres that poured in the cracked gates, a messenger brings the tale of the Ahsreaver tribe in Cinderfall. A cohort of leadbelchers guarding a tyrant with his gorger pets. Zannar burns with anger. Go to Cinderfall and eliminate this barb in dwarfen memory. Return to Dagril Zannar when you are done.