Role

Chapter 2

Upon the 45th year of Dhrummin's existance, a decade
after the start of his imprisonment, a loud roar echoed
within his cavern. A smirk emerged on his face as he
picked up his well-cared hammer from next to his
sleeping pallet. Long ago, he had discerned that the
cave, for that matter the entire fortress that the Wraith
resided in, once belonged to a dragon. The master had
returned.

Swarming across the corridors, the rattling of various
skeletons heeding their master's summons and the shuffling
of enhanced zombies leaping from wall to wall hid his
presence from the ever watchful eyes of the Wraith.
Just outside the chamber, large piles of bone and pieces
of rotting flesh already made the ground slippery and
jagged to walk on. However, Ghrummin had planned for this
event for a decade. Uncaring of his wounds and shrugging
off the waves of magic emitting from both the dragon and
the Wraith, Ghrummin positioned himself in the shadows
away from the sight of the undead. For too long had
he planned his escape and his revenge - haste would
only spoil his ambitions.

With a thunderous roar, the dragon fell to the ground
as a single word pierced its reputed impenetrable hide.
The Wraith hissed in exhiliration and relief - however,
the arduous battle had taken its toll. The various
minions collected over the years had fallen into decay
or simply dissipated into nothing.

In that brief moment, Ghrummin's roar, matching that
of the dragon's, awakened the Wraith's senses, if only
a second too late. The Ancient Hammer of the Dhrummin's
smashed into the Wraith's head through all the ensorcelled
protective clothing that it coveted. As each thunderous
blow smashed Ghrummin's hated enemy, the names of
each of his kin and ancestors came unbiddenly to his mouth,
punctuating each swing and smash.

Hours passed as each shred of bone and flesh was pounded
into nothingness. At the end of his rampage, Ghrummin
yelled in triumph.

'BE DHRUMMIN YER 'EAD IN!'