Role

Chapter 4

'The price is paid for your insolence.'

The chilling rasp of the dark figure echoed along the lips of the
lumps of dwarven corpses strewn across the ground. The mocking
laughter from the wraith who so long ago cheated him and stole
his creation stabbed the insults deep within Ghrummin's heart.
Even moreso was the twisted creation of flesh and metal glowing
wickedly with a sinister power. Only the last letters of the
Dhrummin family's engraving barely appeared through the malformed
creation of blasphemous sin. The once pristine and glamorous
creation, which the High Smith had entered a contract with to
give existance, shrieked with insanity and a demonic thirst for
blood.

'Shhh, my pet. You will feast on your past master's flesh soon
enough

Clasping his mighty calloused fists across the shaft of his
hammer, Ghrummin's eyes bulged with fury. A startling roar of
fury, deafening even the elderly, erupted from his throat.

'YA FARGIN' TIEF! YA FARGIN TIEFIN' DA CREATION O' DA DHRuMMIN,
BE TIEFIN' ME KINS! BE READY FER DA POUNDIN O' GHRUMMIN
DHRUMMIN!'

As the muscles on Ghrummin's legs coiled to carry its owner
to its hated prey, Ghrummin realized in horror at the reality
of the show put on by the mage. The last whispers of its
incantation ended and the dead bodies of his recently
deceased kin shuffled to their feet. Dull lifeless eyes,
void of any of the compassion and caring that they held
only days before, stared at him, unblinking. Tiny hands
imbued with unnatural strength clawed at his legs, causing
his entire body to become immobile. Even as he struggled futilely,
cursing his body to move, the whispers of the wraith
reverberated from the mouths of each of the zombie and spoke
his fate.

'Ah, my noble dwarven friend, I do not seek anything more
from you but your skills. You will craft me the means to
empower my army.'

Unconsciousness tranquilized his anger and rage as the
zombie piled on top of him, battering him unmercifully.