WHITE HAIR - forever failure
Sagas of  Rynfang Death Stalker, The Dragon Slayer
By Sam Sedghi Sacrenuk@aol.com

"A Slayer is that of woe, a soul plunged into the eternal grim darkness. An abyss of everlasting suffering."
 Lord Grimbeard Orcsnapper records of Azgal ` The encounter with White Hair The legend.'

The DragonFang axe lay beside the rock. His pitch white hair curled over his grim face. How many centuries had he been amongst these rocks, which he still calls home. His home that was taken from him.  Yet he still lives. His muscle bound arms showed no signs of old age. It was his eyes that gave him away.Centuries of bloodshed and solitude would driven any creature insane, yet  not him. For him there was no insanity. Except for the burden. The burden he has always been carrying

"Ow much left!!" Da Killa said. Whilst he gave a nasty backhand to the goblin scout, who flew several meters away.  There was a silence among the mob. The goblin scout was unconscious. They could see that there boss was getting ever more furious, another goblin scout stepped forward cowering his head.
" Da bridge isn't that far boss, itz er.. Three.. um no five." The Goblin Scout could see that Da Killa was getting impatient. The goblin didn't want to feel the bosses wrath. He fell to his knees.
"Ten giant steps , that away!" The Goblin pointed north. He wasn't sure if his estimated distance was correct however he knew that the Boss probably wouldn't know the difference if it was twice the number of giants steps.
"Then North we go LADZ!" He shouted in triumph. "That's were we shall find the Stunties and that iz were we shall crush'em" He said with a large Orcish cheer which sounded much like a boars roar and then thumped the Goblin Scout with the hilt of his double edged axe. The Orc mob and goblin scouts marched north towards the mountain pass bridge.  The battle will soon begin and Da Killa would need this victory if he was to go up in ranks amongst his tribe. The ambitious brute grinned.

He heard the noises not to far from were he sat, they would soon come he thought. The Dragonfang still lay beside the rock. He looked ahead at the bridge that was before him.

Today he would die he thought to himself, and so the burden will die to along with him.

Da Killa saw two of his goblin scouts run back from their somewhat shamble of a reconnaissance mission. Even he could her their bickering a few giant steps away. He sighed, nevertheless they had come back in one piece which was a surprise. They had better have brought some useful information with them. He thought. Da Killa was getting impatient with all this walking and no bashing..
" For Mork sake where is da bridge!" He threatened the two goblin scouts by raising his double headed axe. Both Goblins halted there disorganised run and tripped over each other. Da Killa sighed.
" Err sorry boss, he's just over that rock over there." The Goblin scout chuckled.

 He? Da Killa thought.

"There's justa one stunty?" Da Killa said bemused.
"Yess boss, that's right just one old stunty sitting on a rock!" The Goblin said with a wide grin, for today he would live the Goblin thought.

"AaaaRaaaGH!"
One of the Goblin scouts spilt into two from the torso. Blood washed over the Da Killa's axe. 
"I want that Stunties head and that bridge and once that's over I want to fight some friggin more stunties. We'll `ave to go deeper!"

He saw them, fourteen green skins he counted. Ten Orcs, four goblins. They were at the opposite side of the  bridge.  He heard their malice laughter and wicked taunts.  Yet, Dragon Fang still lay next to him beside the rock, which he sat.

"Er Boss, that stunty ain't movin. You tink it's a real stunty?"
Ghrunt, second in command said with a look of uneasiness. They are fourteen strong yet this Dwarf has not yet moved a muscle.
Da Killa laughed.
"Me tinks the stupid stunty wantz to die!" He shouted, they were half way across the bridge and closing on the lone dwarf.  Suddenly, one of the goblins screamed.

"Boss! Boss! It's a Slayer."

The Killa frowned. "So what? They'all  da same, move on or I'll show ya some slaying!"

"But Boss.. It's White Hair!"
 Suddenly the whole mob halted. Da Killa had heard of  this stunty. But he couldn't remember much, he wasn't one who had a good memory. He grinned maybe killing this stunty would raise him to Big Boss after all. He grinned evilly.
"Alright ladz, move it. There's allot of us and one of him. Anyone disagree come and talk to me." He sneered threateningly. The mob moved forward but this time a little more cautious. Like Da Killa most of had heard of White Hair, but shrugged it off. It was just a tale and the land is full of them and this dwarf didn't look so big and tough they thought.

The left half of his face painted in black, an ancient mark that would remind him forever of what he was. The runic tattoos embedded into his skin. With one hand he grabbed the dragon fang and swayed it to his centre. Grabbing dragon fang with both hands. He stood up. His short stunty body covered with tattoo's of a lost history. His body compacted with a bulk of muscles. An arrow hit his arm. He ignored the mild graze.

"Er boss, he's moving."  Ghrunt said, he was  just a few yards away from this stunty who was now making Ghrunt and some of the mob a bit nervous.
Anger and rage filled Da Killa.
"Of course he's movin! Now Charge!"
 The Battle cry of the Waaagh was heard for mile across as the Orc mob charged the lone slayer.

The Dragon Fang axe , sliced through the first Goblin from it's left shoulder to right torso. The dance had began.  Dragon Fang swung back, then swung forward for it's next blow,  slicing through  an Orcs right torso to the Orcs upper left shoulder. The slayer span around, decapitating another Orc.  An Orc tried to thrust it's spear towards the chest of the slayer. But the Dragon fang knocked the spear mark wide with it's hilt, a straight deep line was cut through the Orc from Head to neck, splitting the Orcs head open into two. Blood gushed out spraying the Slayer. 

The Slayer was getting cut from left from right. But his tough old skin thwarted the Orc and Gobbo blades leaving many minor cuts and bleedings. Another three Orcs  fell. Panic rushed through the ranks of the mob. This was no stunty they were fighting. This was a Demon, worst than that they fought. This demon was a butcher. The mob began to panic.

Da Killa could sense that his mob was about to break. Every blow he struck at the stunty was parried or just a glance hit.

He would not fail, Da Killa thought to himself. He had bashed to many heads for it all to come to this. With one final gesture he challenged the silent butcher. The mob cheered, they were glad that there boss challenged this stalker of death for their own fear they were glad and slowly backing away.

Da Killa charged the slayer with his axe raised above his head. The dwarf who didn't recognize Da Killa's challenge finished off another Orc. The Orc bosses axe came down on the Slayer.
Da Killa grinned evilly. His victory was near.
The Slayer, spun around and leap parrying the axe by slicing it in half with the Orcs Boss head.

The Orc boss look startled, some how he was shorter than before. To his horror he saw his axe in two and the rest of  his body except his head laying on the floor before him and the Slayer covered in his blood. 
"I lost?" He said dumbfound, that was the first and last intelligent conclusion the Orc boss ever made.
With their boss dead and in panic the mob fled. Dragon Fang flew in the air taking another Orc down. The slayer cared not for the other that fled. More will come. They always do.

The battle was over.

He walked over to pick up his Dragon fang. His closet and longest companion, He held the double headed axe tightly. The  Slayer frowned. His muscles ached. He was covered in the blood of his fallen enemies and his own. The rush of battle was a great adrenaline that had swept over him. But now something else crept within in. The darkness plunged through him.
 
He fell on one knee,

A deep pain stung him. Emotions full of woe overtook his body.

He gave out a loud roar,  which echoed across the mountains of Karak Azgal. Those who heard the roar shuddered. Memories of a crown resting on an old friends head, Water slowly stung his eyes.
"Forever Failure." He whispered.

He did not die.