Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160803231543

Ibrahim continues forward, undaunted by the chaos of the enemy soldiers around him. They charge forward,  making their way through the gargantuan piles of flaming debris as they try to make their way around the crater. Suddenly,  the horses stop and panic. Ibrahim attempts to goad them on.

They both feel a shuddering jolt beneath their feet as the ground drops several inches.

Hound,  Ibrahim,  and even the soldiers stop. Ibrahim looks at Hound. "What in the hells was -"

The ground drops again. They hear a deep, metallic groan beneath their feet, the sound of metal and timber giving way underground.

"Oh, shi - "

The ceaseless pounding of the drill, combined with the intense explosion and heat from above, was bad enough. With Hound hitting the ground, the vault can do no more.

It caves in.

Dark chaos, debris everywhere,  a brief sense of falling, an impact, smoke and fire and dust and bodies everywhere. Hound sees only darkness. He picks himself up, and tries to stand in the rubble. He looks up. A massive chamber, enormous, Dwarven arches and pillars. Yawning architecture.

And through the smoke, a wall of pure iron and rage...five thousand Dwarven heavy infantry.

He staggers forward, staring at the line of spears and shields. He coughs. A Dwarf stands up and peeks over the shield wall.

"Who in Iilias' tits are YOU?"

Hound becomes vaguely aware of lots of stirring behind him...