Romae's Charge

Glancing around, the adventurers turned their attention to the captive dwarf woman, chained inside the pump-wheel of the ventilation system. Thorkil and Akara hurried over and unfastened her bonds, and she stood for a few minutes haranguing them in dwarvish before throwing up her hands and running across the hall into the barracks. A few moments later, she emerged, dressed in salvaged armour and carrying a battleaxe, and charged off into the mine yelling what were obviously battle cries.

Animir gathered her followers and went after the dwarf, who Thorkil told her was named Romae, catching her up after a couple of turns. Romae calmed down a bit once she saw that the others were prepared to join her in seeking revenge on her captors, and the newly-constituted group moved more cautiously down the mine passage.

As they neared the next room in the complex, Animir's sharp elven ears picked up small sounds; conversation, clinks and thumps, a crackling sound of burning wood. Edging to the junction, she and Romae peered around, to see a small sqaure room, with two makeshift smelting furnaces ablaze against the south wall, and two troglydytes skimming pure copper off the tops of two iron kettles with long-handled scoops.

Romae needed nothing more than the sight of the two trogs to ignite her fury once more, and hurtled around the corner waving her axe and screaming her war-cry. Catching the two reptilians completely unprepared, she struck a horrifying blow which smashed the head of one of them into jelly, dropping it in its' tracks.

Startled but undaunted, the others followed her. Rather unexpectedly, the second trog put up a very tough fight, inflicting several nasty wounds on Animir, before finally sucumbing.