[Armitage]

As Erenief made his way through the rib cage of a long-dead Julopiath Scuig Mite he looked back at the massacre that lay behind him. Giant bones littered the cavern floor, ancient Dwarven armour and weapons had also dropped randomly, obviously from a fallen warrior failing to make the journey back to their homeland. He climbed over a skull of an unknown beast and slowly began the journey into the unknown. With only 6 days that passed, Erenief was making good time. He had already despatched a small Stinger Bug Imp that had wandered along his path and thought Erenief would be easy pickings. Despite this encounter, the vast cavern seemed surprisingly empty. Erenief needed a prise, something that proved him worthy of re-entering the Dwarven capitol and finally becoming an Elder. Erenief entered deeper and deeper into the cavern, picking up small trinkets as he went, loose gems from the cavern walls and Dragon teeth from ancient skeletons that had perished at the hands of his comrades.

Another six days had passed with nothing, but on the day of 'Walfroks Fall', the day where all Dwarves of the warrior cast celebrate the rise to power of their once great fearsome general, a hungry Drakeling had wandered through the valley and stumbled into Erenief's trap. The small trip line had been snapped and a giant boulder had fallen and crushed the Drakeling to the ground. Erenief jumped into action, slicing through the incapacitated creatures jugular killing it instantly. A Drakeling in dwarven society was barely considered to be a worthy kill, in fact, Walfrok was supposed to have had one as a pet!
As Erenief severed his trophy of a Drakeling heart from the beast, he heard loose gravel drifting down a cliff face behind him. As he turned around, what looked like a shadow swept down and knocked his Axe out of his hand and sent him falling to the ground. Erenief scrambled to his feet and as he looked up, perched on the side of a huge ledge, was a fabled Spiked Elder Dragon. This giant beast must have smelt the blood of the fallen Drakeling and flew in to pick at the remains in this harsh desolate waste ground of the deepdownbelow.
Erenief was without his cloven axe that he had trained with since he was a small dwarfling but this did not mean he was defenceless. With guile and cunning he ducked under the talons of the Elder dragons next attack and rolled next to a Broadsword that had been dropped probably by the Elder Dragons last meal. With a mighty swing of his arm he threw the broadsword hurtling through the air at the beast resting on top of the Drakeling's lifeless body. As the sword pierced the dragons eye it let out a piercing cry that echoed throughout the cavern. The Ancient beast fell to the ground with an almighty crash that rippled through the cavern shaking the ground as it went. Erenief had faced a Fabled beast that in many dwarven scriptures had wiped out entire villages of Dwarves in the ancient days. The infamous dragons Spiked Horn mounted on its scaly head lay sticking in the air, as Erenief went in for a closer observation he saw the horn had many scrapes and stains, obviously from previous battles fought. With a sharp withdrawing motion he ripped the broadsword from within the Dragon and slowly began to remove the horn