[WFRP2e] The Saga of Jorunn - Part 1 - "That Which Remains"

[MrAbdiel]

Your father's axe clonks into the ogre's skull. Its bite is disappointing shallow in the thick bone; but it splashes blood in ogre's eyes, and affords you a window to lunge in with your ursine snout and tear out the ogre's throat. It crashes down with a ghastly gurgle; its own blood splashing down its open neck into its stomach and, you swear, providing some strange relief in its eyes. But your opponent is dead, and your body cracks and shifts back to its natural form, leaving you spitting foul blood and wiping it from your facial hair. Looking up, you see dragon is just as asleep before - and the hammer, which appears to you now to be a finely worked handle and a massive, sawn off tooth or tusk with the flat top used as the hammer's face, clatters to the ice.

It is yours to take, now - though so far the reason for this weird coalition of ogre, beastmen and dragon remains less than obvious.