Trunden Gnomeblood

[Incurus]

With a loud whoomping noise, a barrel of beer shot into the air smoke trailing behind it before it smashed into the ground with a sickening crunch sending shards of razor sharp wood over a huge radius
"Gurdamnit! Och ya wee bastid, at least i was usin empty kegs my damn long-range supply cannon still needs a bit o' work eh"
The speaker was a stout dwarf, dishevelled and with a huge ginger beard tucked into the thick leather belt beneath his stout belly, one hand resting on a large device on a circular stand the other holding a oversized tankard full with golden ale
"Dont cha worry laddy, ah'll ave this device sorted soon" The stout dwarf aimed his commentary at a somewhat nervous looking human beside him who replied, his voice still shaking
"Umm, Sir going back to the message I was carrying your king has said that you are to join the fight with the legions of ahh.. Precept"
"Precept?" The dwarf said before quaffing half his tankard "Tha pansy elf boy Song is calling for us again.. tha lil bastid is the one who got me called Gnomeblood due to my inventions jus cus those bastids never liked ma whiskey, used it to burn the armour of the enemies instead laddy, what a waste! ye can never trust an elf ye know, anyhow be off with ya manling.. Aye, ill need to get to me packin"
The dwarf turned and walked back into his home, after few minutes he wandered back out a huge rife strapped to a even larger sack on his back and a armoured jacket covering his stout frame, his heavy wrench tucked beside his beard in his belt, he looked at the LRS Cannon, looked at the pile of debris from where it landed and with a thoughtful shrug, picked it up, tying it to his back as well.
"Ah hope tha lil bastid has more of me kin with im this time, never trust anyone who cannae grow a beard, well time to get off then Betty" He patted his rifle, and began the long trek towards the empire of man.

[Barathor]

Leowen! I have tears in my eyes... You started to write again :D More you bastid! Do it!

[Incurus]

Trunden unclasped the turret from his back and carefully placed it on the ground making sure his new reinforced tripod design was steady, he carefully leant over brushing a few rocks away from under the stand and stood there admiring his work, he had been busy on his travels so far and this was the second turret he was now carrying around with him, due to his new folding gyro-reinforced-tri stabilising tri-pod design both his LRS Launcher and this new design, which by Grungni was beautiful.

The Polished bronze of the design gleamed in the sun, the crossed axes over a double stein design was prominent and a circle of lead covered corks encircled the inner ring of the turret offering a perfect counterpoint to the bright design of the rest of the gleaming object, on the most prominent end was a etched design of a dwarf arms outstretched holding a stein out for a refill the arms came forwards and out of the perfect circle of the turret creating a barrel the Stein turned flat to show how empty it was was the gleaming end of the barrel, another of Trunden’s legendary inventions for peace and ease of drink.

"Ye be a beauty allright" Trunden said to his new device "I reccon a good brewer can ave tens of barrels of ale corked with you me sweet i think ill call ya my Gas Propelled Corkage Cannon keep it simple, and comfy to boot!" Trunden hopped onto the turret his new tri-pod holding perfectly steady, however as he moved around getting himself comfy on his impromptu seat his somewhat ample rear end hit the starter switch and with a THWOOMP the compressed air shot one of the lead covered corks out of the CPC Cannon and the round dissapeared with a puff of dust some inches into a hill in the distance.
"Gurdamnit! Better be a puttin a warnin label on this thin, hold ale close to device or sumtin.. Ah it'll be fine apart from tha" with that Trunden pulled another device from his back harness, this one a lot lower tech and with a sigh of pleasure poured himself a tankard of ale from the cask "Eres to tomorrow!"