Miguel
“Hey, so we've tried bringing guns through the portal.”
“What do you mean, you tried? It didn't work?”
“It's weird, they just stop working, it's like they clog up and can't fire anymore.”
“Well, figure out why, I don't care how.”
“Well, I don't think we’ll be able to.”
“If we want any sort of power, we need these weapons. We don't have any magic users save one of two guys who only just recently started learning.”
“Sir, I understand, but I don’t think guns will work.”
“This is our only chance, Miguel. Figure it. The fuck. Out.”
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A crack rings through the cavern, and Talon stands over a slave while growling menacingly.
On the opposite side of the cavern from him is a small armada of rats. Standing at the forefront of the opposing rats stands another rat. Weaker than the rest, and around him are rats never seen before. Goblins, Bulls, a variety of other animals, and even a mole person were dissected in this rat's pursuit of perfection.
Instead of perfection, he created creatures capable of such violence it was amazing. Rats grew 9 feet tall with bulging muscles, another rat is small but his hand have been replaced with menacing looking blades, coated in poison. Short story he had created a freak show of rats. A freak show that was exceptional, at one thing. Violence.
The rat standing at the forefront throws up his paws in a grand gesture. “I am Bonemuncher, the flesh carver! Yes! Yes!” He screeches in joy before spinning in place, and than throwing his hands forward, and his beasts charge into the fray.
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Talon, every ready was prepared for this though, and had created a new weapon. He quickly screeches, and giant cannons lie ready next to him. Less like cannons, and more like the ottomans giant bombard they fire giant shot of granite that fracture, and tear his opponents to shreds.
As the beasts run forward giant balls of stone land around them, shattering, and peppering them with shrapnel, disabling or slowing most, a direct hit is certain death for the ones lucky enough to get that.
At a range that is dubiously accurate the rats lower their muskets, and unload a volley into the enemy beasts rushing towards them, the front lines of the rushing monsters fall, and the rest sprint over them. A giant rat bull tramples over the corpse of one of the knife handed rats who cuts through his achilles heel accidentally taking him down as well.
The rats armed with muskets turn, screeching, and sprint through the crowds of slaves who stand, fear in their eyes, their hands full of useless weapons.
The first rat bull arrives, and he lowers his humongous bulbous shoulder before slamming into the crowd of rats, almost ten rats are thrown back, and a giant gap is created. The slaves try to turn, and run but are shot by musket men, or stabbed by the more competent guards.
The slaves screech, and turn back. They pick up their spears, and stab away. Occasionally the slaves get lucky, and when the opposing rat bulls charge into their ranks they will impale themselves on a particularly sturdy spear.
The rat bulls, and other monstrosity tear through any semblance of formation, as the knife handed ones quickly advance, and cut their opponents down with brutal efficiency.
Luckily the horrid monstrosities towering above the rest are easy to shoot at, even amidst the friendly lines of rats, and the musket men, one by one, focus them down. Every rat ball is pumped with line, after line, after line of copper projectiles before collapsing. As the slave chafe finally dissipates the guards stomp forward, their slightly more competent hands armed with well made swords, and shields.
They clash with the knife hands, and their discipline, and shields overwhelm them, quickly causing the remaining small force of knife hands, rat bulls, and other monstrosities to retreat to an absolutely pissed Bonemuncher.
Despite this Bonemuncher was prepared for the possibility of failure, and so had a pre-prepared set of tunnels for him, and his comrades to escape into.
They rush away, and disappear into the depths of my caverns which I have been regularly expanding for them.