He stood watching the three others go through the shimmering wall that flowed over the cave mouth. Kallum had thought about touching it, but the others had shook their heads, so he paused and lowered his arm.
It was clear they’d been followed by some small sort of dragon-like thing that he’d not been able to see as of yet. It seemed intent on staying nearby, but as far as Kallum could see it was rather annoying and not very useful.
They’d been standing around the cave mouth for about a minute, when the sound of clattering stones began and the ground around them began to rise into humanoid shapes. No faces, or other features marked these creatures, just the stony ground now moving as a human might.
In his mind these forms moved a little awkwardly and slowly, however one must always be cautious with the unknown, a thought he began to voice when his charge ran by him at one of the figures. It was clear to Kallum that staying behind or nearby him weren’t in the dwarf vocabulary. A few quick blows of their earthen arms and the dwarf lay prone on the ground. Kallum’s heart grew cold and he embraced his newly unlocked inner rage and began to swing “Peacemaker” around him, attempting to work his way over to the fallen dwarf.
Around him the remaining members of the party attacked as best they could, but the earthen forms hit with surprising strength.
Kallen was hit by the larger of the earthen “people” twice, it was at that point he knew they were in dire trouble. With the other three party members on the other side of the shimmering curtain engaged (or so he figured), he knew they’d be too late to save him.
The enraged part of his mind kept roaring for blood and revenge, while the overwhelmed calmer side of his personality was suddenly reflective. He fought on hacking and swinging, while his calmed mind though that while he’d not see his mountainous home again, at least he’d die on a mountain, up in the thin air and stone.
He saw the blow that killed him coming, but was so enraged that he was unable to avoid it, moving towards it to deliver a blow of his own. Kallum shuddered as the stone arm cracked into his chest, the armor doing little to deflect the force of the blow. "Peacemaker slide from his hands and he followed winding up in a massive heap in front of the figure who’d killed him.
Kallum looked at the tan and grey stony ground now a inch from his face, he wasn’t able to focus and the sounds of the others engaged in combat were dim sounding like he was underwater. “I’m dying, and wasn’t able to follow through on the oath’s that I took…I would hope that I won’t be too harshly judged…” with that final though Kallum slid from this world into the next.