Gavkreiz Makzaad reunited with his warband that had been steadily gathered for expedition, ranging far from their home of Kurgangrad built by their own hands. Roughly two-score of a very mixed bunch came to settle outside of a cavern opening that had only a few barefoot tracks to and from it, a pair of mutant war-hounds sniffing out the wretched odor drifting from them. Witch-fire torches had been set around the opening, casting a chilling blue light to signal their finding. Dismounted from his daemonic mount, the Zar of the tribe looked over his lot to determine who would go, and who would stay to keep the wagons secured. Chaotic beastmen lugged a cage set from the supply wagon, setting it up to keep the war-hounds at bay until they were needed, and separate. Hungry beasts like those were ideal for skirmish and battle, but not for caves of untold structure.
Hand picked, a baker's dozen would see the job through well, or so Gavel hoped as he chose an even amount of force for the task at hand, a sure mystery. One marauder with a pick, another wielding hammer and ax, the other with a shield also bearing a mace. The mightiest of the nomads beared a flail with shield over shoulder, sided with one with a triple-flail, and another keeping a huge golden-coated maul over shoulders. Heavy plated warriors of Chaos filled the line as well, some more mutated than others, a mix of dual-wielding swordsman, shielded ax-men, and other more unique looking fellows with hammers, maces, and shield. That knight of Ruinous Powers beckoned over one of the Dane-axmen to give them some flexibility for attacking in crowded quarters, divied out the torches, and set down into the caves.. keeping the shielded ones in front with the ones with reach behind them, which included their leader, brandishing his obsidian runic halberd. Uttering a dark incantation, he soon saw in the shadow as if it were day, and the dwarf of Chaos followed behind the rest with his orcish and hobgoblin escort, with a trio of the beastmen to keep those low in fealty in line.
At first the cave did open wide but soon narrowed to a passage half concealed, riddled by stalagmites to navigate carefully single file further. Ducking and twisting through the turns, it wasn't so narrow to hassle those in thick and heavy armor but made progress slow at times, wary of what would be alerted to the sound of their approach and casting of pale light. Eventually this led to a more expansive cavern from a ledge, worn by water and perhaps some olden effort of cave dwelling beings. As they gathered up, none wandering far as they adjusted to the bleak shadow spanning rough terrain, their leader saw through the most readily. He grimaced some, as what he saw before the others wasn't entirely pleasing on the eye. Ghouls, not a hive of them at least, but it was sure to escalate if any of his men fell. The pack of six bald, gaunt cretins was around a crude work station cobbled together in the unevenly open place by a dog headed, stitched variant that gave it's hyena grin to the shiny assembly building up in the apparent exit.
Guttural growling-barks signaled the obvious intention in tandem to Gavkreiz giving command and awareness, "Undead! Shield-wall!" Smaller shields scurried to the sides, those so heavily armored held their ground in the front just as Gavel set his halberd forward along with the poled-ax of an ally, their fellow getting some room behind him to rear back with a multi-headed flail to swing when the shining in their eyes drew closer. Intelligent enough to try to avoid charging the obvious threats, the ravenous running dead found themselves beset by bludgeons and axes as they avoided the lanes of doom offered. Hard to avoid the flail, its chains snapping down with hooks and spiked balls crushing limbs and skull with ease. Trying to rip through unholy-blessed armor, blow after blow rained down on them as shields jammed forward to drive them back and run them down. Opposing foe of a leader grew distressed as the northmen charged without rushing to keep from being hurt on the uneven terrain, flowing forward, those following up mercilessly driving blades, clubbing weapons down, until the unliving didn't twitch any longer. Abomination at large ran to climb for a grotto wall, moving with celerity surprising to the hardened warriors but still, a few threw axes to slow the creature down.. doing more than mere harrying in fact. Losing half a leg and jarred by a strike to the shoulder, it fell backwards, howling until it found itself impaled on a stony spike jutting up from the cavern floor. After some gurgled screaming Gavkreiz silenced all that wretched echoing noise as his halberd dropped, a swift beheading.. brackish blood poured out which was jarred for potential uses, the warband pooled together around their leader with many grins of victory but kept their guard up, uncertain of what else lurked in the dark.. waiting for the right eyes to see the picture more clearly.