[h2]Krag and Grak[/h2]

"Could you pass me that cuirass please?" Krag asked as he stared down focusing on the Dwarven forge before him. "Sure thing!" Grak said happily and chipper as his massive, one-eyed head reached over and picked up a Dwarven cuirass made mostly from a bronze metal. Grak handed the piece of armour over to his brothers mouth who then proceeded to chomp down on it and lower it down to the burning hot magma below. The metal melted fairly quickly but Krag made sure to keep the contents within his own mouth so as though not to loose any materials. Once the armour was in a completely liquified state the dragon lifted its head up and began spitting the metal within a mould of Grak's head. After the metal began settling Grak began bashing his head within the metal in order to get the non-hardened metal out. 

After about an hour a bronze alloy helmet was completed for Grak and the dragon tried it on while swinging his head all around happily "feels great!" Grak said to his brother Krag "nice! Now let's go see how it fares against some opposition!" Krag said as the dragon began heading outside. There was a patch of ground on the small island that had a ton of disturbed dirt which seemed like it had been tilled or something. Krag and Grak both open their mouths and let an eerie mist flow out and onto the ground. The mist seeped into the earth below and out from the ground about two dozen hands broke free and began to raise from the ground. At this point Krag had given total body control to Grak so that Krag could focus on controlling the undead while that other had the freedom to fight them. 

The zombie dwarfs came forth with their rusted weaponry and armour and rushed the dragon while stabbing and slashing at it as they came in closer. Grak started swinging his head and bashing the undead with his now fortified noggin and sent them flying into the water. A few managed to get close enough to actually slash at the dragon but didn't get to many hits in as the dragon simply waved its wing and blew them away. Most of the undead were incapacitated by this point but Krag still had a trick up his sleeve that he had been meaning to try out. He commanded the undead to come together at a safe distance and they began toppling on top of one another to make a larger, stronger being "did you think of that?" Grak asked his brother to which Krag nodded. The undead monster ran in and began swiping at the dragon with its long appendages which managed to connect and actually hurt the two. Grak began taking measures to dodge the attacks and was somewhat successful and got its own few hits in. As the undead behemoth began to weaken from the natural strain of having all of the weight resting on just a few bodies, Krag rushed the creature and flew right through it. As Grak got back his control on his half of the body he smiled "now was that cool or what?" Krag said with a smile and Grak nodded in agreement.