I awoke from a night's slumber, annoyed by the fact that someone, even in the midst of night, found time to carve the world's loudest statue. I was not tired either way, and decided to take up patrol duty for the poor late-worker that has it now. I equipped my spear and armor, and went south through the main hallway. The walls were still in the process of being lined with Obsidian, to give it a more prestigious look, since noone liked the Dog-Brown color that Schist made when smoothed out. I reached my tower, about a mile south of the Living quarters, in a half hour.
The Guard Tower was an imposing structure, built by our Father's Fathers just before the great war. The tower was no less than 150 feet tall, it's walls were covered in spikes every five or so feet, and it was topped off with Eight Ballista. It's said that the Ballistas once destroyed an entire demon army from three miles away. An obvious lie, but grand stories from those times are all too common, and Un-Dwarven to dispute.
I went to open the door, readying my key. The door was unlocked, though. A major oddity, since it was The Captain's orders for the door to be locked at all times unless there was an emergency that required evacuation. Knowing this, I readied my spear and slowly opened the door. The door creaked open to reveal the entrance, nothing out of the ordinary, the banners still pinned between the bricks, showing our Symbol. There were three stairways branching out, two of them leading upstairs, to the crossbow posts the other down, to the armory and semi-Dungeon. I say semi because it was a barely finished cell with no real security. We largely ignored it, and the rats that bred there. I went upstairs, to the next room. Still, noone to be found, I was getting tense at this time, since any Night-Watchman would stay on the second floor, waiting for his replacement to show. I went up again, and again, until I reached the ballista storage room, right below the Ballista.
Upon reaching the top of those stairs, I saw a horrific site. Blood, organs, and chunks were strewn about the room, Melbil, the old veteran which took night watches all the time, was dead, pinned against the wall by a ballista arrow. It looked like a monster had skewered him onto the wall, then proceeded to rip him to pieces. I nearly gagged. Not even a Dwarf could handle this. I proceeded to try and release Melbil from the arrow, to no avail. I decided I should tell the Captain at once, right after I found who, or what, had done this.
I went up the last flight of stairs, only to see a.. A demon.. Or what seemed like one, eating the remains of what seemed like limbs. It looked at me. I still feel the horrible chill that went right to my soul when we locked eyes.
"ABOMINATION, YOUR DEATH WILL BE SLOW, FLEE TO YOUR ABYSS OR DIE ON MY SPEAR." I was no match for a demon, small as this one seemed. I charged it, holding my spear directly at it. It did not move, but met my spear with it's claws. It's hands only slid down the shaft as I ran the spear through it's body. The Demon did not die, though, oh no, it simply looked down at the spear, at me, then screeched, as if it were a banshee. It ripped itself off my spear and jumped off the edge of the tower, running into the night.
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Sorry, still more prelude to actual adventure.
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Topic: Lorbam Wailwinds, Speardwarf. (Read 1740 times)