The trap hall wasn't completed. They all knew it, and knew too that the best they could hope for was to funnel the enemies through it and hold them down while the civilians found a way to survive.
Thikut ran across the bridge that went over the tree line and saw the army. Elves, humans, chinchilla men, deer men, wolverine men(may Kosoth break them for their betrayal). Three times the number of the actual population of their fort!
There was no victory to be had here. No one else was paying attention. Just running for the trap hall.
Thikut had to do something. He stopped as his comrades ran past. He whispered prayers to Kadol, the god of the earth, and leaped from that bridge 5 stories into the waiting horde below. Id and Domas jumped behind him. Domas having become his friend and Id being a mad worshipper of Kosoth the god of war cackling as she descended.
Countless arrows filled his view and he dodged them using the trees he had learned to live among so well as a tool. Jumping around the trunk, pulling himself up its branches and descending down.
As chinchilla men charged him he broke arms, legs and teeth jumping from branches to the ground and taking a bloody tally.
Thikut fought and fought as an entire army focused on him dismembering anyone he could and scoring countless kills.
He could see some others also in the trees and even more taking their stand in the hollow tower trap hall holding the line for some of the last dwarves of the Crystal of Gloves to escape.
They all fought for literal days and Thikut collapsed under the press. He was beaten cruelly for hours on end as the elves pathetic weapons couldn't land a killing blow. As he was mashed into the earth he couldn't help, but wonder desperately "did I accomplish anything meaningful" as his dreams of having a family were smashed by elven weapons...
Bomrek was the mayor, and yes it was true that he was a necromancer. If the people of HelmedMystery learned it they would have surely killed or exiled him as a deserter for he had served in the military for many decades.
Bomrek wasn't a coward though. At least he didn't want to be. He wanted to help helmedmystery because after centuries of enslavement the most the Crystal of Gloves had succeeded in doing was building a few hillocks. This was a chance to truly create a future for his people, and create a bond between themselves and the other races.
It didn't matter now. Out of the few hundred dwarves left in their civilization around 100 would be lost today. He solemnly walked to the massive melee. The last of the dwarves reaping a bloody tally amongst the enemy, but it was an obvious end.
Bomrek was lost in despair. He raised his hands and as he did the dead rose. Dwarf, elf, animal man and human. They all rose and began to tear the living apart.
Bomrek charged in with no armor or weapons and he strangled the life out of one chinchilla man and raised it from the dead, and it attacked him. He wrestled with it and began to stomp its head in to true death. What was going on? The dead weren't recognizing him as their master
They were swarming everyone including him, but he had no choice either he had to keep fighting.
As the reality of the death of the dreams of so many dwarves swarmed him he lost himself in his rage, and fought on to the end.
More dead continued to be raised as from the tops of a tree another necromancer sat raising the death to claim this region.
Id felt nothing as she slaughtered enemies. Kosoth blessed her by taking her fear. Even as all her comrades died she fought and killed emotionlessly. The elves would never forget her. Her corpse would continue to fight after she had passed on. Collapsing a chinchilla woman's head with a single punch
Dubar was terrified. as the Last dwarf standing on the battlefield she was a swordmaster, but did not even have a sword. She beat enemies to death with her steel crossbow which was now falling apart in her hands from the countless kills, and now she was being swarmed by the dead too! Beating them down one by one. Screaming for an end to the battle, but it only continued
Although none remember her name there was a single axe dwarf. Not a veteran like the rest, but a new trainee. She held the hollow tower -alone- for days against the army preventing an advance. When she fell and the wolverine men howled their victory her body shuddered and rose, and began to kill once more. The elves remember and tell the terrifying legend of this creature: Ciraweme
All these sacrifices to save our fort and people paid off, yes? no.
So after all my military dwarves started fighting the fort had a massive riot break out, and three necromancers revealed themselves reviving the corpses. Almost every single dwarf died and the entire fort was covered in blood. Dwarves taken to the hospital to heal were killed by zombie who were in turn killed by rioters who left the bodies there.
Did the necromancers win? No. The few surviving dwarves who were rioting swarmed and killed them. An army of zombies sits outside our fort, but it has no masters now.
https://imgur.com/a/pCkzojKNo one won. The few surviving members of the elf army retreated leaving their fellows to be torn apart piece by piece by the zombie army.
Fort ended I guess!
The last 10 of 15 dwarves charged out to fight the undead army without my ordering them too and as they died the fort was abandoned so that the 5 or so survivors might go and survive.
So much for a refugee fort right?
Oh well trying something new and you break several hundred lives! No harm done! I even got attached to Thikut before he sacrificed himself(against my orders) and then was raised from the dead.
Id's corpse killed Dubar as well as many others, although their was no necromancer still living to raise her from the dead.
Bomrek died an angry hero and at the very least the fort was denied to the filthy, jealous and quite envious elves
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