[Hello Bay12, Limulid is baaaaaaack! After a long hiatus, I come bearing a powerful gift my adoring flock, the gift... Of an update! Ya didn't really think I'd let this die such an ignoble death didja? Our happy little update page is now fully up to date even! Well enough chit-chat, let's see what we can do...]
“Heads up everyone! We got merchants coming in!” Mattock called, having seen them down the road as he collected a log. In fairly short order, dwarves began swarming the depot with trade goods to offload on whomever it was, though they all assumed it was the high elves and tree humpers.
Sure enough, on the heels of the last high elf pack animal were the treedwellers. Who promptly were fired on by a goblin marksman.
“AMBUSH!” came a high elf from the rear of the respective caravan as he saw their cousins' animals panicking, followed in short order by a small swarm of goblins bearing down on them. Just a few brief minutes later, Mantis, Skull, Corai, Anvil, and Osprey were the first responders. However, as Mona and Usi approached, the group noticed Corai was missing.
Then they saw a leg go flying through the air.
“Oh that idiot didnt do what I think he did!” Mantis almost shouted in anger. “On me! For Limulid!” She shouted, ushering the militia forward to meet the threat.
As they advanced, it was clear who was winning: Corai was perusing a goblin while another lay in an obvious state of dismemberment. Anvil decided to rectify the problem of it fleeing from the broker and charged between two saplings and slammed herself into it, sending it tumbling backwards into a shield, which shoved him forward and got his weapon hand run through with a brilliant red blade and a spearpoint in his back. As Anvil withdrew her arm, Corai smashed his blade through the goblin's helm, and further through his skull, leaving the greenskin lifeless against the ground.
“Ya damned fool, were yeh tryin' ta kill yerself?” Anvil asked the grinning swordsdwarf.
“Of course not! But am I not allowed a little bit of sport now and then?” Corai replied with a chuckle.
“Not when ya go worryin' us. We thought that leg we saw flyin' was yers.” Anvil said in a berating tone. Corai couldn't help but smile. “Hah! Were the others worried about little old me? I'm touched. So where are they?”
“Dunno, saw'em go chargin' up into the thicket up there.” She answered, pointing up to a bundle of three large trees and a few saplings, catching sight of Wax as he dove through the brush. “Well then, I guess we should join them, hmm?”
[NOTE: At this point the game crashed, so the remainder of the battle is going to be embellished. The redo may not even have goblins attacking.]
When the pair joined in the fray already in progress, Skull was hiding behind a tree pulling a bolt from his arm. A jog away, a goblin wearing the green garb of a marksman was laying in a pool of his one blood, the perforation of his body suggesting the battleminers had gotten to him first.
“Good to see you Corai. You ok?” Skull asked, getting to his feet.
“I should ask you the same thing.” Corai replied, gesturing to the still-bleeding wound.
Skull shook it off. “Don't worry about it. Cobalt and Squid'll have me patched up in no time. Come, there's work to be done.”
The trio joined the battle that had grown, a second small group of three swordsgoblins having leapt from the underbrush, though one already lead dead, his head having been smashed in with a shield. Usi parried a pair of slashes from one of the goblins before smashing the bottom of his pick into the greenskin's midsection, causing it to puke up whatever it had eaten before the fight. It staggered and threw up its shield to block a pick strike aimed at its head, and while successful in avoiding having a metal spike shoved into his dome, the pick pulled forward and he was given a fatal punch to the head, the bone of his nose shattering and being forced into his brain.
Mantis went down, though mercifully nonfatally so. She had charged and bounced off of a goblin's tower shield. As the goblin raised his falcata to strike, he got a deep blue spearpoint shoved into his neck, his focus on his quarry costing him his life as he dropped his weapon and clutched his neck as his life flowed out. Anvil bashed him across the face and sent him sprawling, and he would not get up again. Osprey could be seen tackling one more, and began stabbing viciously at the goblin's back before his daggers sunk into the back of the goblin's neck and nearly severed it from the owner. The survivors of the fight were nowhere to be seen, save one who was barely clinging to life with his guts torn open. Wax put him down in fairly short order.
“Such is the fate of all their misbegotten kind.” Was all he said on the matter.
[NOTE 2: Gameplay report resumes here.]
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The following day, trade was conducted. The high elves commented on Splint's metalwork improving drastically. They purchased a fair amount of metals to allow him to keep plying his trade, and a decent amount of drinks and plants, along with a pair of bobcats. There was a second ambush, but aside from Mantis getting clipped with a flesh wound by a stray arrow, a number of spread out traps surprisingly routed the invaders. Skull eliminated the stragglers. Unfortunately, he had a small problem...
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There were five of them, all macemen. Skull stood alone facing the threat, having just slain their kin. They were understandable upset with him over this of course.
Everything seemed to slow around him as he charged forward at the nearest one. The goblin swung his mace but Skull ducked and slashed away the attacker's leg, sending him crashing to the ground, where he put his blade through the goblin's forearm and then delivered a fatal neck-stomp, crushing the goblin's windpipe. The next slammed into him, but in his more solid state she shrugged off the charge and disemboweled the goblin, smashing his head into paste with three strikes with his shield. One broke and ran however as he jammed his sword into the brain of his next victim.
By the time he came back to reality, he was surrounded by corpses of the would-be raiders.
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“You made quite the mess up there Skull. We heard the screams down in storage.” Feral said, greeting him with a smile. “Anything else up there?”
“A great big mess to clean up.” Skull said with a grin.
“glad to hear it, in a way.” Feral said. Then he registered what Skull had really said: 'There's piles of limbs and teeth up there that need picking up.'
[So, there we go boys and girls, a short lil' update to let you know the stockade still stands. There were some close calls with Mantis; she got pegged by an errant arrow before the offender blundered into a cage trap (four guys shot at her, only one caused a noncrippling injury, the rest missed completely.) She won't be fighting again until her arm heals, but she'll live. Got trade done in record time, the elves lived, the ant den is finished, We've basically domesticated giant boars, and I'm closing on legendary metalcrafter (I would have preferred weaponsmith but hey, the crafts keep us fed and hammered.)
As you can see, Skull did amazingly well, thanks to him going into a trance upon a five mace-goblin ambush popping up on top of him. He... Well to put it bluntly he fucked their shit up. Limbs and teeth EVERYWHERE. That shit's gonna be a bitch to clean up.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this lil short update.]
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