Act 5 - NadirThe entrance of the sword goblins saw the tide of battle turn yet again. While the dwarves had seen off three waves of goblins, the sword goblins were a class above the rest. Their weapons were longer, their armour thicker. Multiple times they threatened to break through the dwarven lines, only to be repelled by wave after wave of volunteer civilians who Jester had drafted and thrown into combat. Most didn't last very long but some managed to score a kill or two, enough to keep the goblins out of the fortress.
Lilmul and Lokum, two dwarves whose heroics had seen off the earlier waves of goblins, were struck down by the sword goblins, their superior weapons proving too much.
To make matters worse, one of the sword goblins broke through and struck down a member of Crusoe's squad before it was repelled by the melee dwarves.
Hatchy and Sloth were fighting side-by-side with the other dwarves, doing their best to keep the goblins at bay.
Sloth had taken over as captain of ShadowHammer's squad after his death. Unfortunately she wasn't faring much better than his predecessor, finding himself outmatched by one of the sword goblins.
Hatchy did her best to try and intervene, striking at the sword goblin several times, but it was in vain. Sloth raised her pick-axe to strike the sword goblin but, in a blur of motion, the goblin swung her sword out in an arc, slicing clean through the neck of the dwarf.
Hatchy started to worry. More and more unarmoured civilians were streaming from the fortress to help, and the marksdwarves were starting to run out of ammunition. If something didn't give soon, the fortress would be done for.
"HATCHY!" The militia captain heard her name being bellowed from down the main corridor. She turned, and saw Jester hobbling his way towards the gates as fast as he could. She smiled broadly, then saw out of the corner of her eye an onrushing sword goblin. She turned to try and block the goblin's charge, managing to deflect the initial strike but she couldn't stop the swift stab of the goblin's sword. It plunged into her left hand, severing a nerve and tearing into the muscle.
To Hatchy's horror, her left hand went numb. She watched her sword fall from her tinging, lifeless fingers.
She still had a shield but before she could raise it, the goblin struck again, slashing her sword across Hatchy's left arm. Blood sprayed from the wound as the dwarf cried out in pain.
Jester, still hobbling up the corridor, saw Hatchy in trouble. "No! Hatchy hold on!" he roared, redoubling his efforts to move but being hampered by his crutch.
Hatchy heard Jester but before she could respond, she found herself surrounded by sword goblins. She did her best to pull back while blocking out the attacks but the goblins found ways through her defences. Swords found her flesh over and over, tearing into her extremeties, including her right arm. Her iron shield dropped to the floor as her right arm also went numb.
Defenceless, a sword goblin plunged her weapon into Hatchy's chest, tearing apart her right lung. Hatchy reeled, air escaping from her ruined lung and out the hole the goblin was busily widening by twisting its sword around in the wound.
Jester was almost to the front lines, pushing his way through Crusoe's squad. Hatchy turned her head, saw Jester and, despite her pain, smiled at him.
Then a sword plunged into the side of her head. Hatchy's eyes grew dim and lifeless, but the smile was still on her face as she fell to the floor. Hatchy was dead.
Jester cried out in anguish and rage. He raised his war hammer and charged forward, straight into the mass of sword goblins who killed his friend. The goblins were caught off-guard by Jester's frenzied assault. Jester's hammer slammed into one goblin head, then another, striking two soldiers down as his blood-rage consumed him.
The sword goblins, seeing the onrushing militia commander, panicked. They had lost only a few soldiers but, with Atu's squad of lashers still on the ridge, they had no backup against the remaining dwarves. They ran out of the fortress, fleeing to the east.
Atu, on her cave swallow mount high above the main gates, flew into a rage as she saw the sword goblins retreating. "GET BACK IN THERE YOU COWARDS!" she screamed, swooping down low over the retreating goblins, who completely ignored her in their blind panic. Atu snarled in rage, then looked over at her lasher squad. They wouldn't be enough, and she herself carried no weapon.
She screamed in frustration, then flew down to her lasher squad leader. "Withdraw. Everyone fall back to the tower and regroup."
Atu flew off, leaving her squad behind. The lashers turned to their squad leader, who looked down the rise at the fleeing sword goblins, the piles of dead goblins and dwarves, and the trolls and goblins still trapped in cages.
"You heard her!" the squad leader said. "Everyone back to the tower. Leave the cowards to their fate." The lashers turned their mounts and headed south.
With that... the siege was broken.
RebuildingJester was picking through the corpses of dead soldiers on both sides, not daring to bring himself to confront the site of his dead friend. The surviving dwarves were streaming in and out of the fortress, resetting cage traps and gathering up piles of weapons and armour from the dead.
Shorast the mayor joined him, the two of them silently identifying dead dwarves for the burial crew. Shorast had ordered the masons to build dozens of coffins to house the slain, and all weapons to be stockpiled. The gladiators had been devastated, with only Crusoe and Jester left alive out of the notable soldiers. The rest of the squads, save Crusoe's marksdwarves, had been obliterated, reduced to a handful of raw recruits.
"What a mess," Shorast said, shaking her head as she wiped blood from the face of one of the dead dwarves. "We've lost so many... and the goblins will be back."
Jester grunted in agreement. He sighed, then got down on his haunches, laying his crutch down next to him. Hatchy's body was lying where she fell, dried blood covering her multiple sword wounds. Her face had relaxed, her smile having faded... but she looked at peace. Jester fought back tears as he reached down and closed her eyes with his hand.
He grabbed his crutch and, shakily, made his way to his feet. He sniffed, then turned to Shorast. "They'll almost certainly be back," he said, "so we need to rebuild. I will disband the military squads and rebuild them. Every dwarf in Battletrials will be put into training. They will all learn how to fight."
Shorast nodded slowly as the two of them reached the front doors, staring out at the blood-covered sand. They both said nothing. They didn't need to. They knew what had to be done.
Final countJester and Shorast sat in the mayor's office, going over the final numbers of the two consecutive sieges.
From a total of 121 dwarves before the sieges began, roughly half the dwarven population had perished, as well as all dogs.
The goblins had suffered heavy casualties as well. 27 goblins, including the majority of the invading trolls, had been captured.
In addition to the captures, 24 goblins and trolls had been killed.
Jester read down the list of captured goblins "Normally we leave the goblins armed and armoured. Not this time. I want them to be stripped of their weapons and clothes, their weapons melted down and resmelted into dwarven weapons. We will use their armour on our new squads, when they're put together."
Shorast wrote this down, looking up at Jester. "So they are going to fight against the new recruits with no armour and weapons?"
Jester nodded. "This way, we won't lose anymore troops while they build up their combat skills. The militia captains will take on the trolls."
Shorast finished writing, putting down her parchment and sighing. "Sounds like a plan," she said. Hesitating, she looked Jester in the eye. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Jester smiled for the first time since the siege, albiet a faint one. "One day. For now, I have a fortress full of recruits to shape."
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Sigh. Didn't want Hatchy to die... gotta love Dwarf Fortress!
So, I am now caught up, hurray! From this point onwards, since I am way past where I thought my story would end, I will run major decisions past all of you so that we can build the fortress together as a community (funny that!).
The fortress will be Sparta-fying now. I have some ideas I want to run past everyone:
1) Should an archery tower be built outside the main gates (accessible via underground tunnels) so the Marksdwarves have a chance of shooting down swallow mounts when they return?
2) Should all the civilians be drafted into squads? Should the squads have mixed weapons?
3) Should they all have leather armour?
4) Should the "elite" ones, say, those who slaughter a troll, be drafted into a separate squad and given metal armour?