"Wvell m'lads! Ya herd ol' Dan I'm in charge o' dis mudhole naw!"
"Da sun haz burnt zee svahnna to ay dustay crisp! Wve won't find no wvater up 'ere, wve must dig deeper for water m'lads. If mah memories serv meh raight, clean cool wvater alwvays runs thru ze mushroom forests in zee underdark. Ay don't care eef ze caverns ar' filled to ze brim wvif blind crocadiles n' scruffy trolls-- Ay wvil jam 'eir skullz throu deir brainz eef need be, now strike ze earth!"Snow cancelled the strip mining operation in favor of a more urgent goal: water. There were ore-less ways to deal with the greenskin plague but without water the outpost wouldn't last. The miner reprimanded whoever cried about random skeletal woodland animals harshly after having bravely dispatched one himself.
'Stupif distraczions' he disregarded them as and merely ordered the closing of a hole near the cellar with wooden planks and designated an area of the fort as a panic room where every dwarf should head at the sound of the alarm horn.
But alas the undead situation was indeed
graver than it seemed.
The dwarves that were attacked claimed to have seen a human sneaking in the shadows commanding the rotting bones to rise against the living. There was a Necromancer in Fliemanor!
"Stanf guard ofer zat dump!" Fenrir ordered the militia to guard the boneyard.
"'Nd make sure ze stupif bones stay still 'n dead!" But the Necromancer snuck past the recruits' inexperienced eyes and soon the whole boneyard came back alive.
Outnumbered and poorly armored they stood little chance against a dozen or so skeletons rising all at once and the animated skin of a great horse. It took down Catten the sworddwarf immediately, breaking both his legs so he was mobbed and killed by the undead. Unable to save their companion and barely escaping with their own lives Tevish and Camera fled uphill to the fortress entrance where the rangers awaited with readied crossbows. The undead charged, but at different speeds depending on the deterioration (or complete absence) of their limbs. They went in one by one and were defeated by the two soldiers and the hail of bolts. Catten's broken body had crawled onto the scorched grassy hill to join the battle against his own companions but it too had fallen and now lied motionless besides the other corpses.
Fliermanor's first battle had been won, but at the terrible price of a sworddwarf's and an innocent baby's life; the baby had probably been lost in the confusion and found by the unliving. Snow Fenrir himself carved a graveyard out of the granite where the poor souls would be put to rest.
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Topic: Old style succession game, Fliermanor Revive. Dream-wings freeze fast. (Read 52084 times)