6th Timber - GrevenisAutumn is nearly over, and with the month of Timber comes mischief from the unscrupulous woodworkers. One of the miners must be in league with their foul aims...a storeroom has been dug out in the south of the farming floor, and there loggerheads greedily hoard all the wooden furniture...buckets, barrels, beds, nothing is safe from their dendrophilic lust.
It is thankful at least that a true dwarf has little use for an empty barrel, but it is unsettling nonetheless to pass by and hear their strange talk of sanding and sawing. It is well that I have traded for logs and barrels to keep their unseemly appetites sated.
17th TimberWe have been ambushed! A squad of five goblin lashers and their pikeman leader are right outside the gates! Someone pull that lever!
Their cruel and cowardly leader stops to massacre a heroic kitten. The mewling nuisance shall not go unavenged, for it was
our mewling nuisance.
Then the whole squad of them proceed to chase down and slaughter the kitten's mother, one of Zon's cats. These monsters will know justice!
...Or perhaps our military thinks it would be more important to grab a drink. Thankfully someone had the presence of mind to pull the lever and shut the gate. The goblins wait, thinking us helpless. Once our military is in position(and suitably tipsy) they shall see otherwise.
19th TimberA goblin scout was trapped in the walls as the gate closed. Tekkud and Monom, our hammerdwarf, warm up by pounding and piercing him to a pulp.
But what's that over the walls to the north? NO!
Could their timing be any worse? The gate is opened, but its too late, and what's worse, Tekkud and Monom are feeling cocky after beating the lone scout to bloody bits. They feel that this has made them qualified to ignore orders and charge out the gate to face the whole goblin squad.
As the goblins draw near, the pupils leave their eyes. So great is their focus and will to battle, that they have entered a trance. Either that, or Zon has been brewing some immaculate stuff lately.
Tekkud's first bolt is blocked by the whirling whips of the lashers, but the second strikes true, piercing a goblin's lower abdomen.
The Goblin Pikeman rushes forward, screaming in its obscene language. The black sand is dusted with snow. Soon it will be drenched in blood.
Zechariah is almost there as Monom greets the piker in battle. A brutal shot by Tekkud pierces a lasher's cheek and severs its tongue. I wish that he would stop showing off in such a dire situation.
The unscrupulous pikeman rushes right past Monom! We must hope that Tekkud and Zechariah have true aim, or the blood of marksdwarves shall coat the goblin's spear.
There were but 6 goblins there seconds ago, and now their numbers have doubled! Curse them!
Zechariah, Tekkud, and Monom now stand against nearly a dozen dastardly goblins. The caravan guards approach the goblins from behind, but they will be too late to help the bold three who have chosen to fight at the gates. I have called up the other miners, but there is no time to reach them. Their fate is Armok's to decide.
As the cowardly pikeman reaches our brave marksdwarves at the gate, they surgically remove her from the battle with deadly shots that pierce her stomach and chip her legbone. She falls to the ground at the gates.
And brave Monom...well. Bravely dodges several attacks! At least she is keeping them distracted.
Several more bolts leave the pikeman in a bloody vomiting heap at our gates, and our wardogs approach rapidly! Monom is giving a clinic on defensive fighting, having dodged 5 attacks and thrown none. Zechariah sees an oncoming swordsman and gives him a taste of dwarven iron.
Our War Dog, who has been named Snoxxusp, is a mighty creature, but has little mind for tactics. Rather than defending the archers from real threats he wishes to visit more torture upon the already mutilated Pikeman, grabbing its head and shaking it hither and yon. Irritated by Monom's agility, some of the goblins break off to challenge the caravan guards, who approach from the north.
Tekkud has taken careful aim, and fires a mighty shot that pierces the spine of a goblin swordsman. In the heat of battle, he cries to the skies!
"I am an ELITE MARKSDWARF!"
Monom takes pride in the annoyance she has caused, running with the goblins as they head towards the caravan guards.
The goblins are scattered, skirmishing with the caravan guards and our forces.
Urvad, our maceman, made his way into the battle and crushes a goblin swordman with two mighty blows to the head, killing it nearly instantly. The goblins are routed! The fight is ours!
(that was a bit of an update, I suppose! Tekkud shot the same goblin in the tongue TWICE. And Tekkud and Zechariah got no kill credits despite their great shooting. I think Smoxxusp got the kill credit on the goblin pikeman, he was getting torn apart by two war dogs for quite some time.)
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Topic: Torchbridge - Last Gasp in the North (RP Succession, Overseers Wanted) (Read 7234 times)