http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSgnAHh-sn0 (Some music, because that's how I roll with these sort of descriptions)
Ono Bengel: A phrase that translated to "
The Tower of Romances" in the human tongue. For seven years, the sunflower fairies, foreigners who had wandered into the world from a portal through the beyond, calling themselves "
The Sweetness of Cake", along with their leprechaun consorts laboured, carving out bricks of radiant blue kimberlite, mining and smelting pillars of strudy platinum, and buying out every featherwood log they could get their grubby hands on, forging a spire that put the grandest of human keeps to shame. Despite the incursion of
Shash Kogen, the three-eyed purple fire-breathing pigeon giant, she who slew the underground livestock and forced the fey to seal the mines off, despite the fact that the only military consisted of trained war Yukkuri (along with a few wolves and a war tiger, traded by the human and elven caravans respectively), living pastries native to the fairy homeland, despite the fact the defensive wall was less then a quarter complete, and despite the fact that the very land they lived upon was cursed with evil, they held on. At sixty pairs of wings, not a single pixie had fallen yet, not from the pigeon, not from the toxic rain, and not from the siege
Asmel Ulingustuth had conducted mere moments prior.
Ulingustuth the dwarven necromancer was bitter; Having lost her hand to a marauding Tin Tyrant* a mere seven years ago while her own tower lay decrepit of any company other then the rotting corpses of the dead, she lashed out on the fay, sending in a legion of shambling dead, her grim visage sneering at the fleeing sunflower fairies from afar as they scrambled to get inside the tower. All that remained not hunkered in were the war animals, hastily assigned to sit outside in hopes they might buy some time. A few scattered weapon traps lay strewn about the small fragment of wall, far too few to catch more then a handful of the restless fiends. Yet as the Sweetness of Cake nervously peered through the windows of their tower to observe the outside, they noticed something.
An ambush! Curse them!A pack of gnoll marauders subsequently timed their attack on the tower, but found themselves instead engaged with the living dead. The hyena men, standing as tall as a man and packed with far more muscle then any mere goblin, glared at their adversaries with glowing yellow eyes. Though clad in little more then their trousers and armed with nothing but wooden mallets and flails, these brutes packed more then enough strength to smash a dwarf into paste, never mind the kobold-sized fey.
The two sides clashed in a frenzy of claw and decay, some zombies strangling a few unlucky brutes to death, while the gnolls bashed others until they no longer moved. Though savage, these animal men were not fools, and they immediately charged at the necromancer in a fit of bloodlust, bashing the crippled wizard until she was little more then a pulp. The undead now vanquished, the beastal creatures then proceed to charge through the incomplete gate. A couple traps sprang up, gutting a thief and a basher in a flurry of bronze and blood, while the first line of defense, the wolves, sprang into action. Try as they might though, the gnolls were superior, and they easily crushed the canines before they could even lay a scratch.
The Yukkuri and a tiger were all that remained now, nervously huddled into a crude line of battle. Teeth chattered and babies cried from the tower, the frantic citizens starting to panic. A fisherchaun, having seemingly been possesed by an evil spirit, left the panic room and claimed a workshop located higher up in the tower's many stories. Ten gnolls clashed against fourteen pastries, and the decisive battle had commenced.
The yukkuri swarmed the first brute and tore at him, stripping him of his mace and eventually bleeding him out. The next three gnolls rampaged, injuring two Yukkareimu and a Yukkarisa, smashing them until they were nothing but bean-paste and sinew. Things were looking grim as they sustained more and more injuries, coughing up bean paste and breaking ranks. Before they were routed compltley however, another gnoll fell, and that was all that was needed to break the brutes' morale. With their tails behind their legs, the remaining gnolls fled, leaving the tower more or less intact. In the aftermath of the battle, nine gnolls and all of the undead as well as their necromancer lay slain, while three yukkuri and two wolves were among those killed on the Bengel side, after two weeks of being sieged. The fairies now labour in their workshops, assembling tricornes, coats, cavilers and targets, while likewise ordering a few tanks from the human caravans in order to hopefully someday deal with the menace beneath, the first steps towards a proper defense force.
Gethorrun, one of the Yukkareimus who managed to slay the gnoll that caused the enemy to flee, was hailed a national hero and now takes it easy in the main halls, gorging herself on +goat intestine roast+ and *sunberry biscuit*s.
*A semi-megabeast constructed of tin the size of an elephant. Think of the robots from Castle in the Sky, and you get a good idea of what they look like.
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