1st of Moonstone, 203, the Fortress of MurderfloodThe fortress was suspiciously quiet. Asmoth had gone to bed the previous night after assigning enough work to keep the unwashed masses busy for over a month, but the site was quiet as she descended the stairs, each step a whisper on the granite tiles. Flinging the door at the base of the tower open, she glared around wildly for someone to threaten with jailtime. She was surprised to find a crowd waiting for her with some news.
"Goblins," she swore. "Why is this stopping you useless sods from doing any
work? Why hasn't the militia already taken care of this? Who's in charge here?"
"Well, we figured you were," Thoryane drawled, leaning casually against the walls of the barracks. "Considering how you disbanded our squads and set yourself up as captain of the guard. And of course, you seem to like talking about how someone of your breeding is superior to us lowly plebs."
For a moment the overseer seemed unsure of herself. Then she vanished back into the tower, emerging a minute later in armour, a sword on her hip. "Squad, to me!" she shouted. "And if that wall isn't up by the time I get back there won't only be goblin blood on this!"
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It seemed more like a bad plan once the four of them were actually across the bridge, but it was too late to turn back and still retain any form of control over the soldiers. She sighed, drawing her sword.
"Everything ok, boss?" Besmar asked cheerfully. Asmoth was near certain that the woman was at least half mad, but she didn't seem to have any problems when it came to sticking pieces of metal where it inconvenienced other people.
"Perfect," she answered, rolling her eyes. "This is how I'd start every afternoon if I could."
"Doesn't sound like a good idea, boss. You'd run out of greenskins after a few years, I bet."
The goblins were closer. Asmoth could see the leader's eyes glowing red under his helm. That didn't make sense. If his eyes were glowing, how could he see? She didn't have much time for conscious thought after that. Her shield was on the way up before she even registered the flash of light speeding towards her head. The arrow hit the edge, deflecting upwards and vanishing. To her left, Sibrek let loose a strange cry that Asmoth thought would have to be caused by mortal wounds, but instead Sibrek was rushing towards the archer, screaming obscenities.
Asmoth followed. The others seemed to be doing it, so it had to be a good idea. Sibrek was fighting three goblins by the time she caught up. Beyond them, the archer was lining up a shot to her back. Asmoth dashed past the group with a snarl as Haerdalas and Bomrek evened up the numbers. The archer's eyes widened as he saw her coming, his foot slipping on the loose sand as he took a panicked step back. She ducked under a wild shot, slicing his bow arm with a backslash as she straightened up.
"I am Rombu Remzungudgu," he shouted, drawing a dagger with his other hand.
He looks like a child, thought some detached part of Asmoth's mind as she parried his stab.
Grew up hearing stories of legendary raiders," it continued as she removed the dagger and several fingers from his possession.
Probably came here looking for glory. Her sword glowed red for a moment as she swung it in an overhead arc, sending it deep into his skull.
I guess he didn't find any, she answered viciously, spitting out blood and goblin gristle. Behind her she could hear two voices screaming. Then one. Then the only voice was Bomrek's hoarse laugh and Sirbek's unending litany of curses. In front of her, the second squad of goblins seemed to be having second thoughts. She charged them. It seemed like a good idea.
OOC: I'm not entirely sure why Rombu was the only goblin counted as a historical figure. In any case, since they only sent ten goblins for their siege, it seemed more sporting to only send a single squad against them. Their bowmen were apparently stormtrooper trained. No injuries on our side.