SiegeAlright. Let’s see what we’ve got.
Weeew. That’s a shitload of goblins. Plenty of beak dogs as well.
They just keep on coming don’t they.
I don’t think it’s worth waiting around anymore, we’ve got to engage before the situation escalates. The First Foreign Legion is ordered to assemble at the top of JS’s hill. They are to protect the hill at all costs, because it’s a pretty damn awesome hill. The Pea-Shooters are ordered to hide near the cemetery, providing support fire when needed.
Meanwhile, the main army is ordered to group at the gates of Fort Sanctume, the fort being the sole defensible structure in this goddamn land.
Guys. Stop praying guys. We’re in the middle of a siege. Please guys, stop praying. Unless you’re praying for goblins, in which case, fuck you.
Oh you do, really? Trust me, you might be enjoying yourself very soon.
With the main army having gathered, they are ordered to rendezvous with the Foreign Legion before launching a tactical strike.
Damn it, yer all marching too slow! Some goblins have now made their way into the basement graveyard. We’ve got to make contact at the cemetery. That’s our best chance to take on these guys; if we fight them on an open field we’re dead dwarves. We have to hold the high ground, no matter the cost.
The main army moves in from the side. The Foreign Legion moves in from the front. We can’t wait any longer, the number of goblins in the cemetery is growing out of hand. That’s it, we can't wait any longer; I order them to engage!
Hold the line! You’re all dwarves aren’t you! Hold the line! The future of Ineth Zafal is at stake! HOLD THE FRAKKIN LINE!
Damn it! We’re being overwhelmed!
The remnants of our tattered military are ordered to fight on until the last death.
For we are all dead men now.
With the last man dead, I declared the temple closed for the day, on reasons of being fucking overrun by blood and goblins and minor stuff like that.
If that doesn't say decisive victory, I don't know what does.