The Events of the 22nd of Limestone, 1065
"Where the hell is Abbeybucks?" Sulari snapped. She was stalking along the ridge, making sure that Rolland and Likot's crews were in place, and turning, she saw Snake leaning against the side of Bertrand's hut, smoking. The one-eyed sell-sword shrugged, and glanced into the slaughter-zone between the magma pit and the courtyard, giving a little wave to Merkil and Varen.
"No clue," he said, "I could have sworn I saw him here."
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I'll show them, I'll show them all Abbeybucks thought morosely. They stick me under that traitor, they ignore me, they give me shit tasks? I'll show them. I'll get the greenskin leaders head and come marching back into the fortress wearing it on my cock. I'll show them! I'll show them all to toss aside SODEL ABBEYBUCKS.
As the swordsman slide down an incline, he saw a squad of goblin wrestlers up ahead. Laughing, he sauntered towards them, unsheathing his sword with a flourish. What he didn't see was the Goblin Macemen coming from the other side of the ridge. Or the Goblin hammermen lurking behind the support pillar for the aqueduct. The first wrestler to get to him had his arm lopped off at the elbow. He never saw the hammer coming, the one that smashed his face in - knocking out teeth, busting an eye, and knocking him unconscious.
Abbeybucks died in the sand, unseen and unhelped, surrounded by the Goblins kicking, and tugging, and stabbing, and laughing.
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"Ha ha ha. Kobold!" Likot Jeered. She was casually loosing bolts from her crossbow, much slower than Sparrow and equal with Rolland, but every shot she fired found home. She and Rolland were tied with three Goblins dead each. While Sparrow ducked arrows, and Rolland grunted as one knicked his arm, Likot held steady, firing at the oncoming horde, dropping one after another.
As the goblins began to mount the stairs, Merkil bellowed with rage, and swung Sombith Kiron in a high arc. The Goblin's head was crushed into it's body, and as he toppled down the stairs, bowling over some of his fellows. Ranks were broken immediately. Merkil and the hammerers stormed down the steps, crushing heads and chests with wanton abandon. Any Goblins that made it past the swinging hammers were met with Towersack's spear at the head of the stairs, gore shooting out of pierced faces. And all the while, from high above, Likot was laughing and screaming, the heavy ch-chunk of her crossbow signifying yet another dead Goblin.
An hour later, the Dwarves began picking through the remains, the majority of the goblin's mottled equipment thrown into the magma beside the slaughter zone. Likot was riddled with arrows, her trenchcoat punctured in a half dozen places, but these she yanked out and tossed aside. Of the Dwarves, only one was dead - Sodel Abbeybucks. His corpse was found a day later, trampled upon by fleeing goblins, and a herd of Dread Camel.
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