'This is amazing. Really amazing.' Jools sighed. 'I really thought we were never getting out of that place.'
'This must be a trick.' Red answered.
The prisoners headed away from the camp.
'WHAT IS THAT? ARRRGGGHHHLLLBLRGH'
A prisoner suddenly dropped to the ground, her entrails spurting from her stomach.
A goblin lasher had jumped from behind a tree, and swung his scythe, splitting open the prisoner's lower body.
'AMBUSH!!!! BASTARD!!! SO THIS IS FREEDOM? I'LL GRGLbrgfbrgrlk'
Jools was struck down, cursing Orblock with his last breath of his mangled lungs.
The prisoners who had departed last saw the carnage from a distance, and fled past the fort's wall.
When they came around the corner, they were met by the other ambush, of goblin hammermen.
A battlescarred goblin axeman was leading them.
'Look. Hehehe. Are that dwarves? They look like skeletons. Hehehe. Come on worms, tear them apart! Wahahahahahaha!'
Soon, the five prisoners were engaged in a battle for their life, biting and choking goblins.
But it were too much of them.
Sheb managed to cripple the goblin axeman, and was about to choke him to death, when his head was beaten into his body by a fierce hammerstrike. His last thoughts were 'Die! Goblin! Now I will prove that I am loyal to the King!'
Meanwhile, the other prisoners found themselves surrounded by goblin lashers, with barbed whips and sharp scythes, laughing maniacally.
'Listen up now.' Red hissed under his breath.
If we are to stand a chance, we must fight together. We must stand as one. Now. Backs at each other. Form a circle, and let them come.'
Red had gained quite some muscle, training with the device Aqizzar had made him test. It wasn't perfect, and had hurt him quite a few times, as some of the weigths had come loose and fell on his legs. But still, he had managed to become quite strong. This encouraged the other dwarves, who were terrified, and they quickly formed an outward circle.
Chaos had ensued. The goblins had charged the defensive circle and the dwarves tried to stand their ground.
When the mist lifted, the ground was strewn with corpses, mostly dwarven. But the last two living goblins were on their knees, battered and bleeding.
Red still stood where he had commanded the other dwarves. Eight other dwarves were still standing, among them was Minkot, the fey. He spat out a goblin finger. One dwarf was lying on the ground, unconscious.
From the northwest, they could hear screaming.
'They need our help. Let's go.' A stout dwarf said, who looked like he had seen battle before.
The group of survivors ignored their cuts and bruises, and rushed to the aid of the other dwarves.
When they arrived at the scene, there was only one dwarf standing, and three goblin lashers still surrounded him.
RED and Minkot rushed past a dying goblin axeman. Newt came behind, and ended it's life.
'Help me!' It was Grath, desperately standing her ground against overwhelming numbers.
The other dwarves that had fled with her were dead or dying.
Without a moment's pause, RED and Newt proceeded to her aid. RED grabbed the first goblin by the head, and proceeded to break it's arms and legs, while Newt kicked a goblin, who was holding Grath down.
Two other dwarves rushed in from behind.
'Get the ugly one, Maggarg!' One shouted.
'Which one, Voer? They are all ugly!', the other dwarf replied.
'AAARGH! You numbhead. Here! take this!' The dwarf called Voer shouted in rage, as he grabbed a goblin by its vest, and tossed it to Maggarg.
Maggarg proceeded to crush it's skull with his bare fists.
Now the goblins were in the minority, and aware of it.
They turned away from Grath, and tried to flee. They didn't succeed, and were ripped to pieces by the group of surviving dwarves.
They looked upon the fields around them and saw the massacre that had occured.
'ALLRIGHT SCUM! YOU DID A GOOD JOB!'
Atop of the walls, Judge Orblock looked upon the carnage and shouted at the survivors.
'This was to show you. There is no escape from here. Now get back inside to your barracks, before I have Afer release Bitch and Spazz. Zak had come up the walls and was pointing a crossbow at the survivors, and they realized they had no choice.
They felt the weariness of battle set in, but it was not comforted by the joy of victory.
They had been defeated before the battle had begun.
Beaten, they picked up the dwarf who was left unconscious, and stumbled back to the barracks.
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OOC: Still alive: Minkot, RED, Grath, Newt, Dresdor, Voer, Maggarg, #33, #45, #47 (resting)
@Sheb: You can have the next clothier, if you like. I'm curious to see more ASCII clothing.
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