=Events as they occurred, 12th of Hematite, 1063=
Besmar fought against the tide of dwarven civilians who were pushing past him on the stairs, crying out as he not-so-gently shoved past. Out of the way! To the cellars with ye! Every dwarf without a polished weapon get behind the gates, damnit! Ringing in his ears were the loud warning gongs and the voices of frightened dwarves, but in the distance Besmar could pick up the sound of Goblin horns, and of battle.
Oddom Ducimvuthil released the trigger on his bronze crossbow, sending a copper bolt into the right palm of the axegoblin closest to him. Ngom Urarox let out a cry of anguish as he dropped his iron shield to the stone earth, but kept charging on. Oddom was no recruit, and before Ngom closed in on him two more bolts struck the greenskin in the upper chest, killing him. There was little time to rest, for where Ngom fell two more goblins took his place. Although unarmed, Oddom knew the ferocity of the beasts even bare handed was enough to kill a dwarf. He took a shot, and heard a depressed thunking from his weapon.
Looking down, a copper bolt had jammed into the exit point of the crossbow, nearly split in two. Oddom didnt have time to fix it, as the vile fiends were upon him.
Nako Omospstosbub "Vilehates" reached out to grasp for Oddoms neck, but yelped out when his bones were crushed by a swirling crossbow. Cradling his useless hand left him open for a second bash. Although not fatal, Nako saw the fury welling up inside the dwarf, and knew death was coming. He turned to flee, screaming his retreat.
As he fled past the other goblins, Nako was unfortunate enough to move past Song ScribedWraiths Gusnomato, a goblin axeman who easily towered a foot above the rest of the army. With a swipe of his great iron cleaver, Nakos guts spilled to the earth. The goblin tried to protest, but only blood came from his lips as he tumbled onto the always warm stone of Zirilzuntīr. ScribedWraiths yelled at the rest of the army, who had begun to falter in face of one dwarven marksman.
Every goblin here kills here or dies here! With an outstretched arm he shoved one of the goblins that had slowed pace back into the fray. By my hand or theirs, your blood will spill! RAAGGGH!!
Oddom stood against four goblins with only his jammed crossbow flailing into the crowd. Just as he was about to be surrounded, a whistling noise flew through the air and was met by a yelp and shower of blood. A copper bolt stuck out of the left temple of one of the foul greenskin wrestlers. Logem Libashamid wasted no time in reloading, as his wardogs rushed past to aid in Oddoms battle. Worried that he would accidentally shoot his friend, Logem turned his crossbow to the goblin marksman who felt little compassion for his kin, and was firing bolts into the crowd of dogs and goblins.
With goblin blood on his cleaver, Song strode past the melee of dogs and goblins, raising his weapon high and cursing as he came down upon Oddom. Die, Dwograt! Oddom spit at the ancient goblin curse word for a dwarf, as he raised his bronze crossbow up as a shield. Oddom was stalwart, but Songs ferocious swings soon landed, sending him flying through the air with his severed right forearm flying behind him. With a sickening crunch, Oddom slammed into the rocky ground and was no more.
Song had little time to celebrate his victory, as the pack of dogs tore into his flank. One heavy dog leaped onto Songs body, pulling him down, as another latched its teeth around his skull. Song swung his cleaver wildly as he screamed with rage, catching one of the dogs critically in the neck. With a ripping, gurgling noise the screams were silenced, and Songs head was tossed into the air in a fever of victory.
In spite of the wall of teeth and claws, the goblin axmen and wrestlers were gaining ground against the hounds. Soon after Logem had felled the enemy marksgoblin with his well placed bolts, the main forces were upon him. He had no room to shoot, and so resorted to using his crossbow as a club.
Goblin wrestlers bit and swing their bony fists at Logem, who took more than his share of hits. Shrugging off a jab in the leg, he smashed his copper crossbow into the goblins stomach, causing the creature to lurch forward gasping for breath. Gripping a copper bolt from his quiver, he stabbed the goblin twice in the face before kicking at its legs. The wrestler stumbled to the earth, and the dogs finished it off.
The remaining goblin tackled Logem to the ground, forcing him to drop his crossbow. Locked in a grapple, Logem and the goblin choked, punched, kicked and clawed at each other. All around him the dwarves and dogs were gaining ground, and as Logem stood slowly, covered in blood, dirt, and sweat, he grinned through his bloody teeth and surveyed the battle through a swollen black eye. As the remaining goblins were massacred, Logem knew his home would not be taken today.
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