20th Limestone, 214Where is that sock? Vucar wondered, digging through the pile of discarded goblin loot. [/i]I was sure--[/i] "Ah ha!" Triumphantly she pounced and held the sock high. The traders would surely pay well for such a thing. Turning to head back inside to the waiting depot, she was arrested by the movement of a bush. Movement, but there was no wind on this still autumn's day, and she knew none of the fortress animals had followed her out. "Ambush!" She screamed.
At the dwarf's scream, the goblins rushed from their hiding places in an attempt to kill her before the dread fort came to her rescue. However, Vucar had not fought off over twenty goblin ambushes for nothing, even if she hadn't yet actually killed one. Dropping the sock she had come to fetch, she charged the lead goblin, determined to dispose of him before that blasted Arnmod could arrive and take the glory. But as she charged, the first of Arnmod's bolts struck with deadly accuracy, striking one of the goblins in the lungs and spine, causing him to pitch forward with a reddish froth bubbling from his mouth. Another goblin's pike embedded itself in Vucar's thigh, and as she fell to the ground she could only watch as Arnmod shot all the goblins. One bowgoblin managed to loose an arrow before he died, and Vucar watched as the arrow embedded itself in Arnmod's midback, where he had exposed himself to shoot another fleeing goblin.
That'll teach him. He won't be so high-and-mighty now. Vucar smiled to herself, in spite of the pain from her broken leg. The wannabe warrior needed to be taught respect.
OOC: Sorry about the long wait, I haven't been near the internet all weekend.