15th Moonstone
"We're being invaded!" Kanet shouted down to Firetower from the walls. "We've got Goblin soldiers crossing the border to the West and South!"
"I've got them!" Derek shouted over as he ran out of the fortress courtyard, Mingkil and Stesok on his heels...
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The Goblins surged forward as Derek's group came in sight. The Warriors were stunned by how quickly they were moving. The killing of a Crafter by a leaping Goblin Swordsman shook them back into action.
Derek's swords swung in shining arcs as he chased after the murderer. All around the field civilians were running and screaming as they fled the invaders. An Engraver was brought down with a hammer to the chest as a pair of Swordsmen attacked a cat.
Mingkil found himself surrounded by Goblins that were managing to dodge everything he did. As he prepared himself for death a bolt sprouted from the arm of a Hammergob. The Goblin started convulsing as lightning arced across his body and within moments the invader was a smoking heap on the ground.
Seizing his chance Mingkil ducked under Goblin weapons and rolled through the gap made in the circle. Regaining his footing a few yards away the Warrior turned and spotted Argonnek on the walls with Ingtak and Kanet, showering bolts down onto the enemy...
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Sarek inched his way along, his dark clothes helping the Smith to blend into the rock as he made for the safety of the fortress. He was so intent on remaining unseen that he didn't notice the body until he tripped over it. Spitting leaves and dirt out of his mouth Sarek glanced over at the Dwarven body that had tripped him.
Turning it over the Smith's eyes widened as he recognized one of his sons, Kubuk who had shown more interest in plants then he had in metal and so had joined his mothers team of Farmers. Tears welled up in the old Dwarf's eyes as he thought of how Jillian would react to the news that another of their sons had passed to Armok.
Sadness was replaced by fury that burned as hot as the forges as Sarek rose to his feet. A terrible sound erupted from his mouth as he ran forward onto the battlefield. The Goblin Swordsman didn't have a chance as the tantruming Dwarf jumped him, hands clawing at his face before he could bring his sword up to defend himself.
The pair rolled around the field, past the bloodied corpses of both Dwarves and Goblins. The strength gained from so many years working the forges decided it and soon the Goblin found his helmet yanked off before the mad Dwarf started beating him with the metal headgear. As his vision faded and the helmet crashed into his face the Goblin managed to drag his dagger from it's sheath and sink it into the Dwarf's leg before the darkness claimed him.
As the Goblin stopped moving Sarek's mind cleared and he dropped the helmet which by now was more a hunk of dented metal then a protective item. Pulling the dagger from his leg and tossing it aside the Blacksmith limped on toward the fortress...
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Apparently you shouldn't anger old Dwarves who have spent years crafting weapons and armor if you want to live very long...Thats one part down...Who knows how many more to go.
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