The spring sun has come out and warmed our lands out of the depths of winter. It is now a new year, the 292nd year since the end of the last demon wars.
Many said these lands were cursed, and that the dwarves had awoken the greatest of the ancient demons, and that soon the world would fall to ruin as it had before. However, when surrounded by the luxurious opulence of Blockedlance and its immense wealth valued at over 22 million copper coins, it was easy to ignore the goblins and elves banging at the gate.
This spring was not just accompanied by the birth of new plant life, but the birth of new Dwarven life as well. Both the Empress and the Khamerite brood mother have given birth to girls.
It was both joyous and bitter, as the Empress knew that every broodling she had was security that her dynasty would rule till the end of time, but every child of the Khamerite brood was a threat to her and her lineage.
It was also joyous and bitter when a siege came. Bitter because we always grit our teeth at evil goblin scum. Joyous because Asmel Zulbandak, Khamero's mother, has been wounded by goblin arrows as she defended the courtyard walls.
Her wounds bleed profusely, and she dies atop our mighty stone defenses.
This kill earns the elite goblin crossbowman below a name. Rumorjackals. He is the Hyena of Death, and he shouts it out in the middle of battle. He takes a bolt to the leg, but continues to rain hell up several z levels and through our fortifications.
Corcha Archtongs, the Contemptable Pride of Ink valiantly tries to hold position atop the walls and remain firing. However, several bolts pierce her body, and she is forced to crawl away into the safety of the guardhouse, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Damn you Rumorjackals!!!
The now legendary champion Kipi Frillytower the Ivory Relief of Oil takes position along the parapets, relieving Corcha.
She mows down several beak dogs and lesser goblins, taking a bolt in the process. Twas but a flesh wound, happily. She soon ran out of bolts and ran to the nearest guardhouse that still had any bolts left in it's stockpile.
On her way back to her position on the southern wall, she is pegged by another goblin bowman and stops to return fire. All this fighting makes her sleepy however, and she decides to take a nap right there in the middle of battle.
Her squadmate Steve stands beside her slumbering body and tries to defend her. His position is hopeless however, and the Empress knows that she might soon find all of her champion marksdwarves dead. She acts quickly. She orders the eastern bridge lowered, and our last truly elite champion superdwarf charges out in berserk bloodlust. He cut through the goblin squad that had camped outside the gate. He cut through them like butter. Their flames could not burn him.
Now he turned to the remaining goblins, the ones that had wreaked so much havoc. It was a mad charge. One lone melee dwarf against several squads of firebreathing goblins with elite bowgoblins among them....
Dodging flame and bolt alike he sliced through the petty goblins as if they were not there. Within moments of his arrival most of the goblins were dead or dying. The remaining few ran for their lives.
The siege had been broken.
Amidst the cheers and celebrations of this heroic charge, Urist tried to take advantage of the moment and orchestrate a plot against Khamero. His mother had died, and Urist hoped to decapitate the leadership in one fell swoop. Khamero had been working deep below, as a mason and miner on her mysterious catacombs beneath the pyramid. Urist ordered her loyal Stonecutters to make him have an 'accident'.
A layer of stone collapsed on top of him, a cloud of smoke choked him, and many wounds bled from his body...but old Khamero refused to die.
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