Spring 236
So the Queen and the Ducal Heir were locked below all winter and into the spring. Our military is dwindling, and the problem is made worse this year.
A goblin squad ambushes us this year along the southern wall. Lord Akigagak slaughtered them all singlehandedly.
But then the elves came. In the west, the crazy berserker Jazz held off a squad. To the south, Akigagak held back another. MadMonkey24 stood in front of the temple, so that no elf could further desecrate Armok's sacredness.
In the west, Jazz was being overwhelmed. Mad Monkey joined in as the salughter of elves crept closer to the temple. Lord Dullard made his way to the battle along with Randall and Shamus (dont worry Samus
) and the rest of his squad. They pushed the elves back out of the main courtyard, but more elf squads poured in. Lord Dullard and his men ran to meet them, and the tide of elves was pushed back. As they began to flee, they shot fireballs into the mass of dwarves. Poor Shamus, he burst into flames and was cooked inside his armor.
After the elves had fled, the dwarves mourned the loss of another champion. He was taken below, and placed in a temporary tomb until the Dwarven Valhalla Cave was finished.
The two dwarves that had burried the body were squadmates of ol' Shamus. Samus and Typoman sat in the depths of Blockedlance's catacombs remembering their friend.
"I'm gonna miss that ol' Amish bastard!" said Typoman.
"Aye." Samus scratched the back of his head. "He was a good friend. It's like a part of me has been burried this day."
There was a somber silence.
Typoman spoke at last. "Well...let's go get some booze."