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[LegoLord]

11th Granite, Spring 109
   Katsuun Heldmirror, the hammerer, stood before the well.  He wound back his hammer and struck the bell with all his strength.  Well, not really, but he thought it would sound dramatic and cool when telling other dwarves.

   Crispin heard the alarm and ran to the entrance.  As he reached the doors to the Depot, his path was barred by a copper mace.  He grabbed the arm holding it and attempted to break it using the Udib hold he had learned from his wrestling guide.  It was like trying to bend steel.

   “You’re not going out there yet!  There be Skakdi that need popping!” Bubbles said, smiling brightly.”

   “Oh come on!  My brother fought his first battle with no experience, no weapons, no armor, and a wooden sheild!  You had practically the same stuff your first battle, only you had that mace!”

   “Yes, but Ezum told me I am an Experienced Warrior and that I must Look After My Inferiors.”

   “But you can’t look after me if I’m not there!” Crispin shouted, still tugging at Bubbles’ arm.

   “Lalalalala, not falling for that, lalalala!”

   “Fine, die for all I care!  You’ll wish I had been there!” he stormed off for the dining hall.

   “Good for him!” Bubbles chirped as he moved on.  “The only way he could help me out there is if he blocked a bolt for me.  There’s a lot of marksmen with those skakdi.”

Probably the only part of this we get tonight.

[LegoLord]

   The champions of Libash Tobat stood waiting at the crossroads of the skyway for two days before the first squad arrived, from the south.  Most of them were wrestlers, but there were bowmen in their midst as well.

   Crispin chose this moment to run out of the fort, unnoticed by the warriors so focused on the coming battle.  To his surprise, another wrestler jumped down the ramp to the west that allowed wagon access from the east.

   “There on the roof lads!” Morul shouted, giving the signal to her squad to fire.  The wrestler was quickly dispatched, but had distracted the warriors long enough for the squad from the south to arrive.  A copper arrow struck Bubbles’ shield, broke, and bounced into an elite dwarven wrestler’s lower spine, but the damage was not too severe.  Adil the champion wrestler bruised himself dodging another flurry of arrows, scraping his left elbow.

   Sheena ran after another bowman that had come down from the roof while the others engaged the southern squad.  Alath the champion took an arrow to her right knee, bringing her to the ground, yet she could still fight.  Bubbles found himself nauseated by the sun as he left the roofed over section of the skyway, but was still fully capable of fighting.  The flying vomit served only to hide his position from the enemy.

   Sheena had thrust her wooden spear into the hip of a bowman on the roof, twisting it with a sadistic, cheerful expression.  When it stopped twitching, she moved on to a wrestler.  She spotted Alath down below, who was fairing poorly; she had lost one eye, was unconscious, and was being strangled.  Sheena turned away from the sight and thrust her spear into a spearman several times, somehow poking out its throat and left eye with a single stab.

   Adil the champion and Erush Graspingring the Adventurous manor of Morul’s squad moved to the south to help Alath while the others fought the squad from the roof.  Morul had run out of bolts and was charging the skakdi bowmen; normally a suicidal move, but they had no more experience than her.  On top of that, she had shot them in their heart’s with her last bolts.

   Back to the southern end; Erush had run out of bolts and Adil had forced her way over to the prone body of Alath.  The skakdi wrestlers abusing Alath were oblivious to the blows from  the butt of Erush’s crossbow, despite the damage it was capable of doing.  Sheena and Bubbles abbandoned the fight in the east and ran to help; yet even as they arrived a final arrow struck Alath, finally taking her from the world . . . leaving her tormentors to swarm Erush.

   One wrestler shoved Erush’s left hand into his crossbow’s firing mechanism and pulled the trigger.  Erush screamed as Sheena began stabbing the wrestlers at random.  She quickly brought two of them down, much to Erush’s relief. 

   Crispin had meanwhile fallen behind Morul, whom he had been following for safety, and was confronted by a skakdi wrestler.  There were wrestler behind him as well; he heard Bubbles shouting to fall back.

Okay, I lied.

[thunderclan]

This does NOT bode well for Crispin.

[Heron TSG]

Ouch! Let's hope Bubbles can get back to Crispin in time!

[LegoLord]

   “Can you see what’s happening?”  Lord Lego inquired from the top of the Great Green Death Tower.

   “No, there’s a great damn ceiling in the way, you idiot!”  Tenth shouted.

   “I think that was Sheena on the top of it just a moment ago, killing all those goblins.” Katsuun said.

   “Bah!  Let’s go down, dear, so we can get a better view of this.” Lord Lego said to the Barnoness.   The two left. On the way, they encountered Ezum.

   “Where the hell is Crispin?” She shouted.  “He should be in here!”

   “Indeed?  But there is a battle, is there not?” Lord Lego said calmly.  “I believe I saw him go out with Bellstired’s squad.”

   “Shit!  I’ll tan ‘is hide after this!”

* * * * *

   “The chosen must die . . .” the skakdi wrestler hissed, moving closer to Crispin, its eyes pale instead of the dim red glow normal among its kind.  He backed away, but fell.  Ahead, he saw Morul send a skakdi bowman flying with the butt of her crossbow.  He frantically tried to regain his footing.  It pinned him to the ground, so he hit it with his rubber training sword.

   It suddenly didn’t seem like a good choice.

   Behind him, the other marksmen of Morul’s squad could have been faring better.  They had run out of bolts as well, and were forced to fight with their crossbow’s butts while attempting to retreat.  Mudinmo, however, was rather successfully beating a wrestler to death with his crossbow.

   Crispin had successfully bludgeoned his foe to death when a swordsman came down the ramp at him.  To his surprise, in ran at Morul instead.

   “The chosen must die!” It shouted.

[Omnidum]

Wait, I beat someone to death? Fascinating!
"Oh no you don't! *bludgeons the hell out of the victim*"

[LegoLord]

   Morul faired surprisingly well against the multiple skakdi attacking her.  Crispin was shocked.  So shocked, in fact, that when two bowmen came down the ramp in front of him, he turned and ran.  A copper arrow struck him in his right shoulder, sticking.

   He looked to the south, where he had last seen Bubbles, and let out a cry of horror.  “NO!” he shouted as he saw Bubbles fall to the ground, an arrow sticking out of the back of his upper body.  He tried shouting something at Crispin, but could only mouth it – the arrow had clearly pierced his lungs – as far as Crispin could tell, Bubbles was saying “one.”  Bubbles head fell, limp.  Crispin  had no idea what this was supposed to mean, and so continued running.

   There were multiple screams as Sodel the Elite marksman and Mudinmo were shot and killed.

   “Oh, Urem have mercy . . .” Crispin said in his flight.  He took a chance to look around, and saw that several skakdi had taken this time to flee themselves.  Morul had made it to the entrance, but was shot in the head twice – removing both eyes.  Crispin stopped completely, watching horrified, knowing he could not help in his current state.  Another arrow struck her upper body as a royal guard sped by, assaulting the bowman.

   Alas, it was all for naught, as a final arrow smote Morul Bellstired the Branded Lamentation of Mechanisms.  The bowman responsible fled; the siege was over, the cost great.


That was not at all what I was expecting.

[Omnidum]

How Fun.

*Rolls new dwarf*

If there's available space, then could I get another Marksdwarf?

[Heron TSG]

BUBBLES!!! He's been popped!!!

New dwarf time!

Name: Soapy

Profession: Supersoldier. This entails getting him legendary in at least 5 things (uh... secretly! like a strange mood, sorta.) before maxing out his wrestling skill, hammer skill, and then archery. This way, he can wrestle, shoot, and beat the hell out of things.

Goals: Discover the meaning of the craziness. Also, avenge bubbles by slaughtering 100 invaders.

[Mook]

Man, that lego mod is violent.  It seems no one has enough plot armor to escape unscathed.

Since the fortress will need to replenish its military, I'll tack on a second dwarf as one of the recruits.

Name:  Gaius
Gender:  Male
Profession:  Macedwarf, Hammerdwarf, or Axedwarf, depending on which weapon stockpile has a surplus.
Personality:  Driven partially mad by the recent death toll inflicted on Libash Tobat, Gaius has quit his former profession and is now determined to slay the enemies of the fortress at any cost.  His madness has manifested primarily as severe sadomasochism.  He enjoys inflicting pain on his enemies, taking injuries himself, and most of all, fighting.  Rather than sit around idly and risk sudden death as a civilian, he would prefer to meet it head-on with a shield in one hand and a weapon in the other.

[thunderclan]

I find it crazy that Crispin survived when other, more skilled soldiers fell

[LegoLord]

Yes, that's what surprised me as well.  And if you think those guys are tough, try fighting minifigures.  Thank Rafum that they haven't shown up at this fort.  They can fight forever.

New dwarf requests will be met ASAP.  I think I'll make Gaius a macedwarf, since that will be good for causing pain.  Plus, a mace just got freed up   

I think just two skills for Soapy should be sufficient for maximized stats, at least combined with the military skills.  I don't think he'd be in battle any time soon with that order  .  I'll just train him till he gets max stats, if that's alright.

I think I'll refrain from directly stating my opinions of dwarves after that last siege.

[LegoLord]

17th Granite, Spring 109
   “Dammit!” Katsuun shouted, pacing his room. He then muttered:  “That wasn’t how this was supposed to go, not at all-”

   His sentence was cut off by Ezum barging in, followed by Sheena, Soapy the body builder, and Tenth.  The three followers tackled the hammerer, pinning him down.

   “Ahah!” Ezum shouted, “I knew you were trouble!” She began searching his pockets.  Her search produced a small x-shaped piece of red metal.  “An’ wha’s this supposed ta be, eh?  Some unholy heathen thing to summon them skaks?!”

   Struggling, Katsuun managed to respond, “Yeff.  Buh iff nah kwih whuh ooo fink!  Gerrof my mouf!”  Tenth shifted his arm, and Katsuun continued, “It is what is indeed what is causing the possessed goblin and skakdi attacks, but only one of them.  It is a piece of Demonium, adamantine enchanted to allow demons a place in this world, rather than push them out of it.”

   “What the hell?  Tha’s enough, chuck ‘em in the Tower!”  Ezum shouted.

   “No!  Wait!  I’m not done!  I stole this from the leader of the skakdi last year, before coming here.  The King himself sent me there!  Here, I have the letter.  Left trouser pocket.”

   Ezum pulled out the letter, read it, and showed it to Tenth.  “This real?”

   Tenth looked at it carefully.  “Yes, it is genuine.  So, what did the King want with a piece of demon-metal?”

   “Er . . . well, I’m not allowed to say.  But rest assured that our order and I are here to protect this fortress.  Suffice to say, it is necessary in gathering information to fight the Dark Ones.  They are demons trapped in the Hell Lands after the War of the Beginning, over five-thousand years ago.”

   “What order?” Soapy asked.

   Katsuun went pale.  “Er . . . I wasn’t supposed to say that-”

   His eyes widened as Sheena shifted position in the dog-pile to put her spear to his mouth.  “Just what order was that again?”

   “The Order of the Chosen.” He said simply.  The others looked at each other, confused.

   Finally, Soapy said, “The Chosen of what?”

   “Just the Chosen.  We exist to make sure the demons stay within their own twisted dimension, and never break through the Adamantine barriers in the earth into our world.”

   “An’ then why’d the ol’ King go an’ start this place, then, if he din’t want Adamantine mined?”

   Katsuun grinned, despite still having a pile of dwarves on him and a spear still at his neck.  “Ah, a very clever idea of his.  A wizard did indeed find adamantine here, and his location was correct.  He demanded that the King mine it – something that would bring him execution, were he not himself possessed.  The King sent you to the wrong spot intentionally, so that it would be thought that there was no Adamantine here at all.”

   “So why’d the Queen tell us to dig where it really is?” Tenth growled impatiently.

   “The Queen is not of the Chosen.  We have suspicions that she may even be among the allies of the Dark Ones.  With the King dead, I was left as the leader of the Chosen, and so I made efforts to lure her here.  My associates that were here before me, I believe, made a large offering to her not long ago.”

   “That was yer’ doin’?!  Dammit, I sed I knew ye were trouble!”  Ezum shouted.  “But yer the only one here who seems ta know a thing about all this shit, so yer gonna live.  On the other hand, you’ll have ta put up wit’ workin’ fer me.  Put a foot wrong, an’ it’s the Tower fer ye.  Get off ‘em, lads.”

   The four prone dwarves got up and Ezum and hers leaving the room.  Katsuun dusted himself off and muttered,  “Don’t worry.  I won’t be any trouble.  None that you can do anything about, anyway.  I’ve given away too much as it is.”

[Heron TSG]

Well, stats are infinite. legendary +99999999999 is possible.

[LegoLord]

Sorry, I mean agility, strength, and toughness.  Just worried that it could be a long while before  you see anything happen with your dwarf if I go for five skills  .