24th Moonstone, Winter, 107
The planter Kogsak Machinenamed was outside on the roof of the entrance to retrieve an item for the stockpiles when a bolt struck out from nowhere into his left hand.
“Aw shit. AMBUSH!!” he cried, hoping for the warriors in the barracks below to hear him. He fell down the ramp onto the lower roof of the entrance as a shower of iron descended upon him. In his rush he failed to notice he was going the wrong way; he was now cornered, goblins in close pursuit.
He made a made dash back towards the ramps, attempting to dodge the goblins. A maceman hit him in the arm as he passed, stunning him. He attempted to move, but was hit in the head and knocked back into another maceman. A final blow sent him flying all the way into the wall of the cliff, where he died. The goblins then advanced on the entrance.
The leader, a crossbowman, looked to the south and saw a trader. As he glared at it with a vague, firey glow to his eyes, he fired a bolt at it. It went right through both the dwarf’s lungs. The flame in his eyes grew faintly brighter. He then fired at a mechanic that had been fleeing for the entrance in the left hip.
“Come on out, Morul! The Dark Ones will reward me greatly for your death! Stasost Pantedscourges is killing your people as she speaks!” The goblin marksman shouted. He shot the eyes and throat off of the late trader’s pet donkey. The fire brightened once more, faintly.
“By Armok, you sound so cliché!” Morul shouted as she exited from below, “You come all the way here and you don’t even think to say something a bit more original?”
“Ah!” Stasost fired a bolt, but only hit Kib, one of Morul’s command, in the right arm. She fired another at Morul, but it was blocked.
“No, no, you’re supposed to say ‘die!’” Morul said, casually firing at a wrestler.
Stasost hesitated, only one bolt left in her quiver. She ran down to the same level as Morul, spotting two more dead goblins. She fired at the same time as Morul. Stasost took it through the arm. Morul didn’t even take it, as the goblin bolt flew several paces away from her.
“Boy, these lords of yours aren’t so good, are they?” Morul said, smiling. Stasost froze in horror. The glow was already dying, the Dark Ones already aware of her failure. The goblin shrank. It charged at Morul, ready to strike with the butt of the crossbow. Morul shot her through the stomach.
“Ugh . . .”
“Well this was boring.” Morul said, firing one last shot.
“I was shot in the leg!” Kib complained.
“Oh waa. Where the hell is Mudinmo?”
“Right here sir!” Mudinmo said, panting, “I saw one get away, sir. Sorry I’m late sir!!”
“Eh, just let it go. I better go tell Ezum about this guy.” Morul responded. “Go get the wounded, will you?”
“Yessir!”
That's all for tonight. Gotta go refresh my creativity (sit around reading like some kind of lazy person).