The First Siege of Greatbridge: Run Like Hell
In retrospect, running up onto the hill was probably a bad idea, Solon thought. The orcs were there, all right, but apparently “coming up the coast” was Cazador's way of saying “Get the hell inside because they're right here!” Right here, and looking right at her. At this point, she probably screamed something like “pull the god damned lever get the drawbridge up you worthless sons of oh god wait wait for me to get back in first!”
They got the first part right.
Meanwhile:This was it, Cazador thought. This was his chance. His chance to save the day, break the siege, and rescue their leader. He'd be a hero when this was over. He raised his crossbow, took careful aim at one of the lead wrestlers, and let fly. A miss! No matter, he had plenty more where that came from.
Er...
He rummaged frantically in his quiver. Nothing. Nothing but a roast plump helmet sandwich. “Ah, that's right. I packed my lunch in there today,” he muttered, as he watched the orcs chase Solon and some random fisherwarf over the hill. “Well, this is a bit embarrasing."
From the Journals of Solon Wardbridges, a bit later.Ultimately, it was the brave fisherwarf's actions that saved me. (Though said fisherwarf may not have seen it that way.)
The majority of the orcs either chased after her, or felt that their time was best spent on dog killing. Still, it would have gone very hard for me had Inaluct not dug that escape tunnel. She also dug a channel into the dirt as I ran frantically to safety, effectively blocking that entrance for now. I'm putting her name up for a commendation.
All that's left now is to deal with the orcs outside the gate, and poor Cazador trapped in his tower. Easy stuff, right?
Gods.
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Topic: Greatbridge of Oceans (community fort, why not) (Read 46133 times)