And done!
Urist Mchammerdorf sighed."Tha damn Elves be here 'gain, sir," he reported.
"It be a Siege?" Derm demanded.
"Nae. Shall I ready me squad?" McHammerdorf inquired.
Derm shook his head. "Not unless tha' Pansies only brought cloth. We need a breeding stock, and wood naer hurt. But ye should go look for Gobbo ambushes. They always show up now. I won't be able to join ye this time. Doc needs to set me thumb, then I've got a few troglodytes that still have their limbs. (Derm had a vendetta against the poor T’s. Ever since they made him fall and smash his thumb, but it was kind of hard to blame them, seeing as how he’s killed three giants, two forgotten beasts, and a Giant Cave Spider, and he got his first injury, of all possible things, from a T! Besides, the things looked grotesque.) Comp is being the fierce fighter he’s always been. Bah, he’s got FIVE war dogs, and he still cannae defend himself, even with a pick. I swear, Cog is sweet on that lucky sob. He gets the caverns to himself, he gets some dogs, he gets me to defend him…” Derm continues the monologue for quite some time, although Urist was quick to excuse himself with a “Yes, sir. I’d best… uhh… report to Cog.”
Urist had been at Towersoared for quite some time, but with the main fortress being moved to this area, he wasn’t sure the quickest way to the Grand Entrance Hall. That was one impressive piece of engineering, there. On his way to grab his squad, he accidentally ran into the gem crafter’s section. So of course Martini was quick to notice him.
“Urist, bro. What’cha been up to, man? I’ve been working on this epic throne, man, just look at all the gems! They’re so vivid!” Martini said, in that infuriating way. The fool was always high as a bird on Quarry Bush, though Armok knows how, seeing as how we don’t grow it here. But he had a point. The throne was pretty impressive. It was practically covered in gems of various kinds, no two of the same type, and there was still more to come. There were as diverse gems as blue diamond, star ruby, pink garnet, and harlequin opal, to name a few. The would be just as many studs of metal, and twice as many bones on the thing, the bones belonging to the forgotten beast Derm killed a while back.
“Go away! I’m busy!” Urist exclaimed, in a desperate bid for freedom. Surprisingly, it worked. Martini had seemed more quite ever since the falling out he had with Syntic, or maybe it was Cog… No one was quite sure. All we know is that Martini went into Cog’s office, started yelling about Syntic, although we weren’t quite sure as what was actually said, and then he walked out. Urist continued to ponder about this until he got to his barracks.
“UP ALL YE LOLLYGAGGERS! THA ELVES BE HERE, AND WE GOT TO HUNT FOR AMBUSHES! GOT THAT?” That was always the favorite part of that job for Urist.
“SIR, YES, SIR!” The squad chorused.
“GET TO IT!” Urist led his troop as they traversed the ground to the gate, where the Elves were waiting with their donkeys, mules, and horses, and where the Gobbos would show up, if they were going to show up. It always amazed Urist how Elves were able to balance a breeding pair of elephants in cages on a mule. It didn’t seem possible, and yet, they did it. Urist was so distracted by his musings on Elves, he was caught by surprise when the Goblins appeared.
Urist yelled the time-tested dwarven battle-cry, “BLOOD FOR THA BLOOD GOD!”
The dwarves were fast to close the distance, but Urist was the fastest. He swung his hammer in a close arc, CRUNCH. He swung faster, going for lethal strikes more and more. Blood sploshed around, covering Urist’s eyes. But the test of battle made him serene. His hammer Death, undeniable, and unstoppable. The Goblins had seen this many times before, but were powerless to stop it. It was a sublime sight to any onlookers, but the Goblins were being destroyed. They knew to run, but that didn’t mean the dwarves would let them. They were veterans, and they had been trained to stop any Gobbos from escaping. Their training didn’t fail them now, and the few Goblins who managed to disengage themselves from the fighting were hunted down.
“Well done, boys. Now! Let’s head back inside for a drink, eh?” Urist asked, smiling.
“SIR, YES, SIR!” They responded in kind.
The Elves, being Elves, were completely ungrateful, and of course went to the wrong Trade Depot, but that was Cog’s problem, not his.
Later, Derm returned from the depths of the caverns, to see a grinning Urist.
“I cannae tell ye what ye missed,” he said simply.
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