Yep. Probably not tomorrow though.
Goldenhold
Chapter 25: Savior Has Arrived
The goblins siege was relentless. As the goblins rammed the gate it opened up slightly, only to budge back out. They hacked at it, scratching the steel. Even the trolls swinging at it had a problem. But suddenly, they all cheered. “Reinforcements! With battering rams and catapults! You’ll all be seeing Armok soon while he drinks you blood you dwarvern bastards!”
The dwarves faces went down with dismay. Goblins weren’t supposed to have siege equipment. ESPECIALLY the Challanges goblins. They usually just charged to death, not really caring about anyone’s lives, including their own. In a way, that was evidence that they had no greed in what they did. They happily marched to their deaths, dying by the thousands at the hand of the enemy.
Karakzon thought that eerie. Being more than willing to give your life up for a cause, it was as if they WANTED to die. They WANTED their blood to be spilled. Perhaps they WANTED to give Armok a nice drink he needed. He wondered if they really believed that dying was perfectly fine, and that they were supposed to enjoy it. Perhaps that is why the weaker goblins were struck down, their suffering on Earth ended so that they could move on and enjoy the heavens.
An arrow flying past his face changed his train of thought suddenly. He felt like he had to yell something to his troops, to make them at least believe that he was calm and in control of the situation, all of the deaths on both sides a sweetly orchestrated plan that would in the end let Goldenhold triumph.
The truth was he knew that he was screwed. His axe rested on his shoulder, waiting for it’s next taste of blood, human or goblin, possibly even that of the trolls.
He continued watching, but once more felt disconnected. He began to question the idea that giving out fake orders was the best concept..... Maybe it was better to let his men know that this was the end, and that the time had come for Goldenhold. But he wasn’t sure about that. It would take a while for them to breach the gates... he turned around at a cry of pain. An arrow hit the axe on his shoulder, making him duck naturally.
He headed off the battlements, getting away from the holes that viewed the other chamber. He heard something slam into the gate, a battering ram running straight into it. He sent a prayer to the fortress guard, and began to help pile boulders at the main entrance. If he was right, they would need every last one of them.
A messenger ran up to him, giving him a letter in all of the noise so that he could read it.
“Bad news and worse news- The bad news is that Goblin Siege Master Valican has sent about five barges of troops here, almost all of them armored in steel, carrying tower shields. On the bright side, they did not bring any trolls. The worse news is that he is currently.....”
He jumped at the slam of the gate,
“.... bringing various siege equipment. Expect all of the following- ladders, heavy ladders, ballistas, catapults, battering rams, among extra elite goblins. Good luck.”
He sighed, spinning around as he saw part of the battlements break as another stone crashed into it, rocks flying in every direction. Karakzon pulled out his axe, and looked down the hall one last time, praying that a savior would come and save him.
Suddenly, a dwarf in very impressive armor walked down the hallway, in a moment of need, a moment of depression, a moment of death.
That dwarf was one man, and one very important man.
The Captain of the guard.
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Topic: The Age of Myth: Goldenhold (A DF Novel Length Story) (Read 115842 times)