((no, space and time haven't collapsed yet.
yet.))
Where Was Gar?When the goblins attacked, Gar did what any sensible dwarf in his position would have done. He went for a drink.

A long, long drink. If he was about to get killed, he was going to make damn sure that he had a good barrel of booze to bring with him to whatever sort of afterlife was working these days. The others knew what to do, anyway. It wasn't his fault if they didn't remember where the traps were.
He had just finished off about a third of the barrel, when Tirist, a recruit of some kind, stumbled into the room. Gar waved at him with his free hand. "Sit down, man. Grab a drink, then help me fire off the levers when you're done. They drive the goblins off yet?"
"The... Gar... there's no time! The goblins are here! They're right behind me, I just escaped with my life! There's no way out of here, is there? We're going to die right here!"
Gar sighed, and put the barrel down, and looked the room over, before he saw what he needed. "You can die if you want. I'm going to do something. You see those tree logs over there?
"The birch ones?"
"I don't fucking know, the wooden ones. Help me block up the entrance, damn it. If the goblins are right behind you, we ain't got much time."
It took some pushing, but Tirist did as he was told, (the goblins hadn't
quite been right behind him) and before long, they had build a rough wall in the rooms one entryway, blocking it off.
Tirist stared at it, trying to make sense things. "So... now we're trapped. Was that the plan, Gar?"
Gar nodded. "Yeah, son. We're trapped. Trapped in a room that also's got enough food and liquor to last one hundred dwarfs five years. Or as I like to see it, we're safe, warm and fed in here, and the goblins are all trapped, hungry and cold, out there."

"Oh. Oh!"
"Yeah. Sit down, get a drink. We might be here a while."
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And a Few OthersIshar had been working on clearing out the old magma pump stacks for weeks, and had only come back up for a drink. She found a very different fortress waiting for her when she reached the main stairwell. She also found Remalle.
Ishar poked at the other dwarf, who was lying face down on the cavern floor, with her pick. "What are you lying at the bottom of the stairs for, Remalle?"
"Who the... Ishar?" Remalle pushed himself up, with some effort. "The goblins are attacking right now, Ishar. One of them knocked me down the stairs. That's why I'm lying here."
"At least you weren't hurt! I guess you're mostly scars anyway, that probably protected you. I can't imagine what might happen if you died! Are the goblins coming this way right now?"
"Um, no, I don't think they are. Unless we let them in. All the stairs are blocked off now."
"And why would we do that, right?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, we hadn't managed to move any alcohol down here yet. We might have to drink water for a while."
"Oh dear." She shouldered her pick. "I think I might have to go let the goblins in right now, actually."
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"And Firehawk?"
Croaker pointed to another bed, with another blood covered dwarf. "That's from a goblin axe, if you want to know. His entire lower body is... fractured.

It's going to take a lot of work and a lot of time to heal, and he's not the worst, so let me get back to work, please."
The Soldier nodded. "Right. Yes." She had a list of the wounded, and the dead, which seemed to consist of half the army. And since they had drafted the whole fort into the army... Things weren't looking good. Who even knew what kinds of horrors were going on on the surface.

"And now that Rakust loving mayor has called for a 'meeting'," she muttered. Whatever that meant.
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Next: The Bridge
((this is a disaster, but i think it's survivable! no reclaims, dang it. no more))