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« on: January 02, 2012, 07:22:13 am »
The kobold camp of Kafakashaymis has been a thriving community for all those kobolds who finally want to subsist on their own instead of always stealing to survive. Now they just steal for fun (but never from other kobolds, because there is honour among thieves).
The first elven ambush was quickly stifled by the tricky 'bolds and their cage traps, though several were killed or wounded as they fled from the onslaught of wooden arrows. For a while, all was peaceful. Two artifacts came to life, a fluffy wambler fluff buckler and a turtle shell harp. The military practiced and trained night and day, determined that they could kill even the biggest of foes.
Over a year after the elven ambush, a goblin ambush arrived in force. It was absolute slaughter, killing at least 20 'bolds before they were trapped, killed by the soldier-bolds or driven away. The whole camp was left distraught. Corpses littered the slopes and tantruming was rife. A woodcrafter was branded a 'Rager' as he accidentally killed a fish-cleaner in his tantrum. He was forced to take up the arms of his enemies the goblins and dropped into a sealed hold to fight against the trapped invaders.
The fate of Kafakashaymis has never been more unclear.
UPDATE: The strength of Kafakashaymis has been broken.
As normalcy just seemed to be setting back into the little camp, an elven ambush revealed itself. Led by a an Elite Markself, this squad of markselves didn't pose too much of a threat as they were led to the choke-point bridge in the middle of the embark. No one died from them.
Then, suddenly:
An ambush! Curse all friends of nature!
An ambush! Curse all friends of nature!
Double ambush. A large squad of elven spearwarriors, mounted on horses, led by a mighty spearmaster, couple with a large squad of swordselves. No mercy or quarter was given. Kobolds were only barely saved by the quick order to flee inside. Eventually, the elven ambush ground to a halt (almost literally) as it churned through cage and weapon traps. With this, the kobolds were given the all clear. They began to clean up the dead, when:
An ambush! Curse those fiends!
Goblins. Bowgoblins and Crossbowgoblins, sitting at the entrance to the camp. A hail of bolts cut down kobolds by the bunch as they either innocently left the safety of the camp or attempted to flee back to it. A mother was cut down, dropping all eight of her newborn pups. They were shot too.
Eventually, there were nine kobolds left. Eight of them had dragged themselves onto beds and were trying to rest their grievous wounds, though they were all near death. The only able-bodied kobold had been knocked out onto a cage trap earlier, and no one was able to let him out. The kobolds of Kafakashaymis were forced to concede defeat.
It was the saddest day in the history of kobolds. The Massacre of Kafakashaymis will strike fear into the hearts of kobolds everywhere, reminding them how insignificant they are compared to the world. No wonder they have a god of suicide...
