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« on: June 21, 2010, 06:53:42 pm »
The ditch was nearly complete, and my dwarves were giving a collective sigh of relief, when the clop of hooves on stone gave them a startling realization.
They'd previously dug an escape tunnel.
The dwarf mining the ditch gave a final swing of his pick, and demolished the last ramp. Wiping the sweat from his brows, he turned to see what everyone else was gaping at.
Three Zombie Deer approaching from the gloom before them, and a pit at their back.
The Deer charge, knocking two hammerdwarves and a wrestler into the pit. The remaining three, picks in hand, gave a curageous yell and leapt to the defence of their bretheren.
They were promptly smited, their faces crushed to a pulp under hoof.
The dwarves in the pit scramble up the wall between them and their Clan, but fall just short, without a ramp to climb up.
Wardogs strain against their chains to get at the nearby intruders, but the Deer were just out of reach!
The Zombie Deer lunge at the dwarves beneath them, and the remainder of the Embarkment gets thrashed against the channel's walls, the Zombie's dinner left broken and trampled as twilight falls on a haunted Mountainholm.
So ends Earthenlion, and The Snarling Sky-Page.
