21 Felsite, 130"Umm... shit. Hey! Anyone out there! I kinda trapped myself in here!" Bridgesoars shouts over the walls of the fortifications she just completed.
Fleshring stops cutting trees nearby to check it out. "Hey! Find yourself standin on the wrong side, did ya? I'll get some help, don't worry." He turns to go looking for a miner, and notices a strange white puff to the southeast. He watches intently for a moment, and catches a glimpse of glistening tentacles. "Illithid! Everyone inside! We're under attack!"
Above-ground workers begin swarming towards the ramp, as two squads of illithid break cover and begin the assault.
"Hey! You trapped in there! I'll still get the miners to dig you out!"
Bridgesoars resigns herself to quietly watching the battle unfold through the arrow slits. Another illithid squad leaps out from hiding to surround Dunescloistered, who is torn apart in seconds. Everyone else makes it safely inside, and the gate is raised to allow the military some time to respond.
The crossbow squads take up positions at their fortifications for the first time in a major battle. In the midst of the commotion, a snatcher is found sneaking in the barracks, right in the midst of all those soldiers. Staffrun chases it into a corner and dismembers it as the rest of the militia continues preparations. Soon, they begin gathering on the surface.
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Meanwhile, illithid swarm past the Southwest archery box. Threehalls begins firing off bolts, causing minor injuries to the passing abominations. Something dawns on him after a few seconds. "What... did none of you grab any bolts on your way here?!"
Gorgeworker scratches his nose... "No sir..."
"Gorge! Duck!" Rockbears charges, wielding his crossbow as a club, as a shadow envelopes Gorgeworker. He's tackled to the ground by an illithid that had levitated over the wall. It holds Gorgeworker down and lashes at him with its tentacles. He swings his crossbow frantically in front of his face and fends them off. The other arches start clubbing the illithid with their crossbows, and it stands up and throws Gorgeworker against the opposite wall. Before he can recover, or the others can catch up, it leaps on him again and digs its tentacles into the small of his back. They wrap around his spine and tear out a vertebrae, paralyzing his lower body. Threehalls pelts the thing with a couple arrows and the others beat on it with their crossbows. It throws them all back with an invisible force, buying itself enough time to fly away again.
Threehalls continues firing bolts at passing invaders, crippling one. Rockbears kneels beside Gorgeworker "Hey... you ok?"
Gorge grunts and props himself up slightly with his arms. "Umm... I don't know... it doesn't hurt.... I can't move my legs... oh god... it doesn't hurt... I can't move my legs!"
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The illithid reach the gate and begin pounding on it with their fists and gibbering in an incomprehensible, eldritch tongue. Fleshring calls down the ramp "Lower the gate!" The illithid seem to understand, as they back away from the gate just before it comes crashing down.
The battle begins. Fleshring stands back for the time being, to give his troops a chance to practice and prove themselves.
Showeredgate is the first dwarf injured, an illithid grabbing his leg with its hands, wrapping its tentacles around his ankle, and nearly tearing his foot off. The dwarf is grounded, but still fighting. He makes a deep gash in the illithid's leg. It makes several more grabs at him, batted away with his shield, before succeeding in grabbing a hold. His arms are held down as its tentacles probe his armor for weakness. The snake beneath his armpit and stab between his ribs, writhing around and squeezing his lungs. He cries out in pain, breaks his sword arm free, and stabs it in the back, tearing apart its lung. It jerks back, releasing him of its tentacles. He doesn't hesitate to lunge forward and cut off its head with a powerful sweeping motion of his red steel short sword, earning his first kill
Atticbeaches, Staffrun, Tradetongues, and Wheelsblocked have a much easier time, storming through the enemy hacking, stabbing, kicking, and punching with playful ease. Staffrun claims the second kill of the battle (the first going to Threehalls), splitting a skull in half with his =adamantine battle axe=.
One illithid is knocked unconscious, and several dwarves descend on it, attempting to finish it off with their formidable red steel and adamantine weapons. They strike at its head again and again, and every time a different image of a weapon erupts forth from its forehead and shatters as it blocks the strike. (OOC: I've seriously never seen this kind of thing before.)
Soon this distracted group is surrounded and set upon by the other invaders. Fleshring orders them "Ignore it! Defend yourselves, dumbasses!" He charges into the battle, deciding the odds have turned against them and it's time to knock them back to their favor. The illithid are quickly scattered, and only two escape in the following chase. Baldedgilds suffers two major wounds, including a paralyzed soldier, but no casualties.