Since I'm a bit busy at the moment, here's a lil' piece I found on my phone.
Well, considering the fact that spawn might have taken over the realm while Erib's hunkered down at Clobbermountains... Who cares about the rest of that world, though?
...His Gaudiness' troops, expected to arrive days ago and drive the unclean creatures back to their lair, never showed up. Instead, even more monsters appeared on the blood soaked battlefield and the garrisoned battalion, reduced to mere 20 sword and pikedwarves, conscripted close to every able-bodied resident into the militia. That was obviously their last step, the last before the fortress crumbled under the onslaught of nightmarish gaunts.
The fortress main entrance was a mess. Corpses piled up everywhere, empty boxes and rubble barricaded the doors. Even the walls were unable to stop the drive of spawn. Dwarf-like creatures rammed down each one of them, slowly and surely making their way towards the main tunnel.
Sergeant Udil, tasked with reconnassainse, was helplessly watching the foul creatures tear down another barricade. Soon they were to burst in the outpost, and the slaughter would begin again. A few pikedwarves stationed themselves near the doors, but even a mighty dwarven phalanx was no match for viciousness and sheer numbers of spawn. Udil prayed to Tumam. Neither he nor his fellow soldiers needed divine protection, but those old men and children, who were being evacuated through the caves... They needed it.
"Good thing the witches have been lazy recently". Thought Udil. "Must be busy robbing caravans". Indeed, that was a blessing for those who'd spend hours writhing on the floor, utterly shocked by banshees screams. At least now they were finally able to stand up and fight to death like true dwarves.
The spawn, who were busy tearing down the wall, stopped their work. Some sort of commotion was happening on the further side of the entryway. "What on the earth they're doing." Udil muttered to himself. Could've they found a fresh corpse to feast on... They were fighting! The spawn were figthing! They were screaming like mad, hammering their claws on someone's shields!
"To arms, men!" Leutenant commanded the warriors to the entrance. In one mighty drive, they pryed open the doors and rushed onto unaware monsters from behind. Only a few spawn were able to fight back in the crumped conditions of the hallway. And so they fought until no invader was standing in there.
Udil rose his eyes. A group of human knighs and squires in blood-stained armor were standing on the other side of the hall. Some were still mounted, almost as tall as the ceiling. Their captain, short and slender-looking noble, distinguished with a strange black cuirass, stepped towards the dwarves.
"There are still Spawn in the fields. Everyone, get inside-" He stated in a raspy voice. Leutenant was quick to agree to the sensible statement, and the fighters retreated promptly, bolting the gates behind them.
"You're so welcome today, dear guests!" leutenant smirked, looking at the knight captain. The peculiar nobleman stood motionless, his whole suit of armor covered with mud and blood. "Might I know your name?".
"Sir Thil". The knight replied, twitching a bit. "It's an honor".
"Poor guy must be bonkers to come 'ere at that time" though the leutenant, as the newcomers gathered around the fire. Thin, emaciated faces, eyes burning with madness. His Gaudiness was way too quick to trust those humans, but he simply can't be wrong about them, he-
"Clobbermountains".
"Uh, what?" leutenant shook his head. "I'm afraid, we haven't heard from there for quite while".
Sir Thil rose to his feet. Obvioulsy, there was something more to that bewildered mercenary commander, but leutenant was unwilling to know it. Who cared even if they were a roaming band of werebeasts or something.
"Open the gates. We're leaving".
I wear casual+pants+ today though--does Taupe still wearin' xxPantsxx?
>2016
>Not wearing <+rat leather thong+> yet
Also, if it survives, I might take a look. Who knows, if the fortress is this durable, it might weather my mismanagement as well. Of course, if no one else wants.
