The trolls had meandered off into the distance. Most of them, at least. Some of them still remained within the central plaza though. It was the squadron that had survived climbing up the fortifications. Lead by none other than Skot.
Only five remained, the sixth fell prey to a weapons trap underneath the sprawling plaza pathway. I knew we could now easily take them. I knew my forumites lusted for revenge, after seeing Skot's atrocities. With the gods by my side, I would crush them like purring maggots. Revenge was one of Omer's spheres, after all.
The plan was simple. Nox, Th4Dw4rfy, Apiks, Limul and Doren would station at the blocked off pathway. Then, another forumite would remove the temporary wall, allowing them to charge the Trolls. Using Omer's force to get a large scrying screen up in the Cathedral was a difficult effort, but in the end I succeeded. Elaborating on the divine magic would be tiresome, but Omer's light and rainbow spheres allowed me to bend the light from outside precisely into a local rain shower I summoned. The light would refract on the little droplets, and the miniscule rainbows springing from it would replicate a crystal clear view of wherever I wanted to see. It works in a similar way to the way I attach images to my writings, though the process of adding these images to my pages (referred to as divine photorapthurgy) is somewhat simpler. I just catch the light, compress it and soak it into my pages. Omer is a useful God to worship.
The forumites gathered around me. Some burning with hatred, others excited for Skot's death. Yet we all shared one emotion. The urge to see.
The battle went smoothly. Trapped in the small corridors, the dumb trolls had no idea of the fate that awaited them. One by one they were carved up, swiftly, silently, effectively. What remained was a gory mess.
For every troll that fell, a humongous cheer erupted amongst the spectators. We danced and drunk until late that night, celebrating our victory. The following morning continued. Yet all of us worked faster, more efficient. Morale had gone up again, something we desperately needed.
A set of what you now know are photorapths, adorn the page, accompanied by lines written in an eloquent handwriting, explaining their depiction.
The militia, ready to depart whilst a civilian forumite deconstructs the barrier.
Battle-ready soldiers, hurrying along the sprawling plaza pathway
Father, Battle-miner Th4Dw4rfy, the first to charge the trolls. His incredible speed shall not be forgotten.
Apiks delivering the killing blow to Skot, decapitating the monster with his chainsaw.
Celebrating warriors standing amidst the final carnage they created.
Traces of a great monster were found in the remains of a maimed Kakapo. We have yet to spot it, but it certainly crawled around the fortress.
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