Interlude:
Somewhere outside the fortress walls, unknown to the dwarves, an army of darkness has been raised, to raze the place from the world maps.
Apparently, even enemy goblins find the place to unbearable to live in. Or maybe they were hoping for some easy riches by attacking a weakened fort.
Leading the troops was Azstrog Blazescorpions, a Hammerlord of much renown. She's not the tallest goblin there is, but makes up for it with her muscles and fiendish cunning.
"Listen you wimps!", she shouts in the goblin tongue(
in which she's surprisingly eloquent,
despite the stereotypes.). "We're about to make lay siege to the most dangerous place around! They may have told you that there's hardly any of those beards left!" The crowd murmured in agreement, maybe even with joy. "But don't let your guard down! There's horrors of the deep, countless traps, the Undead, a veritable labyrinth of death! And one of beards is said to be a real monster, crueler than any other of its kin! It is said that it was possessed by a daemon, and started to shred apart the others with its bear claws! I mean, bare claws."
She stared at the weaker goblins. Most of them were marksmen, and they didn't look too keen on going hand to hand with a crazy dwarf.
"But!", Azstrog continued, "you have been chosen for this attack because you are the best of the best! Together, we have nothing to fear! Together, We can destroy anything.
When we work together, Failcannon! WILL!
FAAAAAAAALLLLL!!!!"
Due to the psychological effect of
teamwork, the goblins' mood lifted quite a lot. Some joined in the shouting, while others lifted their crosbows and bows into the air. After all, with so many other people around,
the probability of any given goblin to get killed is slim.
After the crowd calmed down, the hammerlord continued: "So, any more questions?"
A humble crossbowgoblin in the front row raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"Uh... I dunno but..."
"Come on ma, out with it!"
And that's how my dwarf got the profession of a "Lucky SOB"