Doren tried to rub her eyes, for a moment forgetting about her helmet as she clanged her gauntlet against helm. She settled for just shifting her helmet a little, grumbling midly under her breath about the lack of sleep. Holder of an artifact and slayer of dozens, she still couldn't find a night's sleep away from all the noisy digging... Nor could she be afforded more interesting duties. Patrol duty another day, standing in the field with the fortress to her back. She glanced back, noting that some of her squad had left, no doubt to party or sleep.
"Ey, you!" She shouted at the nearest recruit.
"Sir!" The younger dwarf responded quickly.
"Where'd dem other run off ta?" She asked shortly, tugging off her helmet with her free hand so that she could rub her nose with her nuckles. It felt like another cold coming on.
"I dunno sir." The other dwarf shrugged, "But I 'eard the smith made a new boot or two."
Doren grumbled, glaring at the fort and taking a half-step towards it, only to plant her helmet firmly over her long, straight yellow hair and point at the walls. She wagged her fingers, gritting her teeth, and seemed usure what to do after that before finally turning back to the field, "Fah! Useless recruits, one an' all! Aint like I need 'em, I do a fine job ah defendin' this land!"
She crossed her arms, letting her mace clatter against her thigh. Noisy digging, lazy recruits, long patrol duties... If it wasn't one thing it was another. Just once she'd like something nice. A thick slice of sea serpent meat would do the trick... even a prepared lung or heart. How she longed for that old, familiar taste, salty from the sea and thick, practically leathery from the dense, tight muscles of the mighty beast.
"Captain! An Ambush! Curse them!" A woodcutter came running over the hill. Doren Syrupsptrinkle the Carnal Quakes looked up, blue eyes focusing on the fleeing woodcutter and quickly picking out the shape of goblins coming over the hill behind him. She grinned, slapping the top of her helmet to make sure it was on tight before rushing out as best she could. Running in full plate armor wasn't the easiest of tasks, and though her feet would drag against the grass or her armor would catch and make her start to trip, she was a creature with a low center and difficult to topple. This was all the more true when she was determined, as naught but Armok himself would disuade her from her goal.
Her goal was simple, the same goal as ever, the one, glorious goal. She brought up her mace, pure platinum it was made with the finest care, far and away heavier than any other weapon in the fort or on the field, Prideunited was a thing of immense value and even more immense power. As the first goblin came into charging distance, she brought the mace back and around, swinging down fast and hard, nearly clipping the ground before the great weapon hurled up, connecting with the closest goblin's chest. The greenskin's iron breastplate crumpled under the blow, shattering ribs with a single swing and knocking the goblin to the ground. The heavy weapon continued its swing, up and over, making her stagger to catch the momentum.
Strikes against her sides brought her attention to the rest of the goblin ambush. Filthy greenskins surrounded her, copper and iron weapons glancing off her plate armor. She laughed, a high-pitched chuckle that was cut off by the crash of the mace down, glancing off a goblin's leg and impacting the ground. Her laugh grew, excitement and adrenaline coursing through her small, intoxicated form. The mace swung up from the ground, striking another goblin and shattering its arm in three places. Another quick blow caved in the ambusher's skull. Another swing, another cumbersome strike of the enormous war device against another goblin's frail body, shattering it like wood and leaving the splintered body to limp away. A final swing down ended the limping.
The high-pitched, almost strained laughter rang through the air, filling the silent moments between heavy strikes of artifact platinum against common copper and bare skin. It was moments that she savored, powerful unwieldy strikes and would-be intruders, ending all too soon as a mere few greenskins limped away with shattered bones and ruined lives.
A recruit ran forward, "Ey, cap'n, lookit this here boot, I- oh, did somethin' happen out 'ere?"
Based off the description available, I tried to capture many unique bits of her without crowbarring in details that didn't fit well. Not my best effort, but I consider it a rather good effort.
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