The Battle for Oceanbridge, Part One: Elves and Elfs and Goblins
Once more war came to threaten the dwarfs of Oceanbridge, once more they rose as one to defend their home from those who would destroy it.
An army of maniacal elfs, driven mad by their mad way of living, came in the summer. Their leader rode a war Giraffe, a murderous steed. They were ten in number, but they did not come alone,
for the goblins rode with them. Well, when I say they rode, I mean walked, but they did ride in a sense. They came riding
evil. Yes.
The Soulchopper Derm declared the siege to be the work of the elvish merchants, who had arrived bare moments before. This was proved to be false, as the attackers bore down on the poor merchants with a violence that surprised all who witnessed it.
Person, the mayor, determined that the time for hiding was over, and that they must fight! This was a great relief to all. Waiting around doing nothing was dull.
While the Great Trap was as yet incomplete, the small corridor of traps… was complete. More or less. The elfs and goblins would be drawn down the pathway, and those that did not fall to the traps would face the steel of Oceanbridge. The steel, iron, bronze, and occasional fists of Oceanbridge, to be accurate.
The Battle for Oceanbridge, Part Two: Drownings and Stabbings
The elfs were lured down the corridor easily
and the first of them fell prey to a cage trap, crafted of wood but harder than the silver he bore. The second leapt over the trap, and fell prey to a pond of water. Never one to ignore an enemy, Heavy Weapons Guy dove after his foe, laughing hugely as he landed atop the stunned and drowning elf.
Ignoring the bolts he bore in the quiver on his back, he beat the enemy about the head with his iron crossbow, slaying him, and emerging soaked but triumphant.
Meanwhile, the goblins ran joyfully into the arms of the cage traps. Two survived, only to be split in twain, (or four, rather. Fain?) by Shina, swordsdwarf and maniac.
Then came the Giraffe.
The Battle for Oceanbridge, Part Three: Leaf-Eating Death
The traps were exhausted, quivers had been emptied. Still the enemy came. The warriors of Oceanbridge felt no fear, (at least, not that anyone is aware of. Not the kind of thing you admit, really), as they met the elfs in battle.
Derm killed one quickly, parting his head from his body and his soul from this world. But then the War Giraffe, murderous bloodthirsty herbivore that it was, knocked the great commander from his feet, and its rider smashed his hand.
But Derm rose undaunted, and furious. He slew them both.
The loss of their leader and his mighty steed broke the elfs, and they tried to flee the land that had once thought easy to despoil. They did not succeed, and not one of them escaped with his or her life.
Many had been wounded, including Derm, but none had lost their lives. Victory was once again with the Dwarfs of Oceanbridge.
((well, that went better. Happy Halloween, for those who celebrate it. Enjoy the endless bloodshed.))
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