Shortly before they arrived he walked among his warriors.
"Dwarves!" He cried. "Those goblins have come to take what is rightfully ours!" Shouts of recognition came back. "I ask not for their submission, or for victory. But for vengeance for our kin, their slaughter, and the Goblin King's head on a spike!"
To that an almighty roar arose from the small fort, rocking the ground. The goblins over the hill felt this and knew something was amiss...
Second battle for the fort (To the death/until submission)
|Blayser's forces arrive first.|
|They begin the assault on the walls.|
|The goblins scale the surface meeting the dwarven defenders.|
|The troll takes a decent chunk out of the repaired gate, but it still |
stands. One goblin is pushed from the wall spilling black blood.
|Durburz and his guard make their way onto the field.|
|A couple of goblins lose their footing, but the rest manage to scale|
unaided. Durburz and co. make their way to the rear of the fort.
|The defenders take their first casualty.|
|The goblins have a foothold on the wall, as the assault continues.|
|The dwarves respond by cutting down three of the attackers.|
|Another dwarf is surrounded and fails to avoid the pointy blades.|
|Durburz arrives on the wall, as they seem to be taking control of the fort.|
|And then the troll smashes down the gate, the dwarves |
manage to kill another two goblins in return.
|Things get worse as Greszif arrives, in full force.|
|The dwarves quickly close down the troll, but there are |
more fights everywhere.
|The defenders slice through another two goblins, and the same |
number of dwarves succumb to the troll and goblin alike.
This leaves Blayser's forces very depleted...
|Despite this he summons the courage of his fellow minions to fight |
again, as Hatain urges the dwarves in the keep to charge the troll.
|Things are very untidy outside the gate as Greszif prepares for his attack.|
|Two more gobbos fall to archery and axe, and Durburz gazes around|
to see minimal support from his own guard.
|Blayser calls the stand fast, both troll switch over in the keep attack.|
|Durburz drops his guard for a second, then finds a dwarf axe swinging|
into his face. The new troll smashes two of the
keep dwarves into the ground
|Blayser calls another stand fast, enamoured by Greszif clambering |
over the wall, leading the goblin wall attack again.
|The same troll squishes the remaining dwarf in the keep with ease. |
As Blayser too twists and turns to wound Hatain twice,
leaving him groaning on the floor.
One other goblin falls. This leaves less than half the original defenders
|But they summon their courage easily, attacking the goblins|
despite being outnumbered.
|Two are cut down on either side leaving three dwarves left, |
and they know that the fort is no longer in their hands...
And so the dwarves are pushed from the fort, the goblins claiming it for there own!
Hatain lost 9 dwarves and Hatain: Hatain recovers 1 wound and one fate. Two recover, four will next turn and three were killed. Hatain (1) (1/1/1).
Durburz' company lost 2 prowlers and Durburz: Durburz recovers 1 wound and 2 might. Both prowlers recover. Durburz (1) (3/2/0).
Blayser lost 7 goblins: Six recover and one was killed, recovers one might, Troll recovers one wound. Troll (2) Blayser (2) (2/1/1).
Greszif lost 4 goblins: two recover, one will next turn and one was killed.
Troll (3) Greszif (2) (2/1/1).
Troll (3) Greszif (2) (2/1/1).
The Goblin King struggled himself to his feet on the wall, the dwarf had hit him very hard. He made his way to the keep where Greszif and Blayser were arguing, again. Outside there are roars as the goblin minions try to shackle up the trolls.
"Here he is!" Shouts Blayser. "Tell this one how he should have arrived much earlier today!" He said pointing at Greszif, but Durburz stood in amazement.
"Neither of you two showed up on time either way!" He then bellowed back. "We agreed to set out by mid-day! Clearly your scum got scared by the dwarf howls!" Greszif would've blushed, but for his green scabbed skin.
"What now then, King?" Asked Blayser. Durburz then took an axe from one of his nearby guardsmen, it was rusted, badly.
"What do you think then?" The king responded. All three smiled and knew exactly what he meant.