Part 83: Sirocco: Update 18

Sirocco's Year: Part Eighteen

The fifteenth of Moonstone, in the year of our dwarf, 145, is a day I will never forget. I've always been a little gung-ho when it came to battling the Spawn of Holistic but being in charge gives you an entirely different perspective, journal!

I didn't want any more deaths on my conscience, and yet I knew that if I did not fight I would lose them all.

I couldn't let that happen.

As soon as I heard the bells I sprang from my chair. 'Skullbuggy, summon everyone back into the fortress and raise the military. We need to raise the north and south bridges.'

tehsid skidded into the office.

'Sirocco-'

'I know. Let's go.'

We raced to the gatehouse. Already we could hear their fleshy gargles, their earsplitting shrieks... they echoed around the mountain like sirens from hell.



And they were coming for us. I turned Patsy in my hands, admiring her craftsdwarfship. If there was anyone I could rely on to see me through this battle it was her.

And tehsid of course. He's the best!

'How many are there?' I asked as we raced down the golden road.

'Tinny Turtler says there's about sixty-five, possibly more.'

'SIXTY-FIVE?!'

'Aye.'

'Shame, sixty-six would have been more thematically appropriate.'

'... What?'

'There's Tinny!'

The marksdwarf hailed our approach.

'Go to the watchtower!' I yelled. 'Shoot them as they pass!'

Tinny nodded and ran off.

The howling is awful. I have never heard it this loud.