DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE: I’m not sure what the eleventh hour is, but apparently we’re fifty-five minutes
into it by the Wyvern Queen’s watch and she said we were making
enough progress to get a wee bit of our reward. Then we needed
to take a quick break to... settle down. Ahhhh... We might be about
to die, but life is good! |
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ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FOUR: Times up, and we can see the Light Army’s force amassing on a hill in the distance.
In theory, this thing should have taken a month to build, but we
did it in less than a fortnight. Sure it creaks at night and bits
of the sub structure feel as if they’re constantly vibrating, but
it is our best shot. Too bad we haven’t had a chance to test it
or paint it. I bet some red streaks would make it look sweet! |
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DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE MORNING: The Iron Golem ammo has been loaded up. The counterweights have been moved into
position and it’s time to put this thing to the ultimate test.
I would feel better if the heads of the horde weren’t watching
from a half mile away, but they did say they wanted a good view
of it... from behind a wall. |
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DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE AFTERNOON: There’s smoke and fire and screams from all over, not to mention a mountain
of rock. The massive goblin monstrosity actually worked! Unfortunately
it blew a chunk out of the mountain right behind the Forces of
Light, and while the resulting avalanche hurt them, that wall of
pain kept coming right towards us. |
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DAY
ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-SIX: We’ve taken up a defensive position around the trebuchet, since it can’t fire
while being partially covered from the landslide, but it’s the
closest thing we have to a fort, especially since all out fort-building
resources went into it. On the plus side it’s the only siege engine
I know with restrooms, but I really don’t feel comfortable going
in the middle of a massive battle. |