[ IP ] Wall Breach in Hall 43

`` BREACH! Breach in Hall forty-three!'' yelled the watchman from his viewing tower. He began to ring the bronze bell, the clanging which would echo down the stout halls of Mul Ghorad. 
 
 Thundering steps responded, as five hundred of our finest Dwarven House Guards arrived. They were the best, in our own Queen's words. Fastest to react in times of war and battle. No one that has ever besieged our home has ever penetrated the defenses, due to our House Guard. 
 
 The pikemen raced forward, readying to hold the line. The breach was silent for now, but there was only one thing strong enough to rend the stone walls of our fortress like that. 
 
 A Sholgoloth. 
 
 The marksmen readied their crossbows, with their poison tipped bolts, in preparation to unleash their deadly volley. The shield-maidens, clad in the densest of orichalcum armor, held their bladed-shields at their sides. Normally, they'd hold them up, but there were no enemy archers to deflect. This beast would require a much different strategy. 
 
 A rumbling pervaded the hall. The citizens of Mul Ghorad began to whimper. Children were openly crying. A cleric on the high walkways began to sing. His holy magics brought light and ease into the wide hall. The braziers lining the walls seemed to grow, and dance at the sound. 
 
 And suddenly, the light was gone. All the fires were swept away in a strong wind. The rumbling was increasing. 
 
 The beast emerged. 
 
 The marksmen immediately let loose a volley, and were loading again before they even hit their mark. 
 
 The behemoth roared from the prickling bolts, the poison already taking. It was all shadow and flesh. It's leathery hide ended in so many odd limbs and ends. Claws, horns, and knobby clubs seemed the general mode, and no one wished to feel the extent of their power. 
 
 The pikemen held, as the beast rumbled over. Embedding the pikes into the stone, firmly, the beast clumsily stomped onto the sharp ends. The Guard took heart in the creature stupidly injuring itself. As it screamed in pain, the Shield-Maidens rushed forward, and began hacking at any bit of exposed flesh they could find. 
 
 This attack served only to enrage it further, it seemed. The Sholgoloth reared back, and struck a broad swipe. The Maidens near it's attack were tossed aside, like dolls. Taking this moment, the beast lunged for the scattered pikemen. 
 
 It never made it that far. In attacking, it revealed it's maw, and by extension, it's wicked head. Taking the opportunity, two men stepped forward from a high wall, having been cloaked in shadow. They held their arms aloft. With a gesture, they lowered their arms with a flourish. A stone, larger than the beasts head twice over, fell. 
 
 With a thunderous crash, the beast collapsed, it being thoroughly brained. The Dwarves cheered. The attack was ended. Now would begin the task of sealing the wall once more.
