It was 4:52 am my time. I missed that battle. But the rosters were pretty even, and though Eddy lost a undefended fief, he still gained the 45K silver that was in there, so I don't think the Gobblins should bitch (which they will anyway).
The battle was quick and bloody. Most of the village locked themselves in their huts, but 17 Gobblin collaborators showed up and displayed great bravery but few arms and were quickly slain. While Finnian was searching for any remaining enemies he tripped over a sleeping figure.
"Bloody hell", the figure grunted, "Is it time for the battle already?"
"Bryggan!" Finnian exclaimed, "the battle is already over and won. The Dwarves have liberated your village!"
"Ok, good", Bryggan mumbled, "then I'm just going to grab five more minutes of sleep."
A few hours later a small dais had been erected in the commons, and the villagers and the dwarven fighters had been assembled in front of it. Bryggan, standing next to Eirik Stonefist, addressed the crowd.
"Today is a great day for human/dwarf relations," he said, "Truly the Dwarven Miners Guild can stand tall..."
Grunts of disapproval came from the crowd.
"Um," Bryggan restarted, "In this battle against the Gobblins, no one can look down on these mighty dwarves..."
Boos and catcalls erupted from the assembled peoples.
"Damn," Bryggan said, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead despite the early morning chill.
"Ok," he said, trying once again, "This day will be considered a new start for the 13 Knights and the people of New Rebache. And, if we go far, it will be said its because we stood on the shoulders of giants..."
And that was when the riot broke out.
Three hours later, nursing their bruises and cuts, but certainly not nursing their fine dwarven ale that the Miner's Guild had brought along. Having finished their scrap, the villagers, the soldiers of the 13 Knights and the Dwarves were now peaceably getting along, laughing and joking amongst themselves.
"Damn!" Bryggan exclaimed, "the stories of Dwarven Ale don't give this stuff justice. You could make millions if you started selling this stuff."
"Then there might not be enough for us," Eirik answered, "No, us dwarves prefer to keep separate from the humans. Nothing personal, but to us you all smell funny. It is one of the downsides of having such huge noses. While it helps us smell out gold in the mountains, it also makes us smell the more unpleasant things in life."
Getting a whiff of the sweaty dwarf, Bryggan was thinking it went both ways, but wisely kept his tongue.
"But when Gobblins raise their ugly heads, we must all work together," Eirik continued. He stared off into the distance, his eyes turning a steely grey. "The shit posting has got to stop!"
