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6. Trapped! It Cannot Get Out (so long as it doesn't turn
Nelara was trapped here for the moment, between the bridge and the door, but unfortunately not on the side with the hundred or so menacing steel spikes. Cautiously, the dwarfs reopened the central stair, dismantled the trade depot and walled off the door. Nelara didn't notice.
At this point a horde of migrants turned up. They had no choice but to dig their way into the fortress, starting a new entrance to the left of the existing one. By great good fortune, the savage beasts and goblin ambushers didn't trouble them, and they were able to survive by butchering gibbons that had been left to starve in their cages when goblins had massacred the elven traders who brought them. Possibly they survived on the barrels of Sunshine which also lay by the skeletons of the pack-donkeys. One of the migrants went a little crazy and managed to forge himself a majestic copper throne, using a forge and various materials scavenged from the corpses of trading parties that little the map. To celebrate, the throne was installed in the little scrape where the dwarves waited as they tunnelled down below.
Eventually the new migrants made it to the fortress, crossing over a newly dug out chasm by means of a single, slender bridge. The plan now was to lure Nelara back to the chasm and onto that bridge, then let it plunge into the not-quite-immeasurable chasm and splatter into a thousand glass fragments.
Digging the chasm claimed some lives, and the dwarfs were worried to discover they'd broken into another, lower level of caves. These ones seemed mercifully empty, though.
Preparations were in hand. A gibbon was chained up in front of the bridge to lure Nelara out, the spikes were set in motion just in case they'd do some good, and the bridge was lowered. The beast surged forward, eviscerated the gibbon and kept coming, smashing doors out of its way. -
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