Milo steps, following Luther into the cavern, his metal boots clacking on the stone. Through the center of the room runs a long palisade manned by a group of goblins. This floor has been far more difficult, because of the fortifications. That's why usually we just sit back while Luther snipes them one, at a time. But Luthers made me actually breach this time.

I sprint forward followed by Theo. Theo slams into the small, but heavy wooden door inlaid into the defenses. The whole door shakes. The draws back, and slams his shoulder into it once again, the door flies off its hinges. A Goblin dives out of the door swinging a hatchet wildly landing a glancing blow on Milos armor before Luther fires an arrow through his neck.

They quickly rush into the palisade, Theo, Harkon, and Milo at the front with Aeryn, and Luther near the back.The palisade is a thing thing, barely wide enough for two people to stand shoulder to shoulder, and they shuffle through headed towards the right end of the hollowed wooden wall. They push Harkon to be a rear guard, and put Milo, and Theo near the front because their weapons are easier to use in an enclosed space.

The thump thump, of little feet is apparent to everyone as a party of 5 Goblins tears around a curve, led by one, taller than the rest, using a shield wider than he is tall, that will protect almost the entire group, another one has a spear, and stand behind the shield man, and the 3 goblins at the very back are all using bows.

The Goblin with the shield plants it into the ground, the spikes embedding in the soft earth, and than he crouches down, completely out of view. The one with the spear kneels shortly behind the Goblin with the shield, and he slips his spear over top, to defend against any attackers. All the while the Goblins near the rear rain weak poor quality arrows on them.

Milo steps forward, and chuckles as the arrows are poorly made, and the bows have no force behind them, so the shots are pretty much unable to harm me, as long as I don't get unlucky, and get hit in the armpit or something.

I take a big step forward, and swing my sword at the spear in a attempt to chop off the tip of it, but the Gobbo pulls the spear away in a instant, and thrusts forward once again, punching a hole through Milos armor, and driving the hole further, into his groin/hip area.

I groan, and step backwards. Theo passes me, and jumps over, and on top of the Goblin wielding the spear, killing him with his weight. The Gobbo holding the shield tries to drop it, and stab Theo. he succeeds in dropping it but is shot in the spine before he can do anything.

Aeryn rushes forward, and begins to channel her healing mana into Milo. She grunts, and a drop of sweat works its way through the leathery wrinkles on her face.

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Milo grits his teeth in pain, as Aeryns magic works its magic, and stitches his flesh back together. They continue onward like this for a while until they find another wooden door leading out of the palisade on the other side.

Eli

Eli smiles, and watches as Alistair reanimates a group of corpses to create a group of weak skeletons, their bones bleached white, and their flesh extracted for other purposes. The giant wagons we had built can’t actually fit down the alleyway to the warehouse. It was already a tight squeeze with the normal wagon, but there was no chance with the gigantic ones. We tried to park them on the main street right outside the alleyway but someone reported us for blocking the entire street, and the guards kicked us out.

So we had to park the wagons outside the city, and carry the materials all the way there. We tried using just a couple of skeletons or zombies, but they were robbed by anyone with even a hint of power, so we are animating new Skeletons, and taking the flesh to be used in making flesh golems to guard our stuff.

The flesh golems are crude but effective things, looking like someone took play-doh, and pinched it into the general shape of a man. They are very strong, powered by mana. So we send the skeletons in groups guarded by a flesh golem. Or Alistair just goes with them. But why work when you can make your undead slaves do it for you?

With only a couple trips back, and forth, and only a couple corpses from would be thieves we needed to deal with. We were loaded up, and headed off within the hour.

The carts were huge monstrosities with steel axles, and wheels. The wheels had dull studs periodically throughout to help it get traction. Each one must have weighed several tons, and when loaded with cargo could crack, and shatter stone, or cobble that it ran over. It would sink into mud, and compact the earth beneath its wheels. Hence the giant amalgams pulling us with their inhuman strength. At one point in time they had to cross a river. The river was shallow, but wide, and filled with thick mud.

“How are we going to cross this?” Eli questions, while scratching at his chin.

Alistair smiles, and swings his arms merrily, while taking a deep breath. He waves his arm, and the skeletons we brought with us start pouring out of the cart. They jump face forward into the mud, under the wheels.

Eli raises an eyebrow. “Those are not going to work. They will either shatter immediately or just sink straight through.”

Alistair nods. “They will sink quickly, and they will shatter, but they will also provide slightly more resistance, hopeful enough to get through here! Worst case we need to animate more servants to pull us out. Or we just use the flesh golems.” Alistair points to the two large flesh golems walking along beside them.

Eli shrugs. “I'm getting out. If it works i'll go with the second wagon.”

Alistair smiles merrily. “Your loss.”