((Kay. Writer's block is gone. But we need to move on now. Here we go...))
Picallo looked out on the field as he finished off the last of his goblins. He watched as hundreds of goblin soldiers ran. All the Shamen were dead. He wiped his sword with a white cloth, then sheathed it, and watched as Vala finished off his last few goblins as well. A few younger Vren defenders ran off after the goblins. "Get back here! No! Come back here!" Picallo shouted. They turned, then came back to him, going back inside the tower through the hole. "Vala! Fall back! There is treachery here!" He gave one last glance at the beautiful landscape, now a grave yard for two cross-species. Then he turned and ran in himself.
He was not two feet inside when abruptly Master Samson, of Picallo's own clan, was dropped at his feet. He'd been beaten, it seemed, and flauged with a whip without removing his tunic. He had black hair, and a scar right above his left brow. He coughed, and blood splattered out of his mouth at Picallo's feet.
"We found him like this, sir. Wasn't our doing. Something that trators and occultists do to themselves though." said a Captain.
Picallo was confused at what the officer meant. "Explain yourself." he said to the officer.
"We found him behind the lines, not fighting, but uttering strong spells of locking doors and opening gates. Both of which seemed to happen."
"Is this true?" he asked Samson. He made an effort to speak, but couldn't with his condition. Picallo looked around. "By the law of the Clans, do we have 15 witnesses at least?"
"A good twenty at first, sir." Replied the officer. "But he took down five when we tried to stop him. Huge blast of light, and then we saw five go down in white fire."
Picallo looked up at the sky for a second, then drew his sword, came around to the side of the ex-master, and gave one final glance at him. Then lifted his sword above his head, and brought it down on the master's neck. The head rolled a few feet, but the body collapsed. Picallo closed his eyes, fighting back tears, but then moved over to the hole, pearing through.
The Goblins were setting up camp at the edge of the forest they had appeared from, but their number had increased: there were now two-hundred in force. A few, maybe thirty, of the goblins came to take away their dead. An archer, who was now on patrol duty, notched an arrow just above him. "No! Let them take their dead." Picallo said.
He walked out of the tower, pulling out goblins who had died inside the fortress, and moving them out for the goblins to take them back. Picallo wasn't sure why he did this, but he did. Then, just as he lifted one corpse, something warm came up behind him. He turned around, body infront of him. It was a tall goblin, about his size, which was huge for his kind. He took a great huff, then just stared at Picallo. Picallo nodded at him, then gave him the body. The goblin nodded in reply, then turned and walked off.
Picallo turned, then walked inside the tower. Masons were back to work, but he couldn't do anything right now. He needed to think. He walked towards the now opened den to find Gabriel. Gabriel herself had come out when the door became unlocked, ironically AFTER the Master died, but went back in to the pools, trying to calm herself from after what had happened. He found her, then sat on the side, watching her swim while he thought on what was to happen next.
((I've got some more interesting stuff to write, but I need to get out how I'm going to do that...))