...The enemy has pushed to the keep doors.  We are taking them down with cannon, oil, and mage-fire.  Scores of them have fallen but still they come.  Many from our original force have fallen as well, but thirteen remain to bolster the keep defense.  Now the Orc brutes have brought a hideous battering ram…

...The keep door is broken and splintered.  We have pushed them back three times but our numbers within the keep are waning.  Reinforcements are in route, but far away.  We will defend against the next wave alongside the mighty Dwarf Keep Lord himself...

...I am all that remains of our original force.  Although we have repelled the last wave, our numbers are all but lost.  Now only the Dwarf Lord himself stands at my side.   They come in such numbers…   I can hear them at the entrance below.  Avenge me, my brothers…