Drostan's Journal: 5th Malachite, 78
We had a good plan, but plans seldom go right in battle.
As I told you earlier, the orcs had just entered the wining path. We were up above, firing bolts as fast as we could. Below, we could hear the soldiers getting fired up for the battle by hitting each other with their weapons.
We could not fire fast enough. The Orcs got through. Luckily for us, we had redesigned our defences after Fred insisted. He keeps going on about how they must not feel pain. After this battle, I'm starting to agree.
New design.
As you can see from this picture, this design enabled Thob, our elite marksdwarf and myself to fire on the Orcs as they charge, and then pile up against our soldiers.
Let me first list the noble kills of our warriors before I tell you of sorrow.
Fred: 1 orc
Sodel Eralerdes Shaligmogshum Erar: 7 kills, including two named. Got a second name too. Sodel Vesselauthored the Bridled Elbow
Thob: 3 orcs
Nish: 2 orcs, 1 named
Olin: 3 orcs
I myself killed 3 orcs, and earned a second name.
Drostan Crystalburies the Impervious Watch
11 wrestlers, 1 spearmaster, 2 carvers, 5 maulers, and 1 master lasher we killed. One of the dogs killed an orc as well.
Three dwarves we lost that day. They now lie below in the mausoleum.
Vucar, an elite wrestler
Zuglar, a wrestler
Tun, a wrestler
Many dogs too, but Carver, Romano, and Berta were quick to point something out, trying to cheer me up.
Romano: It's a matter of efficiency. If I'm going to spend my time training these dogs into warbeasts, the least they can if they get hurt is die in one piece. Makes the butchering go so much faster.
Berta: So I can make meat pies.
Carver: And if they get killed taking a blow otherwise meant for me, Fred, or one of the other soldiers fighting it out down here, so much the better. They deserve our respect.
Berta (salivating): By being cooked into a roast.
Romano: Plus we are out of hides for making bags for the farmers.
Berta: I wonder how dog meat biscuits taste?
Carver: The best way to pay our respect to those dogs is using bolts made from their bones to pierce the orc's throats.
Berta: Probably delicious.
No one is unhurt. We have lowered the bridge, and the only two physically unhurt dwarves are posted at the merchant's gate. We need supplies. We especially need an anvil.
The cleanup has begun. But will it all be for naught. If we went under siege at this moment, we would all perish.
While going through the belongings of the late spearmaster, I came upon something. Something not so good. It seems the orcs don't just know we are here, but may have eyes among us.
That's right. They are invading us with pictures of our own artifacts engraved upon their armor.
I went down to the barracks to talk to Kol about this. It is his artifact after all, but never got the chance. As I entered the room, he immediately started talking.
Kol: I need a new name. Mine does not spark enough fear in the hearts of mine enemies.
Drostan: What's wrong with Bronzekeys? Seems fear striking enough. Anyway, I came down here to..
Kol: Not Bronzekeys. Kol. Kol does not make thine heart tremble. This I can see.
Drostan: Why are you talking like that Kol? Did the peasants bring you contaminated water?
Kol: Thou shalt now refer to me as 100killer9. Truly, today is a dawn on a new era. When mine enemies hear my name they shalt scatter in the wind..
I walked out while he was still talking. Clearly being bedridden for so long recovering from broken legs had affected his mind. I shall have to seek advice about the gauntlet elsewhere.
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