Felsite 16th:
I'm starting a new day because it apparently became the 16th during the battle. Yesterday had a rather large journal entry.
The elves make it to the plains, where they immediately break into a fast jog. The goblins chase after them, not knowing that the pikeman who stayed behind with the other elves is dead. A pikeman catches up and stabs a yak in the tail, cutting it open. Its tail is now oozing yak blood onto the landscape. That doesn't matter! It's already covered with blood!
The militia run onto the plain.
The goblins
still ignore them.
More goblins arrive! A crossbowman and four macemen. Oh no! A copper bolt struck an elf in the right lower leg, tearing the muscle and causing the elf to fall over! She's doomed. The marksdwarves are firing from the hill. A pikeman stabs the injured elf in the left foot, opening an artery and severing many nerves.
The militia commander is coming to save the day! She just slashed a pikeman in the lower body, tearing apart muscles and guts!
The pikeman is now torturing the injured elf, twisting his iron pike around in her wounds! Now he's stabbing her left foot again. It's running with blood.
The militia commander slaps the pikeman in the right lower arm, fracturing the bone! She stabs him in the left hand, tearing the muscle.
That poor elf was just stabbed in the upper body, tearing a lung. She looks like she's having some trouble breathing. I don't think she'll live through the day.
The commander stabs the pikeman in the left hand, shattering the bone and opening an artery, then a hammerdwarf helps out by shattering the right elbow's bone. Hooray! The pikeman dropped his pike!
The goblins have clustered around the elf, taking turns stabbing her and punching her to death.
Ablel kicks the pikeman in the foot, shattering the bone. The goblin fell over.
The elf has mercifully given into pain. It's done for. I just hope it doesn't suffer too much. I hope it goes to whatever sort of heaven it has, where they can live in a forest where nobody ever cuts down a tree and stuff. There. A second after I wrote that, a pikeman shattered her skull, which tore her brain open. Rest in peace, Fece Athaithaya.
Ablel and the commander team up on the pikeman. It's tired, nauseous, faint, and in extreme pain. Its lower body, right upper arm, right lower arm, left lower arm, left hand, left lower leg, right foot, left foot, right lung, guts, right elbow, fourth toe, left foot, and left true ribs are broken, and several other body parts are bruised. Come on, guys, just bash its head in and move on!
Oh no! Urdim Rigothulab, a hammerdwarf, rushed into the fray only to be stabbed in the legs and bashed in the head. He's dead, and Ablel has gone from Unhappy to Miserable from seeing it.
Oh, no, again! A goblin lasher lashed the commander's arm from behind, fracturing the bone! She dropped her sword. Then a pikeman stabbed her in the head from behind, tearing the muscle and a tendon in the upper spine. She fell over.
Marksdwarves to the rescue! The lasher that was lashing the commander was struck in the arm! He dropped his scourge!
Ablel Atheledtul has become a Hammer Lord.
Goden Idensacat Nuraliseth Aval, Swordmaster and militia commander has suffocated.
All but one of the goblins has been defeated. The final one was... that was interesting. First ten minutes, he was torturing yaks and the commander. Then a single iron bolt flew in from behind and caused him to drop his iron scourge and fall over unconscious. Then a marksdwarf spent an hour bashing his head, but a copper cap kept him safe. When he recovered, the marksdwarf charged at him and tore his left first finger apart with his crossbow, causing him to give into pain and fall over. Another hour of concussions, then he woke up and was bashed in the foot, causing him to
yet again fall over unconscious, then was bashed for another hour, then woke up and was hacked and slashed twice by a swordmaster and an axe lord. Then the axe lord hacked him in the head, killing him.
There are. SO. MANY. BOLTS ON THE GROUND.
We won, but with three casualties: the commander, a hammerdwarf, and - wait. That marksdwarf was never hit. Why was - THE PUS! The corpse is covered in pus! And a spatter of Inrus Abysssneak's forgotten beast blood! Now I know who did it.
Let's check to see if any of the item haulers have the pus on them. Nope! Thank goodness I did that thing with the specialized haulers. Who knows who might have buried the afflicted if I hadn't done that.
He was found dead on a table in the hospital. Perhaps a doctor was trying to cure him.
A stray war dog has died outside, covered in pus. A puppy has died close to there, but it was only coated in snow. Odd. Rumor is that they bled to death. I suppose perhaps their body heat might have melted the frozen blood around them?
Again! Another stray puppy, again outside, again untouched!
And another. And another. Now a stray war grizzly bear, this time covered in pus.
Malachite 19th:
I haven't had a lot of time to write in this journal. It's summer now, but you can't tell it from the weather. Still snowing blood.
Dastot Roderkol, the mayor, got it into his head that he should punish Edzul Amostabsam, a skilled marksdwarf, for not producing shields. Edzul is an adequate hammerdwarf, a skilled marksdwarf, a dabbling shield
user, armor user, biter, striker, kicker, and miscellaneous object user, a skilled fighter, a competent archer, an adequate wrestler, a skilled dodger, a novice animal trainer, a novice trapper, a novice cheese maker, an adequate grower, a great leatherworker, a novice dyer, and a novice organizer, but he is not a carpenter or an armorsmith. You're the carpenter, you go make a shield!
Cerol Oltarteshkad, the hammerer, is the father of poor Monom. I hope he knows that I did all I could to save him. Come one, three nurses, three people to give food and water to. If you're capable of giving yourself food and drink in a timely manner, why can't you give others the same? Two of them even "liked helping others." Anyway, he's an okay person, but he doesn't handle stress well, just like me. I hope I can talk him into not hurting Edzul too much.
Malachite 20th:
Ick! Miasma! It appears to be emanating from a reindeer inside of a cage in the animal stockpile. I appoint another refuse hauler.
Malachite 21st:
Rigoth Zuglarrimad, four-year-old Dwarven Child is acting strange. He's hiding from everybody and whispering to himself. Kids these days... are actually kind of creative. Cool. I just wish he wouldn't be so secretive about it. Well, I bet he'll be a great craftsdwarf when he grows up. He's got the right spark of inspiration for creating a masterwork or something. Ah, I see. Her younger brother (three years old), who tends to avoid crowds, says that she "don like talking wif uder peeple. She likes tuh be adone [alone]. I can truhsht her, doe [though]. She very nice."
Malachite 23rd:
Cerol has chained Edzul up and is getting his hammer.
Malachite 24th:
Rigoth has claimed a Craftsdwarf's Workshop.
Malachite 26th:
Cerol has taken a short break from justice to have a drink.
Malachite 27th:
Rigoth is sketching an awful lot of pictures. Skeletons, rough gems, cut gems, skeletons, cut gems, a quarry...
Galena 2nd:
Cerol is finally done getting hammered and is back to - WHAT?! He's going to EXECUTE a CRIMINAL? Oh, dear, I've got to watch this and make sure nothing bad happens.
Edzul has been sentenced to five hammerstrikes.
1st: The hammerer bashes the Marksdwarf in the left upper leg with his -silver war hammer-, bruising the muscle through the =cave spider silk trousers=!
2nd: The hammerer bashes the Marksdwarf in the upper body with his -silver war hammer-, bruising the muscle and bruising the upper body through the x(sheep wool cloak)X!
3rd: The hammerer bashes the Marksdwarf in the left lower arm with his -silver war hammer-, bruising the muscle through the x(sheep wool cloak)x!
4th: The hammerer bashes the Marksdwarf in the second toe, left foot with his -silver war hammer-, but the attack glances away!
What.
5th: The hammerer bashes the Marksdwarf in the left foot with his -silver war hammer-, bruising the fat through the =steel high boot=!
Oh, he had a boot on. I was imagining the heavy hammer descending down upon a bare toe, then just bouncing off without any damage. Well, what do you expect when you beat a militia-dwarf? Of course they have armor on.
Oh. Oh dear. Edzul is unhappy, which anyone could expect: he's not a bleeping carpenter! He's bruised a bit, but that's okay. It's his lungs I'm worried about. That second strike seemed to damage one of them.
Galena 10th:
Rigoth has begun working on something. He's using two chunks of limonite, some draltha bone, a couple of rough red zircons, a cut opal, some wolf bone, some goblin bone, and a cut jade.
Galena 12th:
The human traders have arrived from Larothpesor.
Just as they come, a siege arrives! Twenty-seven goblins, trolls and beasts. Beware their mastery of their weapons!
Okay, not kidding. We've got to save the humans or they'll attack us next year!
I give the alert while the humans try to drive the goblins off. Battle of the Pikemen! Goblins and Humans!
Galena 14th:
The humans have put up a good fight, but more goblins have arrived. The total is now forty-five. The humans killed almost all of the first wave, but they're retreating into our fortress now.
Galena 15th:
In the midst of the siege, Rigoth has created a limonite crown named Ishlumaddor Ennolcatten, "Nutsdrown the Reputed Channels". I wonder if she thinks that nuts should drown in channels. Anyway, it's a
superb limonite crown, quite possibly the best crown I've ever seen, all the stuff on it is great. It has trillion cut red zircons encrusted onto it and there are bands of rectangular limonite things, draltha bone, octagon cut red zircons and cushion cut blue jades going all around the outside. Rings of prase opal hang off it and there are spikes of limonite, wolf bone and goblin bone on the top.
Wow. That's just amazing. Tosid Roughnessdistant, our broker, says it looks to be worth almost a hundred thousand Urists. She should know. She's a legendary appraiser, a master negotiator, and a professional judge of intent. Wow. She's also a professional consoler and pacifier. She says she runs something for unhappy dwarves to make them happier. Great idea, Tosid! Two dwarves, Doren Onamducim and Asob Iriddodok, are unhappy. She says Ablel is fine now. That's great.
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