13th Limestone
I have decided that this fortress will have heavy fortifications on our outer walls. The obsidian tower will become the first of six such towers, and the inside of our fortress will be completely paved. This project will take many years to complete, but it will also provide us with much greater defensive powers.
15th Limestone
The caravan has come. I must request some coal from the liason so we can begin melting some of the goblin equipment we have found.
17th Limestone
Goblin invaders, in the midst of the caravan. I’ve ordered all available dwarves to arm themselves, they will rue the day they attacked this military outpost.
The humans managed to kill off the goblin invaders. There will be more, and we must be ready.
24th Limestone
A goblin master thief attacked today. Snoopicus, despite his lung injury, chased him down. The goblin proceeded to cut off his left hand and right arm. Our great wrestler bled out on the field of battle while the thief snuck away. We will have a great feast to honor him.
27th Limestone
To make matters worse, as we tried to recover Snoopicus’s body, we were ambushed by crossbow wielding goblins.
Ilral had just finished laying down part of the great wall. As he turned around and wiped the sweat from his brow, a crossbow bolt clattered against the wall. Four goblins grinned at him, and reloaded. A normal dwarf would have ran for the gate, and been shot down long before he got there. A normal dwarf wasn’t trained by the General. Ilral ran towards the goblins with murder in his eyes, intent on strangling each and every one of them. A bolt hit him in the arm, spinning him around. Struggling, he continued towards the goblins. Two more bolts hit him in the legs. He struggled back to his feet, and stumbled the last few feet towards the goblins, intent to kill them all…
The General saw the goblins fire bolt after bolt into the corpse of Ilral. Putting on her helm, she shouted to her troops. “Let’s get them…” And she led the troops out of the gate. Meeting the goblins on the field, she battered their commander with her war hammer. Four bolts slammed into her, perforating her hands and wrists. She growled deeply, and looked with malice towards the goblins. Blood foamed at her mouth, and the goblins trembled in fear and loosed another volley…
“General!” Mezbuth cried as her commander fell to the ground, bleeding from dozens of crossbow bolts. She ran out to the field in a fury. Bolts flew at her, some she dodged, but two lodged firmly in her thigh, bringing her down. On her knees, she saw the goblins reloading. “I’m sorry, General” she said, and four bolts pierced her heart.
When the call to battle had been sounded, Flokstein had been sparring in the barracks. The sound of horns sent a chill down her spine. Her hands trembled, even though she had great skills now with her mace and shield. She waited in the barracks, ready to run out with the entire squad. Then she heard the General yelling. Flokstein ran out of the fortress to see the General fall, followed by Mezbuth. She knew it was her time to find glory. Running out of the gate, the bolts seemed to fly wide of her. A second and a third volley missed. At point blank range, a bolt finally struck home, piercing Flokstein’s internal organs. Seeing her own blood, Flokstein vomited, and ran back to the safety of the gate. She was a coward after all.
Minkot was nearly knocked over by the coward’s flight. “The general is still out there you weakling!” He yelled to her, but she kept running. Minkot cracked his knuckles, and crossbow bolts flew into the gate. One punched through his thigh, sending pain up and down his leg. “Is that the best you have?” He called, walking forward. A fellow wrestler, Reg, was right behind him, and beyond that was the Axe Lord Lokum. Surely, he thought, the goblins would die violently today.
Lokum laughed as goblin bolts hit her armor. The goblin crossbowman who had run out of ammunition and tried to rush her was now rushing the opposite way: propelled away by the force of Lokum’s axe, with his arm flying the other way. Before that goblin had landed, Lokum was cleaving the second goblin in half. This continued, until the third and fourth goblins were in pieces. Her laughter stopped when she saw the bodies of her comrades. Lokum gasped as she saw one of the bodies.
From the personal log of Ignaz, now leader of Pickspells.
2nd Sandstone 1057
The General is dead. I have taken command of this settlement for now. More goblin attacks will happen, I’m sure of it, and they will be soon. With our great leader gone, I do not know how long we can hold out. The General will be laid in her tomb today.
Our official casualty list includes the General, Snoopicus, Mezbuth, and Ilral killed with Minkot seriously injured.
4th Sandstone
More goblins have ambushed us. Six macegoblins and a leader. We will meet them on the field of battle and let their blood run free for our dead general.
Ignaz walked calmly out onto the field of battle. The goblins were chasing a cat, taking great glee in killing it. One of them spotted the war grizzled swordsdwarf, and brandished its mace at him. Ignaz stood, without sword drawn and shield still on his back. The goblin ran towards him, screaming a war cry. Ignaz stood firm and stoic. The goblin was upon him, and in a flash, his sword made one quick slash. The goblin swung his mace down, and it fell to the ground with his arm. It stared in horror at the bleeding stump, and then at Ignaz. With a backward motion, Ignaz removed the goblin’s head, and stared down at the remaining goblins.
Three of the remaining goblins mobbed Ignaz at once. The first landed in two pieces on the ground before the others landed their first blows. The second felt its mace land hard against Ignaz’s shield, then felt the shield forced back into its ribs, and it flew through the air. The goblin hit a tree and exploded with the force of Ignaz’s great strength. The last of the three tried to run away, but its arm was sliced off, and it too found itself flying thanks to Ignaz. The champion looked up and saw the remaining three goblins on the horizon. Running as fast as his short legs could carry him, he sought glory or death on the battlefield.
The first goblin Ignaz beat to death with his shield. The second had its leg removed, followed by its head. The final goblin ran, and Ignaz gave chase. The long battle under the beating sun took it’s toll, and Ignaz keeled over, and vomited. The years of training without seeing the sun were too much for Ignaz, and having to fight under it’s intense heat robbed him of all strength. The final goblin ran far away, to tell the story of Ignaz’s glory.
Sorry Snoopicus, I figured you could handle one measly goblin thief by yourself...that and I figured with all my shield skill (almost Legendary at this point) I could handle marksgoblins. Looking at the combat that happened, it seems that I got hit by 4 bolts that all pierced my organs at the same time, and I bled out about the time Mezbuth died. It was kinda neat to see these dwarves with military skills able to take 3-4 crossbow bolts before being unable to fight, when my dwarves usually die to 1. Every little battle had a hail of bolts before a dwarf was finally brought down.
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