Sorry, another case of RL. 
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12th Moonstone
Datan, our captain takes on Dorku, the huge eyeless duck! He is helped by some of the more aggressive animals, the turkeys.
The battle rages on, while the rest of the fort tries to stay out of the way, skittering away from even a glimpse of the mighty duck. Our ancestral memory tells us that this beast's blood is deadly. We await with great anxiety its effects.
Inod the Speardwarf is kicked with such power that he slams straight into a wall! There he lies, unconscious from the pain.
Datan looks badly feverish, but is holding his own.
Our cuts only scratch the beasts skin. We must rush him now if we seek to destroy it. That means absolutely everyone. Except the kids. Children do as they please.
Now Nomal. The duck kicked the Macedwarf in the head with its foot, braining him. The blow sent the lifeless body flying into a wall.
14th
Not all seem to have heard the summons, since only a few dwarves actually fight the creature. This must be mutiny!
Nil the mayor is valiantly trying to hold a diplomatic meeting with the "outpost liaison". How brave of him.
While we get slaughtered down here, the merchants sit idly in the depot, admiring the fine trinkets we traded them. Damn cowards!
The creepy crutch kid is partying. What is going on? [Damn, not supposed to be Slowpokez III.]
We are getting desperate. The monster gored Cog the dog with its horns, braining him and sending him skidding across the floor.
Also, apparently the "outpost liaison" wasn't happy with the delayed meeting. He gave us one of the universal signs and left. Typical.
That's it! We have no chance against that monster. Down to the sealable emergency room. We must escape!
15th
We are dropping like flies! We even lost Edem the Legendary Mechanic!
There, that lever!
Hurry! Hurry!
xczxc, that blessed dwarf, has brought a weapon bin with him into the safe room!
16th
The first to enter combat with the beast, Datan is now also the last. Winded, bruised, fevered he stared down at the monstrous creature. As it had no eyes, the monster could not stare back. Nonetheless Datan felt it watching him, wheighing him. Datan flew at the monster in a frenzy, landing blow after blow, but to no effect. Effortlessly, the duck snatched Datan's right upper arm with its beak, ripping it off clean. It took hold of him with its wing, but he slipped away.
With barely enough time to gather his wits, Datan saw the mighty beast charging at him. They tumbled down, and in the tumult Datan's left foot was destroyed by the beast's horn. The beast wrestled with the captain, pinning him down with a wing, shattering the left elbow. Bleeding, broken and feverish the captain opened his eyes long enough to see a terrible maw coming down on his head. He was no more.
We pulled the lever. The mechanisms rattled and clicked and then... silence.
A cold dread creeps into our hearts; did no-one link this lever? Our horror is broken by a terrible, booming crash that could be nothing other than a cave-in.
Shocked and stunned we were, but ecstatic. Praise the Catapult! It worked, and we are now safe!
A silence fell among us, and we watched each other. How long would we have to spend stuck in here, together? The five of us and a bunch of kids.
It is strange. Somehow I feel happier than ever before.
This was meant to happen. The Catapult has lead us here. Like a catapult slings missiles hard and far, so are we flinged into this adventure. This is our place. Let us do what only dwarves can do: Strike the earth!
Outside, the beast must prowl; we could only scratch it.
Fortunately, we can no longer hear it raging.
19th Moonstone
The first thing is food. We must start growing some pretty soon, or we will soon face famine.
24th Moonstone
There is no food, and there will be none. I was trying to start up farming with a bit of irrigation, but then it hit me: We have no seeds in here. How can we be so stupid? No, we were not meant to stay here.
The choices are grim: Will we remain here and be reduced to first eating our pets, and then each other? Or will we dig out and take our chances with that beast. I really have no idea...
25th Moonstone
After a long and heated discussion, we decided to put the matter to a vote by pebbles: diorite for 'dig', slate for 'stay'. In addition to the rat skull we discovered in the vote pot, we fortunately found also two bits of slate and three of diorite. We will dig. May the Catapult save us!
Ineth the miner hesitated to dig for a few times, but eventually got the job done. We were greeted by a queer silence.
But the time for hesitation had gone, and the race for the food stockpile had begun. We faced a truly horrific sight: dead everywhere. Only we are left, and a peasant who was resting in the hospital.
We were surprised to find the beast dead, apparently killed by the merchant guards. One of them had carved a few runes next to the carcass: "Easy as pie." Bastards.
We soldier on, the five of us. The injured peasant doesn't count, since he does nothing but cry for someone to feed and water him.
This will not end well.
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I'm actually grinding through Obsidian now, but I decided that this deserved its own post.
EDITZ: Long post, many typo.
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