Twenty-First of Galena, 338 We are alive.
Crippled, hungry, and miserable, but alive. The goblins have fled.
I don't know how, but our one goblin prisoner yet lives. It has enough wounds to kill about 5 goblins, but it can still punch our dogs.
Twenty-Seventh of Galena, 338 I've ordered the tower's construction to be cancelled. Maintaining the lives of our countrymen is a higher priority in this situation. But with only 4 able dwarves, will there be enough manpower to keep everyone alive?
First of Limestone, 338 The goblin FINALLY died. Unfortunately, so did one of our metalcrafters/haulers.
Something terrible dawned on me: with no liquid water, we cannot hydrate the wounded. Therefore, everyone who can't walk is going to die very soon... including my current body. Damn the weaknesses of the flesh.
Of the survivors, two of them have doomed spouses and the rest have no friends at all. If we could cordone off the eventual berserkers, we could scrape out a very destitute life. It's a better plan than none.
Seventeenth of Limestone, 338 Migrants? Why on earth would anyone come here of their own free will at this point? There are eleven of them in all.
First of Sandstone, 338 Iago has been made into chief medical dwarf, due to Nerjin being incapacitated. Perhaps after diagnosis, the patients will be able to walk and drink alcohol.
He's beginning surgery on Iago's foot. I don't really like the way he's handling that hacksaw... hopefully he gets better by my turn.
Sixth of Sandstone, 338 It begins.
Ninth of Sandstone, 338 Two more today. Then the tantrums have begun as well.
Tenth of Sandstone, 338 It's useless. There are no medical supplies to be found here. No thread, no cloth, no traction benches, no splints... if you are injured here, you're as good as dead.
Thirteenth of Sandstone, 338 Never die the same way twice... it's so boring...
Eight Days Later The Bear Has Had Its Progeny Return To The Town To Drink Our Beer. This Is
Unacceptable. The Bear Must Die Now. I Must Haunt It With My Full Wrath. Bears Are The Servants Of Elves And Evil Itself. They Must Die.
Seventy-Two Hours Later It Has Reached The Town. Our Reckoning Has Come. All Will Perish With A Swipe Of The Claw And Teeth In The Delicate Mortal Flesh.
Four-Sevenths Of A Week Later The Mausoleum Has No Room For Rent Remaining. If You Want Land, You Must Call 1800YOUDEAD. There You Will Recieve The Right To Repurpose Homes As Crypts.
Dictator Of The Trees, 338
Broken Isn't. The Bear Will Fall. Success And Revenge Are Holding Hands
The Fourth Pr
ime Of The Defeated Forest, 338
Life Is Regaining Normalcy For The Mortals. Three Of Them Survived Being Wounded Through Some Miracle: Doctors, Or Luck? I Do Not Know.
The Square Root Of 196 Of A Falling Piece Of Wood, 338
Nerjin Has Destroyed My Phylactery In One Of His Rages. Soon, I Will Disintegrate, Even In Spirit. I Cannot Reincorporate. SomeOne MuSt Rise To Rule Or We Will PeRish.
Three Clock T
wo Digits Three Less One Splinter Descent,
338 hahahaah, kobold ambush. all have bows
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