Overseer Laularu Kyrumo, Administrative logsWe are riding for the battlefield in force tonight,
Fury of the darkest evil cry for war
Far beyond the boundaries of hell and starlight,
On the road to lands unknown forever more
Through the caverns far below our quest will lead us,
Onwards through the ice and snow forever more
Standing fighting full of hate the time has come now,
Stand and sound the guns of glory cry for warThere are two things we have in abundance at Mirroredfreezes: Goblins and Useless, jobless fuckwits. We're going to start cleaning house. Purge the gobbos and turn our useless fuckwits into brutish, finely honed tools of war and armageddon. But first, we need to get everyone inside and close the gates, so we can start training everyone.
Okay guys. Just pull the lever and we'll lock the door.
Any minute now.
Guys?
GUYS!?!
So the lever doesn't actually operate the bridge. FUCK.
Go go cage traps I hope! I left the entire 8 man military just out of reach of the goblins, so their numbers should thin out, but... oh dear. Luckily, I only see the one legion--a squad of 15 crossbows, lead by a spearman. One archer and the spearman are caged already, and since I've ordered everyone to stay in the dining room, nobody's going to change out the cage traps and get shanked in the process. Here goes nothing!
God. They just keep shooting the crap out of the one puppy. I've given the command for the dogs to flee the pasture and head for the dining hall, just to hopefully lure the stupid goblins further in. A few got caged, but they're hanging just on the edge of the traps and emptying their quivers into the one dog they have line-of-sight to.
Well. They pretty much destroyed that dog. I don't think I'll be sending in the military proper... we need to kite them, basically. Maybe if I send out useless peasants one at a time, they'll either empty their quivers or just flat-out step forward, and once they hit the cage traps, they're done for.
Let's start with... this guy.
He'd be a wonderful replacement for BP as a trader, if it weren't for the fact that I don't actually give a flying fuck. Let's see... *Pulls out a file folder, thumbs through to Dumat's page, crosses something out and scribbles in "Pincushion" as profession*
God dammit Dumat, you're a terrible pincushion! You didn't even take one bolt, much less cage a goblin! At least you had the sense to move downstairs before you bled out. Purple heart, maybe, if you actually prove to not fuck up totally.
HEY GOBLINS, COME KILL THIS GUY LAYING ON THE GROUND, JUST COME UP AND WHACK HIM IN THE HEAD! NO WE DON'T HAVE ANY CAGE TRAPS WAITING FOR YOU, NONE AT ALL, NONE WHATSOEVER.
All right. Let's send in someone else. Ooh, good time as any to sacrifice a fisherman! Seriously, what pansy of a dwarf eats fish, anyways? That's such an elven dish. Eew. Elf huggers.
Ooh, never mind. I found a "great" Potash maker with no other skills. WELCOME TO THE FUCKING MILITARY, DAKOST!
Oh, shit, and she's even got a baby! Two birds with one stone, I say! Maybe she'll even use the baby as a shield so she can take extra hits and possibly kite some gobbos into a wooden grave!
NOPE. One bolt to the leg, and she passes out. God. Dammit. At least they're not smart enough to just beat her to death with their crossbows, they keep wasting ammo. It'll take twice as much to kill her AND the baby, so maybe I can just waste all their ammo and then send in the real guns to mop up. I don't wanna risk an outright shooting battle, though. We're far too outnumbered. Why do you think I'm going the pincushion route?
Seven pages of "The flying {Copper Bolt} strikes the Pincushion in the BODYPART, doing damage of some kind" later, she finally takes one to the skull. Now they start on the baby. It's even crawling away, trying to escape. Haha. It'll starve to death anyway, with luck.
Baby bled to death. Down to 7 uncaged gobbos, one of which actually went up and around the stairs and is camping behind fortifications now. Haha. Maybe I'll send someone to bludgeon him? Eh. Better not risk it. SEND MORE POTASH MAKERS!