Journal of Warchief Navatar, Warcamp BurstScourgeLate Summer, 125With the elves lying dead on the field the next to useless Snaga run with glee onto the field of battle to poke at the corpses of the elves, giving them a little additional tenderisation before tonight’s feast of elf steak. They then threw away the lovely bows that our craftsorc had made and looted the elven bows as I watched. 4 great bows, 2 composite and 5 recurve bows, all made of mithril.
12th Galena, Late Summer, 125Glugburz Duumbaghor has claimed a metalsmith forge and stolen a bar bloodsteel and some cloth. Sequestered away he has been hammering and rubbing himself and doing who knows what in there…
16th Galena, Late Summer, 125Curses, the enemy is upon us, Human Imperials. I guess they really didn’t like us burning their villages and stealing their secret plans. The loot of the battle with the elves still lies on the field awaiting collection and the newly commissioned guard tower has not yet been finished. Sound the alarm and withdraw to the palisades.
Scouts report 17 hostiles, 15 Maceguard and a Bowguard riding a fearsome great bull. They begin their approach and then stop… and set up a campfire. Apparently these fearsome warriors are her for a bit of a picnic.
Glugburz cries in triumph, hoisting Urguurubpushmat, a bloodsteel scimitar. Why thankyou Glugburz, how did you know that’s what I wanted? It will match my shield quite nicely.
Now about those humans, it is time for a sortie. The archers were sent in first, with the plate clad swords, spears and axes following. The pair of druids decided to tag along and toss clay at the humans. The battle was short and bloody, I managed to only cut down a single foe with my new blade. Omega got a scalp, as did Deep Blue. Urb ‘Torturous Hatchet of Bogs’ was the true hero today, cutting down four of the steel clad humans. 11 of the 16 humans left their corpses behind. A few cuts and bruises was the cost of battle, nothing that the shamans can’t deal with.
While we were busy with the battle, the orc traders set up shop. They had little of interest, but we acquired some plants to make booze to sell to the raiders for coin. All it cost us was a few bits of bone artwork made from the corpses of the fallen, a nice renewable resource.
Autumn, 125The warband has become organised and things are progressing smoothly. The raids on the dwarves have continued and we have begun stockpiling metal. The raids managed to capture a dwarven slave, who has been put to work in the mines collecting ores and usable stone to fuel the war machines. The trio of boat builders have been hard at work and have led raids on the surrounding area capturing many goblin and kobold workers who have been shackled and put to work.
The dormitory keep has been completed and work progresses on the second floor to house a new dining hall. A storage basement has been dug in readiness of stocking with food and drink.
Raids on the ancient ruins went well, capturing the resources requested by the demanding druids. Hopefully they will just shut up now and go back to flinging clay at each other and looking after the drooling Uruk’s broken brain.
Sandstone, Mid-Autumn, 125The Ancient Foundry is built and the druids have their Ivy Whip things. The masons have almost finished the Temple of the Spire, only have one of the alters left to build. Sha’De finally got himself his chainaxe, a masterwork quality welded mithril one no less.
11 more orcs joined the Horde today. Only a single Uruk was of note, the three Snaga’s hurried out of my way on arrival. I don’t know why, its been many a year since I wrenched a Snaga’s head off in anger. Still, with the additional labour it is time to start the task which was the reason I agreed to be the warleader of this horde – the building of my own tower. A modest five story tower should suffice and there should be enough time to complete it and furnish it, while not neglecting the primary goals of killing pointy-eared freaks and raiding!
Oddly enough the drooling Uruk has decided to get out of bed and attend training sessions. That leaves only some weakling Snaga Archer in the hospital, who can die for all I care.
Late-Autumn, 125Things are going well, surprisingly well. The drow raiders have returned with an unexpected bounty – A sorcerers codex.
To celebrate, we are letting the last dreamwalker take the ritual to become a sorcerer.
The first raid returns from plundering the hated enemy, the pointy eared freaks returning with a secret blueprint and a steel assassin codex.
16th Timber, Late-Autumn, 125Caravans have arrived from the Chaos Dwarves, the Goblins and the Homeland. Little time has been spent on creating tradegoods, but we will see what they have. Apparently not much we can afford. Trading with the homeland for some breeding stock and some blueprints we bid them farewell. There is little they can provide that we cannot raid for.
With the stock of bones almost out, Sha’De gets sent out to hunt the flock of emus to test out his new chain axe.
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