Sorry for hating on Lenehan, but as I said, Modi hates elves. And also shes very brute force with everything and has a short fuse.
27th of Galena, 253: Confrontation and Trolls in the Dark
A ranger was attacked by a troll today, and the army marched out to attack it. A recruit began to bash him with his crossbow before anyone else arrived, scaring the beast farther into the depths. He passed his fallen comrades corpse, and then fought harder. Then another recruit came and finished the job by twisting his newly gained longsword into the beasts skull. I may have missed out on the action, but I commend the guards for their work. I made my way back upstairs when I saw Lenehan talking to the children again. I went to confront him when I heard him speaking to them about how great elves are. I knew it! I grabbed him and pulled him aside into my new room and had a chat with him. And by chat, I mean I began to hit him with my axe handle several times before I asked him what the hell he thought he was doing. He said that not all elves were evil right away. I asked him to prove it to me. He looked up and said he cannot prove it if my mind was already made up. I kicked him in the stomach and told him I got plenty of time, and he needs to convince me to not kill the elves in the next caravan if there is one. He then began to tell his tale about his goblin raid gone wrong, and the elves took him in and healed him and whatnot. It was almost storybook, but I told him then what I trohught of them and why I thought so.
I had a squad I was really close with during the Elf-Dwarf war and the captain was a good friend of mine, perhaps like a brother, but then again, we were all brothers and sisters when the battle starts. We were assigned to go fight a small camp of them which held no more then twenty elves and their mounts. We were outnumbered, but we were the best of the best. We were armed to the teeth with steel and we attacked them. It turned out twenty elves became two hundred in the matter of minutes, for reinforcements came by at the worst time. They captured us all alive, but wounded, some mortally. They then began it by killing off the captain, my best friend, first, by lopping off his arms and then gutting him like an animal as he was still breathing. And then they... They ATE him... They did this until there was three of us left, and the hate in our hearts was too great. They lectured us on how trees were sacred and how animals are friends, not a food source. Everytime they said that, I spat on them and told them I would skin every last one of them until my captain was avenged. We were kept alive for days without food or water, and they constantly cut us with their knives of wood, and my friend who got more out of line then I got mauled by one of their war-tigers. He lived, but his face was disfigured, and his arm was gone. He died the next day. Then, luck had it that our forces came in the night and attacked the camp. I was freed and my last squadmate and I took our gear back and slaughtered our captors more then the army did themselves. He was killed later by the camp's leader who I killed myself when I split his skull.
And ever since then, I have hated elves, and the reason why I'm here? An elf came in and killed my new squadmate and my captain said let him go when he was caught. I killed my captain and the elf got away still. Lenehan stood silently until he burst out laughing when I finished. I then proceeded to kick the shit outta him, not caring if he was begging for mercy afterwards. Jackal came in and grabbed me before I could kill him, and Lenehan ran off bruised and cursing me with every inch of his soul. He may be a crossbowdwarf and a rebel, but this is MY fortress, and its MY rules, and I will NOT be mocked...
((BTW, Guess whos turn is after mine? Gnorm, I'm going to set up a little story for the transition between turns))