Diary of Dreamer. Entry 1
As I layed down on the battlefield, blood flowing freely from my wounds, I contemplated on what jappened and why. This seemed like just another raid on a poorly defended minor town. I and my goblin bretheren were more than prepeared for this. We brought several ogres and numerous war beasts. They were hard to train and costly to maintain, but t'was better they be on rhe front lines, charging into arrows than us. At first, battle was going perfectly well. Ogres and beasts easily tore appart towns millitia, and we turbed towards the buildings. Alas, this time, our wictory was not meant to be. A party of greatly skilled adventurers were staying in town that day. Four of them, an elven bowwoman, two swordsmen and a dwarwen hammerer tore through our front like paper. We tried to fight them, but they were too good. I ordered my troops to run, although they didint need much encouragement to do so. Sadly, while that blasted elf was still standing, she wouldn't allow many of my comrades to escape. I charged at her, knowing that single touch of my hand would suficce. First i therw my axe, then my glowe followed. While she easily dodged my axe, the glowe surprised her enough for me to fet close. Sadly, I underesstimated the perception of other adventurers. Instead of naming my charge mad and going into futile pursuit of my former allies, they saw danger in my outstreched hand, and one of swordsmen promptly cut it off. Then the hammerdwarf rushed to me and crushed my ribcage. Foolishly, I tried to repair myself, and take them down. Now, I was little more than a stump. All of my limbs were broken, and my skull was visibly cracked. I didn't have enough energy to regenerate. But then, my salvation came in a form of dwarwen looter. Carelessly, he tried to peel off my mangled iron breasplate. As he was trying to get a better grip, his unprotected hand touched my flesh. Instantly, he died and devouring process began. My flesh fused with his, taking over dwarf's bodily functions. Ten minutes later, as I stood over up on legs that were now mine, I knew that i had to escape quicly, before I met somone who knew previous owner of this flesh. Sadly, taking over a new body did not grant it's memories. After I grabed some clothes scatered about to cover myself, I moved towards a group of dwarwes who seemed to have enough suplies for a long journey.
OOC: Splint, your dwarwes are a bunch of guards who simply decided to make a fortress in the middle of nowhere. How are you going to squeze in migrants into the story?