Overseer's Log
The miners finished mining out the adamantine - or should I say miner, because the only miner to actually show up to the dig site was Onul Kolsazir. We now have 118 more adamantine boulders, and the miners trust me more on matters of adamantine. They feel like if I was going to breach hell and flood the fort with demons, I would have done so already.
A vile force of darkness has arrived! Four squads of melee goblins led by unmounted weaponlords. Among those are two elite ranged goblins. There are also two squads of trolls. The only person outside is a potter carrying her baby, so I order her back inside and lock the doors.
The macegoblin squad comes toward the gates first, led by an elite crossbowman. I remember to open the trap bridges in time. The leader opens fire on someone's chicken outside. I check the doors again to make sure they are locked, and they are. It must have been out there to begin with. The leader steps on one of our traps, but jumps away before it can hurt him. Then, like an idiot, he steps back on, then jumps into the drop pit. He lands on the new floors I had installed - great! He breaks his hand. The traps shred a few more macegoblins, and one goblin's leg flies onto the balcony above the cage traps.
A second squad of lashers comes in, led by a spearmaster. The hammerer gives birth to a girl. I hear dwarven shouts from outside - it seems a weaver was out hunting, and was caught off guard by some trolls. It's too late for her. Luckily, she has no relatives to console, but she was a great weaver that arrived in the last migrant wave. The elite crossbowman is caught in a cage trap. We really need to find something to do with these captives. The lasher squad passes the entrance by, apparent heading for the weaver's body. There are already two squads of goblins and a squad of trolls there.
Meanwhile, the second squad of trolls comes for the entrance. The first one wades through many traps, the blades shredding his flesh and bone, until he finally passes out from pain. More trolls follow and die while the first one still hangs on by a thread. He dies as more trolls futilely hurl themselves onto the traps, only to be torn to bits. Upon seeing this, the macegoblin squad decides to retreat, leaderless.
Now, all four remaining squads are gathered around the weaver's corpse. We may not have beaten the siege, but we're safe for now. Vlad mandates some quivers, I order them made.