2nd Limestone, 1052
Thief! Someone shoot the taffer!
...Or not. Let him bugger off, I guess.
11th Limestone, 1052
Dwarvern caravan has arrived! I hope they like microline crowns, because they're not getting much else.
19th Limestone, 1052
More Migrants. Yay, more non-working mouths to feed!
27th Limestone, 1052
Behold! My wonderous army of semi-trained Dralthas!
...
I wish we had caught something more menacing.
22nd Sandstone
OH
SHIT
Okay! So apparently, a GIANT SPIDER FROM HELL decided to clamber up our heavily fortified stairs. Nekoexmachina, who happened to be watching at the time, took the brunt of the spiders onslaught. While he put of a good fight, thrashing and screaming, in the end, he just got his throat torn out. As I shook my head in shame, and wrote down another order for a stone coffin, I heard a horrible screetch. Neko decided to shrug of the piercing of, let's say, three arteries, and proceeded to TEAR OUT each one of the spiders eyes, screaming from both his mouth and throat at the same time while doing so. He then proceeded to go to the dining room and get a drink.
It's okay, It's not like I wanted to sleep tonight anyway.
8th Timber, 1052
Hey, remember how I was terrified of that Ogre a few months back?
Yeah, screw that.
Almost as if it was like water, flowing down a stone, Sut, Guardian of the Pit slithered up the stone staircase with the speed of a flying bolt. Immediaetly, she seized a nearby woodcutter, Salmeuk, and leaps upon him, wrestling him to the ground. He thrashed and fought, but with vicious efficiency, she began breaking his limbs one by one with her thin wings. His screams echoed through the halls, but she showed no mercy. The one final strike that tore off his head was not a graceful once.
A farmer stood there watching in horror, unable to run, unable to even blink. As the great beast turned to him, he fell to his knees, feeling hopeless against the odds. As the viper dropped her previous prey's head, and slithered over to him, he felt a surge of anger course through his veins, and with a shout, he jumped from his crouched stanced, and charged Sut. Unfortunately, the beast simply caught him by the leg, and proceeded to tear his leg off too.
It was at this point that the militia arrived, but as I was soon to see, they didn't help out too much.
Bolt after bolt rained down on Sut, but nothing seems to stop it. She tore through everyone like simple sheets of fabric. That one stoneworker that smiled at me today, as she crafted what she didn't know would be her last works. Gone in an instant, torn in half.
Drokels, the neurotic manager, who insisted that all the numbers *had* to be done correctly. How will he write now when he has no hands?
And many others, who I can't even name, who all looked the same as blood spewed forth from them.
Until he showed up.
Running without sound, and screaming without noise, the farmer Erush, enraged by the death of his comrades jumps into the air, and with a piroutte, lands a solid kick into the beast's eye, causing to explode in gore.
It would have a joyous moment too, if only the beast hadn't have turned it's head, and snapped of his feet in the next seconds.
We didn't even get the honor of delivering the fatal blow. It died of blood loss, after killing ten dwarves.
And even now, as the halls grow quiet, with only the sounds of dripping blood to accompany the silence, we can still hear the screams echoing in our minds.
I'm in a world of shit.
(OOC)
I thought you guys were kidding about the knee deep in forgotten beasts thing! Oh well. Congrats to Masked Hunter and Nekoexmachina for being the two named dwarves that got involved in the fray and lived. I would have taken more pictures, but the battle was literally a one sided brawl, with a a snake standing (sitting?) on a pile of bodies. It wasn't really picture material, as they were too clustered together, not to mention dead.