☼Dwarves☼ - Year 5, Summer
In response to the piles of corpses we’ve been finding in the caves, I decide it is time to expand our glorious military now that I have once again taken control back from the foul usurper. Migrants are greeted at the door with piles of weapons and armor, and are drafted into the glorious legions of Kadollisid.
Their tears are ignored as I give them the order to kill everything in the caves, and I begin whistling a tune as they march solemnly down the stairs. Just as the last one leaves, I hear screams from outside, and see a werewolf murder half of the leaving gnome caravan, the rest running away after shooting it down. I can only hope their king understands that it wasn’t my fault the caravan wasn’t protected in our land.
In their haste, the gnomes left behind a mix of the goods we gave them and things we didn’t buy in their wrecked cart, and I quickly have our boys take the stuff inside. Much of it is baubles, but they’ll sell good, and the damned cutthroat gnomes deserve it.
However, as the wounded are dragged upstairs, I am told our victory in the underground is far less glorious.
They only had to kill a Blight Bat and the Antman, Stagabashrolgis. The Blight Bat was killed almost instantly and soon, over twenty soldiers descended on Stagabashrolgis. The ant warrior already had a broken chest, feet and a missing arm, and has so far managed to easily brush off all of our warriors’ attacks, bashing them with his shield as they attempted to drag him down.
It soon becomes very clear that if I continue this, Stagabashrolgis is going to murder 20 Dwarves and I order the retreat. One Dwarf is already dead, and twelve more are lying on the ground, incapacitated. All that’s left of our glorious legion is a mastiff whom Stagabashrolgis is currently curb stomping.
We can’t even recover the wounded or dead for fear of Stagabashrolgis, and we can’t trick him into a trap as he simply sits in his little corner of the cave, waiting for our next strike. I glanced him as I investigate and I am immediately pierced by his cold, calculating, black eyes. The antman knows that we fear him, and I soon back away.
Summer arrives soon after.