First siege hit clashdagger, killed half my military, and all of the traders and their guards from the mountain home. Perhaps my first 2D fortress in over a year shouldn't have been a "no marksdwarves" fort... Oh well, frees up some of the armour, and my steel plate suits are almost done, so the next batch of soldiers should fare better. On the plus side, one of the surviors is now an axe lord and if his hand ever heals from that stray bolt he tried to catch he'll be leading my military for a bit and the rest of the survivors skilled up a fair bit from the fight.
Unfortunately, there is a wave of unhappyness right now, as some of those killed were husbands, wives, and parents to other dwarves in the fortress. So far it seems one good meal is neough for most of them to get over it, the ones who are clinging to their bad mood seems to be the wounded, who have nothing to do but wait for the rest to get food and water for them. Only one person went crazy from the mess, a trapper with one leg, and an injured left first finger, who went berserk and the hammerdwarf next to him in the barracks woke up, splattered him on a wall, then promptly got a snack, before the trapper even left the bed he was in.
These unicorns are getting really obnoxious, I knew they would add some challenge to the fort but they have more kills than the goblins, and the chasm, cave river, and magma creatures combined. They stream in from the woods, and get slaughtered, but one good shot with that horn and my dwarf bleeds or suffocates shortly after. They even claimed my fortress's first axe lord - the axelord took about 12 of the damnable things down with him but one got lucky and pierced his heart before his axe cut it to bits. for creatures that are thought to be peaceful, the ones living near clashdagger are very aggressive - so much so that they even run up to my gates to maul the peasents going out to haul wood!
The elves are, unsurprisingly, fond of them, it seems, and took offense to my offer of a unicorn totem encrusted in diamonds and studded with silver. Those damned pointy ears are getting uneasy with how little of the local forests are left near the fortress, I feel their hatred of us rising with each spring, I'm not sure how long this facade of friendship will last, but I'm damn sure when it ends our axes will settle the matter quickly.