Knifestabbed (I love the RNG), 1st of Felsite, 1055.
There was an Elven Caravan today, normally the strange, knife eared folk are welcome to trade, but this time they brought stragglers.
A Goblin ambush party, 7 macemen led by the axeman Snamoz Seducedbitches.
They appear to the northwest, almost as if a mirage out of the desert sands. The blacksmith Mabzuth Copperwhisper is the one to spot them, while out gathering wood. Unfortunately, she is unable to escape, getting bashed in the guts, then the upper body, and finally in the head.
An alert is issued, the dwarves are all ordered inside. Our search for suitable ore to be used in making armour and weapons has proven fruitless, so our warriors are not equipped to handle this task. Once everyone is inside the gate is raised, and many animals are left outside to die. It is an unfortunate fate, but the gate could not be held down any longer. The search for ore continues below, while the laughs of the goblins "playing" with the animals, mixed with loud shrieks, reverberates through the entrance and into the fortress.
We cannot get out, and they cannot get in, for now. The militia are keen to engage them, underequipped as they are, believing their superior wrestling skills will see them through. I am not so confident.
This is the Sherriff and Expedition Leader of the Mountainous Bodices, Datan Onslaughtrooms, pray this is not the last letter to be delivered from our outpost.