The Ashlanders have come for us. Thankfully they met not dwarves, but their own fellow elves in battle, and the sylvan elves showed their nomad cousins no mercy. Singing arrows tore through the air from the caravan guards, knocking down three of the ashland bladedancers while one found himself decapitated with a swipe of a great hunter's spear.
A leopard recently bought from the drow met its end, as it joined the elves in battle before being properly trained for battle, being lopped in half by an ashlander while to bit and clawed the leg of another. Shasad heard the clash and grabbed her sword, ready to face these impertinent nomads as well, and when she exited the gneiss walls of The bastion, she took advantage of the enemy leader's distraction, and removed his head from his body, saving the elf he was dueling from a surely gruesome fate as well. She was awarded the title of The Slothful Zenith by the elves for killing the enemy commander, likely being called slothful for her slow arrival to the battle compared to their own warriors. When one claimed his spear would have no trouble dealing with her, Shasad removed his arm bearing the weapon before punching him in the head hard enough to fracture his skull. The sylvan speardancer fnished the uppity ashlander off with a swift decapitation. Another demanded she show her face and called her a bearded freak which she seemed to take offense to because her response was to bowl him over and cut off both his shins. Not sure if it was for the implication of her looking like a man or for the lack of a beard, as a dwarf woman has right to be offended by either one.
The battle ended quickly after that, with the literal rolling of heads and the ashlanders laying in pools of their own blood and vomit. The took a doe dewbeetle nymph and the leopard with them, the former of which greatly upset Shedim riddlegravle, who has a love of the insects. Shasad has decided that she will take on several broodlings, as will the other dwarf she leads, and arm them with the plunder of the battle. While she is a formidable warrior, she is no Tholtig Cryptbrain and can't hope to hold the horde of ashlanders back alone, and while the ashlander weapons may be of questionable materials, they hold an edge better than the silver and copper they have available, as they've no master weaponsmiths to make the masterworks one would need to counter them.
Warlocks also struck not too long before, but they met with virtually no success, only managing to be used as impromptu projectiles and trap clutter, their spells of rot and pain having no effect on the horrifying iron visage that bore down upon them as they tried to flee, and their staves failed to so much as dent its metal skin. Armok will be pleased by offerings of their remains.