Got attacked by werecavy tonight. A terrifying beast, half man, half guinea pig. Beware his adorable call!
Now I know why I fear the night. Yeah, right. That's all you got?
He proceeded to attack the dwarf that spotted him, an adequate spinner (AKA: expendable). It bit him on the right upper arm, shook him around a bit, then let him go and headed into my fort. I told my melee troops to go kill it. It headed in towards my depot, where a human caravan was just getting ready to leave, so the caravan guards attacked it. A human lasher and the werecavy fell into a trench and were going at each other, mostly missing, but the cavy eventually got a few bites in on the human lasher and shook him around pretty well.
About the time the lasher was giving in to pain, my militia commander showed up wielding a brand new artifact gold hammer, which mostly just bruised the werecavy. I was expecting better from it. He proceed to severely annoy the werecavy for a while, until my other competent soldier showed up, a spearmaster. The spearmaster did his pokey-pokey thing a few times, tearing the monster's guts and making it bleed quite a bit. But it was the hammerdwarf that got the killing blow, "The militia commander bashes the Werecavy in the lower body with his Gathilestrith and the injured part is crushed!" I guess gold is a pretty decent material for a hammer.
Neither the militia commander nor the spearmaster were inured at all. The human lasher is drifting in and out of consciousness. Hopefully he'll recover in time to leave before the next new moon. That just leaves the spinner, who is staggering back to the fort to clean himself. I don't think he realizes that he's now a werecavy, too.
So now I need to figure out what to do with him. This is the first time I've had a dwarf injured by a were and survive. Naturally, I got blessed by such an awesome were creature. I wonder if he'll have cute curly black hair and "spring green" eyes, like the one that attacked? I can just hear the goblins: "Don't attack Hammervalleys, they're defended by a were-<snicker>... a were-cavy! <snort!> Oooh, it's adorable call is just terrifying!"
Well, I guess I should start by building an isolation ward for this guy. Probably right next to the mayoral suites, since they already have magma plumbing installed. The last mayor really loved goblets. So much so that he forbade exporting them, right before the dwarven caravan arrived. The one we were planning on trading lots and lots of ☼rock mugs☼ to. Fortunately, the new mayor that got elected just before we started trading didn't object to exporting the mugs. He did grumble about not having a proper bedroom for a while, but it took time for the last bits of magma to evaporate from it before we could install a new bed.
Keith