Two dwarves come, bards of a distant tribe who sought to spread their musical forms to the world. They bring ill-tidings.
A massive horde of goblins and those raised by them have declared that subjugated menfolk must be destroyed! This army calls itself The Dread of Singing, and the beards who lie slain in a garbage pond were warriors of the horde. (I'm at full war with the goblins! Woot!)
A group of other men arrive at an opportune time. Among them is a crippled but feared warrior who slew many giant monsters, by the name of Vica. She and another warrior reform War Party Ram. Even with a crutch, she will be a valuable addition for her knowledge. On is also granted a range, that he may train in shame alone with his bow, and meditate o his failings as a War Leader.
The warriors must begin training fully, that they may best the next assault. In honor of this, a bone breastplate and warrior mask have been bestowed upon the war cheif, while Vica has received a bone mask and axe.
A slew of warriors and wandering artists arrived and packed the tiny tavern. The Innman now considers requesting the lumbermen clear an area for him to build a new inn. Especially considering the horde of performers that decided to take up residence. Perhaps some of the warriors will decide to stay (and hopefully die in place of Ambers.)
EDIT: Terror! A Giant Cave Spider sets upon the tribe! Fortunately three warriors were on hand, and headed it off before it was able to reach the main part of the cavehome. All three suffered wounds, but none suffered more than Leto the clubman, who also slew the monster.
He will never walk unaided by crutch again.
EDIt II: With a little cheating to get a needed tool, I present The Struggle of Gogol the Woodcrafter.
Trapped. Drew the short stick, sent to retrieve a slain troll for disposal.
The hatch was locked after an echoing chirp of a martin rang through the cave. He saw the beast thrice, and escaped each time. He fled down the passage into the further deeps, whilst the martin slew mole dogs. Three hunks of birch awaits him, left collecting webs by a building crew some time ago. He sets to work; he would not let the beast claim him.
First he fashioned a hatchet, once he tested a log's edge against the top of a red fungus tree. Second, he finished the crude stairwell. Third, he sealed the path up with a large log of strange yellow fungus. Now, he looks for edibles. The cave water will provide him with hydration. Once food is found, a small home for himself, as he is likely condemned to this place until his death.
That death will be far from now if Gogol can help it.
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