Helmsthrone, Early Autumn, 316.
Phew. That was... intense.
Ninth autumn began as usual, with a siege from the goblin civ The Bad Curses. This time it seemed they might be already scraping the bottom of the invader barrel as only 35 unarmed and unarmored Human Recruits appeared. No challenge for the weapon lords then, they could simply walk over the confused humans while they frantically tried to dodge crossbow fire from the ramparts. Just as the siege broke, reports came up that a Cave Crocodile was mauling web collectors down in the first cavern.
The militia squads rushed downstairs, and while they were chasing the errant reptile and her friends, a new alert was sounded. Momuz, a web-spewing rock pterodactyl was approaching the entrance in the second cavern, and for some reason all the fort's valuable metalsmiths and craftsdwarves had just decided to have a picnic down there. There was no choice but to throw the marksdwarves at the beast to delay it, possibly sacrificing all of them.
To everyone's surprise the monster was defeated with a single shot. Edëm Cavecrewed, the militia captain, winged it with a bronze bolt right when it was flying over a magma pipe; the beast plunged right in, was incinerated and disappeared in the magma flow. Edëm didn't even get a confimed kill from her shot.
While the situation in both caverns had finally been resolved and the militia members were making their way back up, something odd was happening in the surface. A passing mercenary was getting the snot kicked out of him by seemingly empty air. This could mean only only thing: a werebeast attack... and it was happening way too near to the area where dozens of dwarves were busy hauling goblinite from the siege. No rest for the militia, then; once more they were ordered into defensive positions.
Just when the defenders got back to surface, the mysterious presence revealed itself as Zolak Tickshorrors, a werewombat. Luckily it had stopped to busy itself with some war dogs instead of plunging right into the massed ranks of haulers right next to it. Militia stepped in just as the last dog was ripped to shreds and gave the werebeast a good ol' Helmsthrone welcome.
Battle with the werewombat had only just begun when yet another warning was sent: Ettin Ete had appeared at the border. This time things were different: all soldiers were already at the surface and nicely warmed up from all the fighting. They finished up with the werebeast and jogged leisurely to repel the two-headed brute, cutting it down with practiced ease. All in a day's work, no dwarves lost, no injuries or infections. Finally the heroes could get a hot meal and some sleep.
Lessons learned: Helmsthrone definitely needs to get more militia squads. One melee and one marksdwarf squad might not be enough when the game decides again to throw everything at the fort all at the same time.
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