Autumn + WinterI expected goblins, and at first that's what I thought I saw
A band of unusually stunted and poorly dressed human bandits, sent by goblins I am sure, arrived to besiege us.
A trivial raising of the bridge kept them at bay, and we kept watch from the tower.
Suddenly blood and limbs were flying to and fro, and screams filled my ears
it seems a werellama was trying to sneak in as these humans arrived, but decided the would be just as tasty.
In a fight that left several humans dead and a few crippled for life they finally managed to kill it.
the survivors seemed intent on continuing the siege and stayed for a few weeks
until half of them transformed, that cleared them out pretty quick.
The constant shortage of wood (and resulting shortage of beds) forces us to breach the as yet unsafe part of the caverns. I joined the freshly drafted troops as we opened the bridge and stepped out into the unknown
As if by reflex I turn and loose a bolt from my crossbow
Crundles! I will take my revenge for my lost childhood pet guineacock, bomrek, which was unfortunately eaten during one of our adventures into the caves.
I
buried him threw him in the refuse stockpile with my own hands, and that's when I first decided to take up a crossbow and hunt crundles.
Of course I was only 8 at the time and had to wait another four years, but still, look at me now, the crundles
fear MEsoon enough the redecoration of cavern walls with crundle blood is complete and all entrances are sealed off.
I get a very disturbing report. No corpse to be found (unless you count the first one), cause of death unknown, but somehow someone sent the message to me that he's "dead"
Apparently even the dead die here.
More convicts arrive, a disturbing number of children among them, I think juvenille delinquency must be on the rise in the mountainhomes.
also disturbing, the number of dwarves choosing to have children in this hellhole. 11 children were born this year alone.
I have decided that being in charge isn't for me, I would rather hone my skills and hunt wild beasts than organize an unruly mob of ungrateful criminals, so I shove a half engraved slab of instructions on some dwarf in the dining room and say "you're overseer now"
job well done!
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