Clobbermountains; Surface Report; End of summer
Human traders arrived on the eastern boarder. Greater spawn descend from the skies en masse and start tearing into them. Little further attention was merited.
Banshee siege on the western and northern boarders. The group on the western boarder arrived a little further south then our migrant wave did. Furtherer south enough to be seen by the three greater spawn that ours avoided. Soilfragrance, Beautylost the Fateful Hate, and Hobletufted endure quite a bruising from the banshees and screech way more then any banshees themselves.
More interestingly is the Greater Spawns' historically accurate proclivity for brutal clothing-based beatings. Soilfragrance is beating banshees with a *phantom spider silk robe* while Beautylost the Fragrance of Hate swings a phantom spider left glove. The humans are suffering the wrath of Gnarledhate the High Leader and his deadly large black bear leather loincloth, Mucousfever wielding a -rope reed fiber left mitten-, Noblehobble and his rope reed fiber sock, Gallpuzzles the Snail of Froths has a cave spider silk cap, Snailsilt the Ashen Larva has a phantom spider silk tunic, Ghoullambs the Gland of Sucking has a large rope reed fiber sock, Umbralphantoms has a phantom spider silk shoe, Strapwhispers the Plain Hero has a giant cave spider silk hood, Herohells the Shadows of Sucking has a deer leather left glove, Romancetumours the Little Demon of Cats questionably wields a single pig tail fiber thread, there's Shaftpelts the Gnarled Brain who is somehow fighting using 5 prepared helmet snake brains, and the soon to be Named Greater Spawn dual-wielding a large rope reed fiber sock and a large spotted wobbegong leather something.
Ambushes and thieves arrive up top for extended beatings, some turn due to spawnitis it seems but the greater spawn don't respect their lesser and just keep on beating and killing.
The top was ignored until Autumn. Painfully slow wall and waterfall progress down below while collecting dead constantly. Can't get anyone to make those damn wooden shields.
When I checked back on the surface there was a glimmer of hope for fortunate future arrivals amidst a field of screams.
So many tooths.
...could I be dorfed?...
Will do. Not much time left in my year. Near doom, dumb luck and pointless heroism coming up.