Got done with things earlier than expected, so here's the first update. Lots of fun right out of the gate.
From the Journal of Urvad Uristasdûg, Militia Captain Kingdomssabre Expedition Leader16 Galena, 50I volunteered for a promotion today, journal. This morning just after our weapon drill, the general herself stopped by our barracks. She said she was looking for volunteers for a dangerous mission - a posting at the ruins of Kingdomssabre to defend against a goblin incursion, and to escort a scholar during his investigations of the ruin itself. Dangerous is right, and I'm not surprised this is a voluntary assignment, but I couldn't help but see the opportunity. It's my duty to defend Planchamber from attack, no matter where it comes from, but a posting like that is something else. Curse or no the dwarves who went out like that, defeated whatever comes at them, they'd go down in history! They'd be rich! I couldn't resist. I volunteered and my squad, probably thinking the same thing as me, all did too. The rest of the day was a blur of getting our things together, meeting the others of our expedition: a builder called As Tiredbanners, and the scholar Moldath Primeearth. We'd left Planchamber by the end of the day in a horse-drawn cart, and I write this as I ride along in the back. When I wake up, we'll have reached Kingdomssabre.
17 Galena, 50The wagon reached the site near first light, and looking around all I can see is utter chaos. There were pieces of cloth, tools, and other garbage strewn all over the place. Most worrying though, I could see the skeletons of a cat and a few dwarves, all well beyond recognition, sitting on the glacier. Our first order of business was to collect them someplace safer before whatever was stopping them from reanimating before stops working. The hammerdwarves and I went to guard the area while Moldath and As carried the bodies away and the swordsdwarves stayed back - the last thing we needed was three full sized zombies turning into a horde of body parts.
We'd grabbed them all except the cat when we were attacked by two dwarves. These weren't zombies, but I didn't recognize either of them. From their looks I'd say they come from the Rhyming-Occult Palisade. One of them, heavily armed and armored and covered in grisly bone jewelry, was close to the entrance when we spotted him. The other, unarmored and carrying a pickaxe, showed himself when he jumped up on top of one of the abandoned wagons practically right on top of Moldath.
They fought like demons, snarling and yelling more like animals than dwarves, but our numbers were too much for them. Erush, one of the swordsdwarves, chopped Pickaxe's foot off while he was still on the wagon, sending the madman tumbling to the ground. Still he fought, and Erush got his arm torn up pretty badly. While Pickaxe was distracted the other, Rovod, chopped his head off with a heavy downward swing. The speardwarf didn't go down so easily. He reached me first, and whatever madness he suffered from did nothing to dull his skills. I took almost as badly as I gave, in part because of all the beardless lot only Kogsak could muster the courage to help me! Moldath is chiding me now, saying I should rest instead of writing. He's probably right. I'm putting him in charge of things until I can manage myself.
22 Galena, 50I write this lying in bed in one of Kingdomssabre's old dormitories, now that Moldath has finally given my journal back. On either side of me are Erush and Kogsak. They tell me Kogsak got stabbed in the foot by the crazed speardwarf, but I didn't see it myself. Moldath is tending to us as best he can while Vabok stands guard, and As and Urvad haul our supplies inside. We built barricades over the stairwells, both the one inside the fort and the one off to the east. We'll worry about identifying and interring the dead for now, and maybe having Kogsak see if he can't put spines into the other soldiers. We can worry about clearing the rest of the ruin once we're all in fighting shape.