21st Granite, continued
After sliding down the drawbridge I turned at looked at Ukat, her eyes merry as she flashed me a thumbs up and pointed at the traps. Looking at where she indicated, I saw what she ment. She had left many of the stones from the previous year lie, unmoved next too several old pressure plates. offset slightly and much better hidden she had placed a whole new set of traps and stones, ready to crush the already suspecting goblins when they moved to avoid the first traps.
Discretely we departed and pulled the lever to Aja and his party to their doom.
22nd Granite
Aja, upon seeing the gate, catiously walked forward. Testing the ground before him with his bow and, when satisfied, turned to his left and kicked the puppy that was chained at the gate.
With a snarl he motioned for the goblins under his command to go forward and approach cautiously.
They. Set. Off. Every.Trap.
The puppy on the south side of the entrance lept forward and tore out the throat of one unconsious goblin, while many of the others bled out from their wounds. Unpreturbed, Aja saw that his men had penetrated further than the his group had last year and walked calmy towards the village.
Bars shot out of the ground, forming a wooden cage around him. His bow knocked aside and useless as the final traps caught this longstanding enemy of our homes.
When we took him in he was muttering something about Zuslorokub. We decided that was a good name to give to the puppy who had killed a goblin wrestler. Apparently the name means Helmcolumns in goblin, so it's fairly appropriate.
As for Aja, I have a few ideas of what to do with him. Mostly ones involving puppies.
25t Granite
Lasiv, after seeing his friend's ambush torn apart by our traps, departed. His group only succeeding at injuring one of the elves' pack animals. Unfortunatly, the creature died of its injuries before reaching our depot and the two merchants chose to depart rather than attempt to trade with us.
Fortunately, that particular animal was carrying a tame wolf in a cage. I've decided to name it fluffy.
7th Slate
Zuslorokub has grown into a stray dog today. Right now we are training him to attack on command at our kennels.
28th Slate
mm, for some reason everyone unanimously voted to change my job title to "Treasurer".
Apparently they feel that me keeping track of so many wooden crafts stolen from the elves was important enough to warrant a name change.
I'm still counting things though, mostly seeds.
14th Hematite
The dogs chased off a kobold today. God riddance. Zuslorokub nearly choked himself in his enthusiasm to get the damn thing, flipping himself end over end as the chain caught his throat.
16th Malachite
My number of children has overtaken Frea's, resulting in yet ANOTHER girl in our little village.
I feel somewhat smug about this, despite the pain.
21st Malachite
Sparrow has begun to move about the camp, talking up a storm. It's hard to imagine that just a year ago she had been a little infant hardly larger than Pete's forearm, what with the way she talks about everything to everyone.
I've been trying to train Feb to carry messages for me recently, but I grow leery of giving him containing any important information. Every time something distracts him, even a loud noise, he jumps nearly a foot into the air and races to hide his face in my dress.
Speaking of which, my clothing is starting to get into rough shape, the cloth so patched and faded that you can hardly tell what the original colors and shapes are. Nobody else's clothing is really much better.. I suppose I'll ask Pete to start making some things for everyone to wear before our cloths begin to rot straight off our bodies.
What a terrible thought.
22nd Malachite
Likot protect, Frea has had yet ANOTHER girl. This brings the demographic for our small outpost to 3 men and 10 women. I suppose Feb will have a wide variety of potential wives... at least.
1st
Pete's clothing is a hit. Although it's quality is none too good, the fact that it's new and clean more them makes up for the flaws in the tunics and shoes he's making.
It's sad to think he only agreed to make clothes until the seven of us had a new set to wear.
7th Limestone
Illiet started walking today. For some reason when she did I felt this quiver of doom strike me, as if the gods had rewrote the universe and then told my brain to be quiet.
13th Timber
"I need coal to make a Tin Sarcophogus, I can't make it Rikkir"
I've really started to hate that line.
At first it started as a joke. Abod mentioned when she looked over my big list o things to do that we would need a lot of coal in order to get that much done.
I told her that she is the one who makes coal, so it is her responsibility to handle it.She retaliated by telling me we were out of coal the first time she ran out.
And the second.
And the third.
I think you get the idea.
Not once in four years have I wanted to throw somebody into the moat quite as much as I've wanted to do so to Abod today.
14th Timber
Well, that is different. This time Abod told me that she needed more tin bars to make sarcophaguses from. In the exact same manner that she had talked about the coal, mind.
I told her that she was the smith of our little group, and she really could just get on smelting more casserite to work with.
That's when she reminded me that we had already smelted all of our casserite.
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