Spring 262
Another tick of the clock and a new calendar gets hung on the walls. The dwarves celebrate the event with beer.
This fortress is old man...
Hey I was saving that fox for modding you summummabitch!
Gods dammit! Now what am I gonna do? Trade with elves for more animals? Ack!
We don't take kindly to non dwarves around here...well, except for humans, cuz theyre pretty beardly....but these elves and goblins are not welcome here!!!
They sure do like to try and get in though....
Another goblin horde assaults us this year. Having kept the fortress sealed, Urist knew there were no dwarves out in the fields. She ordered non military dwarves inside, then the Empress decided to have a little fun and opened the gates.
In rushed the gobbos...
A few beak dogs and goblins were caged immediately. The rest were peppered with bolts from above. The goblins returned fire, but our dwares were invinci-
Hey wait....what?
Nightwing took a goblin bolt to the throat! He clamored away from the walls, but collapsed before he could reach a bed and medical attention. He died there on that rooftop, in front of his squad.
Enraged, the dwarves sought revenge on the green skins!
Drowning in iron bolts and their own blood, the goblins frantically set everything ablaze.
The carnage was glorious.
When the battle was over, the dwarves had time to mourn their loss amid the smoke and gore.
Farewell Nightwing. You will surely be missed in the next battle.