From the Journal of Urist McDuck, Seer of Ardentdikes:It is as bad now as it was during the darkest days of the Plague.
Things seemed to be going well -- we recovered Greater Ardentdikes, and many more dwarves came from the mountainhomes. Our numbers, devastated by the Plague, grew large once again. Our hearts were filled with hope.
Alas, when I foresaw the monster's coming, I knew it would not last.
When Tiquo Ranebeso Mirdingtequil, a great two-headed beast, appeared on the horizon, a legion of conscripts was sent forth against her. I counseled against it, but my term as overseer was over, and the losses I predicted were deemed acceptable.
The beast tore through our draftees, literally tossing them aside like dolls. She was eventually borne down by sheer weight of numbers, but our losses were grievous. The misery in the fortress quickly turned to anger. Taking up the cause of Justice, I tried to use my "gift" to determine who the future troublemakers would be, and stop them before they could do much harm.
By the laws of our land, I am no doubt a great criminal
but future-crime is uncharted legal territory.
Alas, the unrest was too much to be quelled by a single dwarf. I called for an evacuation of those dwarves still of sound mind, but none of them wanted to leave so soon after our return. I tried to warn them about the impending invasion, but they seemed convinced that if the goblins came, they wouldn't be able to get passed the trapped entrance.
I don't think they anticipated that the goblins would come in such great numbers that they would clog our traps with their dead, or that they would bring great trolls out of the hills to smash aside our doors.
In the end, only my beloved Deduk was willing to flee with me before it was too late.
As for the other dwarves of Ardentdikes...
As far as we know, we are the only dwarves left in Ardentdikes (though it may be that TaeQuebb still lives in his sanctum). Huddled in Lesser Ardentdikes, we try to keep from despair. We have jokingly named me the Mayor of Ardentdikes,
and granted me the countless riches that are my due.
Deduk, for her part, has taken the title of Chief Medical Dwarf, because she did her best to care for my injuries.
But the situation outside is grim. The goblins sent a great army against us, attacking from many directions.
Trolls occupy the fortress, destroying all that we worked so hard to build.
Their fate, at least, is sealed. But it is small consolation in the face of so much misery.
Edit: Improved wording