Entry #8 - Attack
23rd of Granite, 1070
Huh what? What's going on? I was just awakened from my long slumber by one of our recruits. Apparently he has grown attached to his leather hood and given it a name.
Stupid fool. Regardless, the idiot has gotten me thinking. I've devised a plan for our future. There are preparations to be made, i must make haste.
24th of Granite, 1070
First order of business is the execution of our prisoners. Our marksdwarves will act as a shooting commando group. The elves are our enemies, but they are still soldiers and thus they deserve to die a soldier's death.
5th of Slate, 1070
Joyous day! Tonight we celebrate as we have been declared a country by the mountainhome.
22nd of Slate, 1070
I have an idea, yes, marvelous, it'll be just so. And i think ill use...yes...yes...just like that. Yes...yes...it's marvelous! YES!!!
12th of Felsite, 1070
At last! My great project is completed! Behold, forged by my hands, in Armok's blood and name, Morusgongith, The Uncommon Squid! A weapon that knows no equals. The heavens sing of it's glory. Armok himself has breathed life into it.
However my moment of glory is truly just a moment. Shrieks of terror ring through the air. Tostra Athot the Forgotten Beast has come and is plagueing our fortress! The time is ripe. Months of planning, it all comes down to this. Tonight is the night. Tonight we will not run. Tonight we will not fall. Tonight, we fight! For we are dwarves! Armok himself has hewn us from the stone of the mountain. Our foes are many any they are mighty, but we are DWARVES! We will not act as cowards, we will not die without a fight, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED! Let every child of every race on every continent usher our name in awe. We are the dwarves of Scrubbedcreams. And if we will die tonight, then let's make tonight a night to remember. Let us be vicious, let us be fearless, let us be swift, let us be powerful, let us be feared. Let it be known that we will not go down quietly. Our foes will tremble at our battle cries. They will quiver at the sight of our army. They will fear our blades and they will know the true horror that is a dwarf's relentless rage. Dwarves, hear me. Tonight we will go face to face, claw to axe with creatures even the Gods would fear. And if they smother us in their venomous vapors we will strike them down from afar. And if they blind us, we will lunge our blade into them and drain them of the blood that gives them life. And if they tear off our arms, we will rip open their chests with our maws. WE ARE DWARVES! They may be large, they may be powerful, but WE are MANY! If we die tonight the let us make it a battle that will always be remembered. Let us raise hell, and let armok's blood rain down upon them. Their blood may be poisonous, but ours runs with Armok's fury. Let our blood paint the walls and let them quiver at our name. WE ARE THE DWARVES OF SCRUBBEDCREAMS! TONIGHT, WE FIGHT! TONIGHT, WE TEAR DOWN THE WALL! For Scrubbedcreams, for our children, for our forefathers, for our futures, for the mountain home, for the dwarven race, and FOR ARMOK! DWARVES OF SCRUBBEDCREAMS, TAKE A STAND! FIGHT, AS ONLY DWARVES CAN! FIGHT UNTIL THE LAST MAN! FIGHT WITHOUT REGRET! FIGHT, UNLEASH YOUR RAGE! Armok is watching!
END OF ENTRY #8