This entry seems to have been written with a shaky hand...
Overseer's Log: 13th Galena
My worst fears have been realized. The goblin menace has come for our fortress. I have faith in our mechanist's and the traps they have built, but I fear what may happen in any case.
Their force is at least ten strong, including a Giant toad, and we cannot win in a direct confrontation. Our own military is small and inexperienced, and goblins are vicious.
I have recalled all the citizens inside, and I am ready to order the bridge raised. May Id keep us safe.
Overseer's Log: 4th Limestone
The siege was driven back. For now. They will return, and in greater numbers. I am certain. We have six prisoners. I have yet to decide their fate.
The bridge was a disaster. It seems my instruction was erroneous, and the bridge raised in the wrong direction. We had no time to build additional walls to stop the invaders. I did what I had to. I summoned our militia. Not a single one was harmed by goblinkind.
Yet, we lost a comrade nonetheless. Dutchling, I am sad to report, was lost to thirst. He steadfastly held his ground against the goblins, even as he withered away.
To those who claim that Rinsewind is a hole where cowards and fools are dumped: I spit on you. This Dwarf defended these lands, even as he was dying. I shall never be able to meet his measure. I have taken his place as woodburner, and have commissioned a tomb for him.
When this year comes to an end, I shall take up his sword. I will serve Rinsewind in place of him, unfitting to the task though I am. Even though it may one day mean my death.
OOC: Omigod Dutchling, I AM SO SORRY. I don't understand how it could even have happened, we have, now, after the battle, 401 units of booze. I don't know how you died of thirst. I'm sorry.