Its the 22nd of Galena.
Two demons broke into the fort today, while the masons were instaling the new draw-bridge. The ensuing figth told us we were at a serious disavantage, something met first hand at the head of my battalion. We lost 3 dwarves almost imediatly, wile not doing even a scratch to the enemy, and I was contemplating having the masons wall us in, and dying a hero's death, when the demons suddently looked back at the entrance, as if sensing a force beyond our understanding, and started to walk back to the fort's perimeter, while we just standed there, dumbfounded.
I imediatly called the masons in order to wall-of the fort's entrance for now, at least untill we have a more experienced military, and went to check on what had happened to the demons. The scene in front of the gates, close to one of the glowing pits, was so fantasticaly retarded that I almost puked while lauphing. The demons had been lured out of their figth with us by a DUCK! I have absolutely no idea how that thing got there, but I just sit back and prepared to enjoy the show of that litle plumy thing geting blown apart by the oversized demoniac things. I got more than I wished for.
One of the demons charged the duck wich, somehow, dodged and tried to hit the demon with his leg. The demon managed to jump into the nearby glowing pit to dodge. The last we heard of him were his cries as he fell down the unending hole, semmingly unable to fly anymore... The other used his dust atack and managed to blow the duck to oblivion, but also project himself into a nearby slade slope and get himself cripled.
I got several things to conclude from this.
First: Good thing we sealed out the fort, since a damm duck was able to do more damage to 2 demons than our 14 soldiers, including myself.
Second: We sould use those ducks we have "stored" for some scouting work...
Third: I hate
most demons. I still like those steamy things we killed before, their remains are great as blankets!
The aftermat of the batle:
We lost 3 soldiers in the melle department. All recruits, and better yet, one was that anoying pissant Krosan, the one always whyning in the dinning hall about how wrong our justice sistem was, that we couldent arrest animals. However, another damm pissant soldier started calling himself Krosan. I think we may be dealing with a unknow retardeness disease here...
Also, there seemed to be some side-effects from that dust atack the demons had...
Damm things hitch like hell, dint seem to go away either, fuck's sake...
Also, it appears all the engravers were busy pissing their asses of in laugher and forgot to engrave pictures of the duck figth. I had them throwed into the duck pit for 1 hour as punishment, when they came back they coulden't even speak, good for them.
In other news, it seems there was a mass of goblin ambushes during the time I was on the hell fort, all were either killed or taken into the cages. More meat for the arena. Also, the human caravan was killed by one of the squads, whatever.
The arena is almost complete, the initial part atleast. I ordered the placement of the first of the spike traps, the first goblin prisioners and the other furniture. The time is soon to come, were the grounds of the arena will get their first drops of blood...