Entry 5Another ambush.
Kukuryku had just recovered from the wounds he'd gotten from the first ambush. He got out of bed and went to the river to get a drink of water, that's when they popped out and attacked. Thankfully he managed to hold them off until the militia arrived, they managed to kill the ambushers but not before we lost four dwarves of our own.
Yug was one of them. He didn't even get to lose an eye before he died.
The miners dug out a proper hospital. One with a well so that we won't have to go outside to drink water if we ever have to.
Morale is low, the military is weak and untrained and we're running low on booze.
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Kukuryku recovered with amazing speed! I just saw him working at the still only a couple of days after his injuries. He's becoming a mass of scar tissue but he's shaken off his injuries as if they're nothing! I've decided to cheer him up by trying to fullfill his mandate; buying chickens (no, really)
Also one of our masons went fey and made the most beautiful quern I have ever seen in my life!
This might be the boost in morale we need!
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Migrants have arrived! Our military is back to it's original strength only now they all have their own suit of armor. That's right, they don't have to share anymore.
One of the new migrants introduced himself as Uthric. He's... odd.
"I AM UTHRIC, DUNGEON MASTER! HEAR MY COMMANDS!"
"Alright, shoot."
"MY FIRST COMMAND: ALL DWARVES SHALL BE GUARDED BY TWO HOUNDS OF WAR SO-"
"No dogs here."
"Wait, what? No dogs?"
"Well, we had one, but he got killed in an ambush. Sorry, I'll see what I can do when the next caravan comes along."
"Oh, ehm. Well then. HEAR MY SECOND COMMAND! WE SHALL CARVE OUT A LABYRINTH THAT SHALL TRAP ANY AND ALL INVADERS. SO THAT THEY SHALL BE LOST FOR ALL-"
"Let me stop you there. You'd rather see your enemies getting lost on the way to the fight than actually fight them? What are you, an elf!?"
"Well, I guess if you put it like that... HEAR MY THIRD COMMAND!"
"Wow, you really like commanding, don't you?"
"WE SHALL BUILD AN ARENA IN WHICH WE SHALL SPILL THE BLOOD OF OUR ENEMIES! THE GODS THEMSELVES SHALL SPECTATE THE GLORY OF-"
"Now that I can do"
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"AMBUSH!"
I smiled. This time we'd win. Gar placed traps all over the place, there were no dwarves outside and we had a fully equipped military. If they made it past the traps we could cut them to ribbons in no time! Surely we'd-
"SIEGE! THEY'RE DARK STRANGLERS!"
Now this could be a problem. We had a layer of traps, but it was thin. If the ambushers set them all off the siege could simply pass through. Dark stranglers were mostly wrestlers, though. They couldn't do much agains-
"AMBUSH!"
This confused me. "We know!" I shouted back to whoever it is that announces these things, "You just said so!"
"This is a different one! They just attacked one of our horses!"
I cursed. Two ambushes and a siege!? Was there a scheduling conflict or something? This was getting way too dangerous to-
"SIEGE!"
"WE KNOW!"
"DIFFERENT ONE! THESE ARE BEAK WOLF HUNTERS!"
Two sieges! What have I done to deserve-
"AMBUSH!"
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