User talk:Kalon/Meshring, 193

Spring, 193

8th Granite, 193. With everyone safe inside, I ordered the outer bridges to be lowered. The goblin crossbows instantly turned our war creatures in to porcupines. Despite the losses, the ruse worked, luring the goblins in to the cage traps that were set up, however most disturbingly was the fact that a third squad of TROLLS has stormed on to the battlefield. I need to prepare the militia for a frontal assault...

15th Felsite, 193. The militia charged the goblins and slew most of them. A few injuries, some serious, but the majority of the goblin menace has been slaughtered. While this is good news, troubling reports have been sent from below: The Forgotten Beast Sarek has come! A towering hair pterosaur. It has a pair of knobby antennae and it has a gaunt appearance. Beware its noxious secretions!

19th Felsite, 193. The siege is broken, the last of the elk birds falling to good marksdwarfship. We will retreat to evaluate injuries and prepare for the coming elven caravan. Filthy tree huggers. Hopefully the battlefield with hewn body parts, blood everywhere and many, many caged goblins will serve as a reminder of the might of the dwarven empire!

Summer, 193

1st Hematite, 193. Those pointy-eared little pricks never showed up. During the siege, we ate through our reserves of food, and drank most of the booze. I have ordered emergency plant gathering to bolster supplies and hopefully we can make it through this summer. The elves shall pay.

22nd Hematite, 193. I have started the twin projects of "freeing up some cages" and "getting a little battle training in for the militia" by pitting the captives from the siege. I have also ordered the windmills repaired, our forges, although not wanting for it, are without a constant replenished source of magma. In other news, Zuntir Akrlulkezt, a stonecrafter, has been working furiously on a creation. He emerged after many weeks labouring to present us with Numstigaz Evud Olthez, "Windyrasped the Monk of Sorcery", a phyllite figurine of dwarves. The dwarves are labouring. The artwork relates to the founding of Meshring by The Ceiling of Scratches of The Hammer of Jungles in the early spring 187. It is encrusted in blue garnet, decorated with horse bone, and turkey leather and encircled with bands of phyllite, lead and blood thorn. This object is adorned with hanging rings of shell opan and menaces with spikes of phyllite and blue garnet. With a new \Legendary stonecrafter in our midst, I may have to turn to these artisans for the creation of wealth. Our fame needs to be re-established.

3rd Galena, 193. We have been harried by a procession of Magma Crabs, rising from the scalding depths to cause devestating mischief. The latest assault saw the militia roused from rest to dispatch them but a lucky blast from the molten basalt struck three of the militia. Although the dispatched the chitinous abomination, the wounds caused by the flying stone failed to fully cauterise. The screams still haunt my memories as we lost Zon Mosusreg to excess blood loss from their previous wounds torn open in the assault, Oddom Lorbamnomal Fokash List to a fresh cut torn open by a piece of spinning basalt and Ber Obulegem to a flesh wound exacerbated by exertion. Our militia is down to a paltry four members - a marksdwarf and three swordsdwarves, and we mourn those that are lost. Additional recruits will need to be drafted, and I fear the anger of those forced to serve such a hollow place. We may be rich with mineral wealth, but our multitudinous tragedies sap at our strength.

12th Galena, 193. Ingish Ususthimeh has been ropeable of late - enduring the death of his friends, placed on to long patrol duty - and finally snapped. A huge tantrum was the result - items thrown everywhere and a fist fight with another marksdwarf in his squad ended with no injuries. He's calmed down now, with his beard quivering in anticipation of... something.

14th Galena, 193. A human caravan from Dur Rodi has arrived, hopefully we can trade for some supplies and animals. We have been without meat since the siege, and if I have to eat one more egg... So help me Armok...

18th Galena, 193. Those filthy humans brough a solitary chicken, a single (male) rabbit and a pair of what can only be assumes is infertile female ducks. May their large-bodied "civilization" rot in hell. I will but their metal bars and booze solely for variety and will dupe them with a single trinket encrusted with gems. Their sloping brows and clean chins deserve nothing but ridicule.