Journal of Mitch, 27th of Moonstone
I saw a Spawn in the flesh today, while carving out fortifications. And it saw me. Its' eyes peered into my soul. The saliva covering its maw glimmered in the sun, and in the flash of light I saw horrible things. An army of Holistic, rising from silt, seething with foul energies that poison the sky. Our fortress under a black sun, raining blood up to our ankles. Great bone claws clashing with iron, steel and stone. The death of hundreds in a matter of days, screaming of both dwarven and not.
I dropped my chisel and ran, of course. So did others, who wont speak of what they saw. Maybe they did not see anything? If I were in Frogs' shoes, I would have called us, 'Dipshit dissident elves' instead of 'morons and cowards'. But he didn't see the Spawn, nor did he see a vision.
I've been doing some asking around, and they seem to be able to withstand terrible blows. Even missing limbs, they appear to be able to hop using only the projection of their jaws. The overseers sought spears to counter them; but for what use are piercing their organs, of which spears are so proficient, when they can live without them? Nay, blunt weapons are the way to victory. Nothing can move with a shattered spine.
Methinks we need to build a proper defence, but they simply crush weapon-traps beneath their feet of bone. Perhaps we should breach the caverns, and Armok willing, capture a giant cave spider to tie them down on top of rows and rows of masterwork blunt rock weaponry?
PS. Heard a lot of mention about 'manamaids'. I don't know what the hell that is, but I get the feeling I don't want to.