Well, quite a bit has happened, so I think I should write the next journal entry for Nil.
So, I've become a permanent part of the militia, which so far has consisted of dealing with the creatures of the deep, which by all means, are and is incredibly dangerous. Our first threat was a group of Magma Crabs that pinned down Tosid. Maskwolf, Mebzuth, and I reached the scene and laid into the creatures; hammers are pretty effective I must say, since they completely crushed the monsters. By the time we managed to kill most of them, Tosid and Mebzuth had been hit by the molten rock the creatures spewed in self-defense, the fat and patches of skin boiling and bleeding out on the floor; even Maskwolf got hit, though indirectly. I was the only who made it through unscathed. We got them to the hospital and had them bandaged up, both surviving against the odds, especially Tosid who looked near dead! Those things can melt Dwarves' faces off, and that sort of happened to Tosid, since part of the fat on her face melted off. It'll take a while before they recover from the blood loss, but they'll be okay. Maskwolf, however simply shrugged it off. I have no clue how even he could even do that.
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Well, some Trogolytes were causing trouble underground, but we managed to strike them down easily enough. No casualties or injuries to speak of. Migrants arrived shortly after, 8 of them. Some have been drafted and are picking out weapons and grabbing targes and one's working on our food. Not much else interesting.
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Unfortunately, some Giant Olms (or so we thought) were running amok in the caverns, making noise and banging on things; I and several others were called on and sent out to stop them: Maskwolf, Uvash, Sazir, and Minkot, our commander. We began to bring down the first creature while Minkot fended off the second. I was able to quickly bring it down with a swing to the leg, so that we could collectively pound its head inward. Turns out the olms were actually ogres, and their heads are a good bit sturdier than they look. When we finished, we saw that Minkot had been knocked out by the ogre bearing down on her. We rushed to our friend's aid, bringing an end to another foul creature. As far as Minkot, we'll need to wait and see. Sazir is taking her to the nearest bed now.
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The "doctor" says Minkot's fine. Her leg was fractured, but the bone was set and is on the mend. She's already walking with a crutch, but a single broken bone can knock out an ogre the size of three dwarves, that has to be torture and she didn't pass out until we were already running to help her.
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A Troll showed up, but it was easily dispatched by Minkot, Sazir, and Udil, who struck the final blow. I'm surprised worse hasn't come from the caverns...
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And so thanks to my big mouth, I record one of the great tragedies of our home. Udil is dead. A cave crawler ambushed her in the caverns, she didn't stand a chance. No one would. Mebzuth avenged her, but to retrieve the body is too dangerous at the moment. Burial chambers are being dug. We will miss her.
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Curses! The bugbears have returned! We rushed into our barracks and grabbed our arms as quickly as possible, Maskwolf and I switching hammers by mistake, but that didn't matter. What mattered was defending ourselves. By the time we reached the battle, blood and guts were spread over the ground. I found Uvash locked in combat with a spear bear who stabbed his hand, disarming him. I ran forth, knocked him off his feet, and swung a second time. I felt the vibrations on the haft of my hammer as a portion of his head caved in with a definitive crack, fear etched into his dying face. Killing a Magma Crab and a sentient being are two very different things... But it was us or them.
Just then, I noticed that Uvash had engaged a swordsbear and was now having it attempt to cut off his legs, luckily failing to do so. He was too far to reach in time, so I did the first thing I could think of and threw my hammer. The bugbear fell to the ground, stunned with a clear dent in his head, helmet and all, allowing Atesh to kill it. By the time I retrieved my hammer, the fight was over.
I dragged Uvash to the hospital. I don't know what possessed him to suicidally charge forward, but he was lucky enough to not bleed out there. He'll likely need a crutch for the rest of his life, but he could have died right there anyway. He didn't need to aid the process! Still, better to haul a wounded body to rest in bed than a dead one to eternal rest in a coffin.
