Another siege came, and this time it was handled much better. Hold together as a squad, funnel them in, and slaughter them mercilessly.
Then the dragon Amayi Ranofawara iroinira arrives! They can live to be 1000's of years old and crap. it's even blinking, which I take to mean it has some legendary skills. Oh crap. Wait, I want to capture a dragon! I can do this!
I order my military to pull back behind the couple of cages. Yeah, I put the "move here" order too close to the wall, and a couple of speardwarves rush around to the other side of the wall. They (of course) see teh dragon, and I fully expect them to toss around while they struggle to get a decent hit on the beast. Then before anything else happens, the dragon is dead. Dead.
and on this day, 24th of Hematite, 296, the Spearmaster Tosid Roofhollows "the Bronze Skins of the Void" quickly dispatch one of the more fearsome creatures in the world.
For those who like a dramatized and battle-report informed story:
Tosid, the dwarf, turns around the corner of the white-stone wall. Any looking at him would know of his ferocity. He isn't veyr tall, but he has incredible muscles, apparent even through the heavy robe and steel armor beneath. Two braids of tan-grey hair fall behidn his helmet, his eyes of bright purple (heliotrope, to be exact), and his movements are smooth.
In his left hand he holds the spear he named Flankchills the Mighty Banner, finely-crafted steel and encircled with bands of silver. In his right, he holds a steel sheild named Oilytheaters teh Defective Attack of Crucifixions. Any sane beast would fall from this dwarf in shear terror.
But the beast to see him isn't sane, and isn't impressed. This dwarf seems small to the gigantic dragon before him, Amayi Ranofawara iroinira (Amayi Wealthfortunes the Parched Fire). This is a gigantic beast known for magic and the ability to breath fire, who's been alive likely since the dawn of time.
The dragon charges, while Tosid wispers under his breath "Don't fail me now, Flankchills". He jumps to the side and stabs his spear into the dragon's lower body, stabbing the pancreas, where it lodges firmly.
The beast flails and charges again, knocking over the master speardwarf, who holds up Oiltheaters as dragonfire engulfs the entire area.
Tosid's grabs and yanks his spear out, and lunges it at the closest thing he can - Amayi's foot, where a lound crack is heard as bone is chipped and tendons are torn. Amayi falls over in pain, landing so hard that dirt is thrown into the air. The rist of Tosid's squad just now rounds the corner, just in time to see the epic conclusion.
Tosid leaps onto the dragons head and stabs his spear two-handed into the dragons head, tearing the spine and making the dragon go limp. He pulls it out and stabs again, this time going through the the brain and to the other side. The dragon... is slain.
Tosid, over a hundred and three years old, is now my crowning legend. He's going to retire now, and see if I can spread those awesome genes around before he dies of old age.
Yay. Not much else. I expanded the walls some more, moved the trade depot, and I'm slowly training children to be warriors as they grow up, but nothing worth telling quite yet.