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-Missive to the Sacks of Muscle on the War of Salts
The Turquoise Shield shall never yield, THE SALT MUST FLOW FROM THESE WASTES TO THE WORLD OVER.
The demon general Arstruk has come leading the third siege this year. Stilled Hames is still reeling corpses of the last attacks. Workers are struggling with the mass of refuse, terrified of the next necromancer attack. Suddenly, War Cave Dragons approach and corner the few brave men stationed outside to guard the clean up. Surprised and outnumbered, the men of The Organized Ropes hammer the beasts. The demon, ordering his army with hast, charges forth, spewing noxious fumes.
This deadly dust, which blinded and put foes to sleep, was our salvation. With luck, the enemy army was asleep, drugged and helpless. Not knowing how much time we had left, Countess Aban mandated the conscription every able bodied individual, armed them with whatever I had lying around, and sallied forth. Hammers and spears, crushed and skewered the skulls of the dazed enemies. Giant beasts reared up and gored the unlucky. A wall of dwarven flesh descend upon the goblins. The Demon Lord dismounted his cave crawler and proceeded to strike down valiant mortals. Volleys of bolts and arrows exchanged sides. Bronze met iron, steel met copper, and flesh met flesh. But through sheer fortune, a lone speardorf was seized by the General. This was no conscript, no slag, BUT LIKOT "THE WAR OF GROUNDING" the demon lord had chose the wrong victim. Likot thrust his shaft into the throat of the Demon, black blood came gushing forth. Wails were heard throughout these wastes and the few surviving goblins fled in terror to let the world know THESE SALTS ARE DWARVEN!
Year 311
-Bomrek Alathmelbil
Chief Smith and commander of the Rearguard