1st Hematite, 204
'twas an oddly calm time at Spearbreakers. Th' days o' late Spring passed idly without incident, until one o' the craftsdorfs - Strazxa I think 'is name was - started actin' all weird , rollin' 'is eyes an' shoutin' all kinds o' nonsense.
'e ran straight fer a Craftysdorf's workshop, kickin' out the previous occupant, an' started runnin' round grabbin' stuff.
As th' inhabitants o' Spearbreakers started t' wander outside again, I noticed they found a lot o' dead migrants there, so I decided our lov'ly Shamrock o' Tombs needed expandin'. I set some miners to the task and had a pair o' Mason's workshoppes start makin' coffins fer tha poor sods.
As if pull'd in by the stench o' death, an Elven caravan show'd up outta tha blue. Got some lov'ly Barbarian blood rain on them, too. Tho' I don' think much o' tha tree lovers, I had Splint an' the mates scrounge up some stinkin' ol' (troll fur sock)s an' what hav' ye. Told Splint ta throw in a few shiny mugs ta sweeten th'deal and bought the pointy-eared buggers' whole invent'y o' booze plus some exotic animals, berries an' such. I hear sun berries make good drinkin'. Not sure what a "sloth bear" is good fer, exactly, but they sound plenty fierce so what the hey... Also giant bushtits (snicker)
an' giant barn owls. Those shoul' tear at least th' Goblin scum a new one.
Hot on th' heels o' tha elves, a bunch o' Goblin ambushes strolled in town. Almost soil'd me pants when the woodcutters started screamin' "An Ambush! Curse them!" at the top o' their lungs; was pretty reliev'd ta see 'twas just the ol' greenskins. Nothin' our militia cannae handle. At 'em, boys!
Before the militia had a go at the greenskins, they did a number on that crazy "trader" guy. Serves 'im right fer not doin' 'is job, I say!
Tholtig, always the go-getter, thought e'd take th' green menace all by 'is lonesome. Turns out, th' greenies still had some fight in 'em, so Tholtig got two broken arms an' a mangled nose an' ear for 'is trouble. 'e lost a lot o' blood, too, and fainted on the spot. The goblins then tried to bash 'is head in fer a pretty long time; thanks ta 'is -iron helm-, they dinnae quite manage to finish 'im off.
The rest o' the ambushers then tried to force their way into the fort proper, but Draignaean an' his mates had a different idea. After all was said an' done, all three o' th' Goblin raiding parties were more or less dead, along with a thief or two. I think it was ézum who pull'd Tholtig's bleedin' ass outta tha proverbial fire an' into a hospital bed.
A pair o' war dogs also bit the big one, but all in all, we beat th' sneaky little bastards with little losses.
Meanwhile, it seems Strazxa found all the crap 'e was lookin' fer an' finished makin' whatever it was 'e was thinkin' ta make...STRAZXA!!!
Of all the things... Why would' e... Ta's... Oh Armok dammit!
Tha's exactly what 'e did; all that precious Adamantine an' e' thinks to go an' make an earring o' the stuff. No shield, no armor, no spear; a bloody earring!
Welp, Splint tells me tha thing is worth 639600 ¤ or whatev'. I dinnae care. Useful things is what I want, not shiny baubles. Oh well, at least it has an inspirin' image on it.
Speakin o' which, I've started buildin' a new archers' tower right near our new entrance. Could prove useful sometime in the future, givin' I get tha Marksdorf trainin' underway sometime soon. After all, we already got some pretty mean-lookin' Spawn bone crossbows...
An' thus ends th' first season o' Spearbreakers und'r me leadership. Not a very eventful one, but knowin' this place, tha's one thing that's gonna change. Spent most o' th' time figurin' out the ins an' outs o' tha place anyhows.
P.S. Draig still strolls 'round like 'e owns the place, just 'cause that dolt of a liaison cannae be bother'd ta speak with 'im. Personally, I think that goblin's arse of a "diplomat" is just too happy ta be dippin' into our booze stocks...
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