Frogwarrior's Journal
Well, we had a bit of a goblin problem here at Screampacks. I splashed some goblin blood on the page to commemorate the occasion.
Turned out to be a good thing we had Amalgam and 100killer9 doing patrols around the perimeter. They ran smack into the middle of a goblin ambush. Goblins! As if we didn't have problems enough without them coming in here to steal our riches or whatever. And, as luck would have it, they were quite dangerously armed. Crossbows and bows en masse. They were lucky to make it away without a scratch.
Anyway, we tried our currently only mode of defense, namely, everybody ran into the inn. Most of the goblins circled around to the front doors, where our currently only archer in commission rained down death while the entire village charged at them. Trained soldiers first of course.

Even with them in front, I still got a broken paw. Linda was worse off; her leg looks like it's in pretty bad shape. So she'll be out of commission for quite a while. That Overcat fellow says he's willing to step up and take over her duties, which is good, but unfortunately he didn't fare too well either - he got a nasty hit that pierced one of his lungs, and is now prone to fainting spells. Not an asset in the kitchen, I'm sorry to say. Other than that, one warrior died of his head injuries, and another suffered a broken leg.
The goblins were a wee bit crafty this time around, though. One of the bowmen must have seen one of the citizens heading into Torture's shop to head to the inn through the underground passage, and followed. Torture surprised him right as he marched into the food storeroom after the main battle, and the nearby civilians made short work of him. Another tried to march right into Natalie's hut while she was resting, but she'd sensibly locked the door as soon as trouble loomed. Finding the door barred, he turned around just in time to see 100killer9 before she tore his head off.
So everything was fine, we were cleaning up and burying our dead, getting back to work, when a woodcutter who headed off to work on the east wall ran smack into another group of goblins. Again with bows. Well, Amalgam and 100killer9 were on their way there, but this brave cat decided she wasn't going to go down easy, and set about them with hatchet. Did a neat spot of damage for such a crude weapon, until the real warriors arrived. The goblins were fleeing by this point, not wanting the same fate as their predecessors. Most of them made it.
So now we have to pick up the pieces. I'm in no shape to do the digging, as it hurts to walk, so I might hand my trowel to that Lapchase fellow for the time being. If Bengali can communicate where he's supposed to dig, that is. None too bright, that one.
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