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Quartermaster's Report:
I have offered our spare axe, and a pair of crude copper daggers taken off the kobald corpses. In return we acquired some, rope, a leather bag and some additional meat and fish jerkies to help suppliment our supplies. with luck we should be able to find something of greater value to trade with Stakud and his fellows next time they're in the area.
Stakud was overjoyed to hear that the rumours of a new resistance camp were true, and promised to point any refugees with the will to fight, or the desire to help us towards our little encampment.
Minor incident involving Sgt Kia, as she both commented rather loudly on the lack of Maces with the traders, and had to be pried off a rather fine suit of steel plate, menacing with spikes of Giant Mole bone. While truely a masterful example of the craft, we lacked the funds to buy even the straps on it. I have requested smithy turn out a suit of iron plate and some maces.
-- Alath Geshudumam, Quartermaster
I have offered our spare axe, and a pair of crude copper daggers taken off the kobald corpses. In return we acquired some, rope, a leather bag and some additional meat and fish jerkies to help suppliment our supplies. with luck we should be able to find something of greater value to trade with Stakud and his fellows next time they're in the area.
Stakud was overjoyed to hear that the rumours of a new resistance camp were true, and promised to point any refugees with the will to fight, or the desire to help us towards our little encampment.
Minor incident involving Sgt Kia, as she both commented rather loudly on the lack of Maces with the traders, and had to be pried off a rather fine suit of steel plate, menacing with spikes of Giant Mole bone. While truely a masterful example of the craft, we lacked the funds to buy even the straps on it. I have requested smithy turn out a suit of iron plate and some maces.
-- Alath Geshudumam, Quartermaster
10th Limestone
Summer has come and gone and it looks like our apartments should be done in time for winter. "Smithy" has been hard at work at the temporary forge creating armour and weapons from the supplies of metal we brought with us. Now that myself and Sgt. Kia have been equipped we'll be able to begin training the core of our new army.
- Commander Udib
21st Limestone
Kobalds! We've spotted two of the filthy creatures lurking about the woods near our encampment... Spies for the elves? Well it does not matter, Cookie was cutting down the elf-cursed trees in the area, and Smithy was aiding him, turns out kobalds don't react well to getting hacked in two or getting into a grappling match with a practiced blacksmith. Just wait until they run into properly trained military dwarves
-Commander Udib
25th Limestone
Rovod just came wandering back out of the woods today, his latest dead mountain goat flung over his shoulders.
"So boss" he said, the blood from the fresh kill still dripping down the front of his leathers.
"What should we do about them?"
Following his gestures, I looked to see four dwarves, leading beasts of burden, laiden with goods. Clearly more who wish to join our cause, brining all their worldly posessions with them! I will be headed down to greet them shortly!
- Commander Udib
25th Limestone
"We welcome you! Soldiers of the Resistance!" Cried the Udib to me, as he and Kia, his earstwhile seargent came dashing to the small square we'd been using as a meeting place. They both looked quite a mess, their armour and swords looking hastily donned, and Udib frantically trying to pick bits of goat jerky out of his beard.
"Um sir... I don't think that" I blurted
"WELCOME!" Udib bellowed "Alath, you MUST see about getting these fellows some proper billets, and see that those animals of theirs are tied up by the river, they must be half exausted after so long!"
"Sir?" I chimed in
"That's a good man Alath, get right on that while I look them over... Wait a moment, why is Dodok loading all those furs you tanned onto their animals? YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO STEAL OUR GOODS AND DEFECT TO THE ELVES?!!?"
"SIR!" I insisted. "These aren't traitors OR soldiers for the cause, they're merchants!"
"Merch... ants?" muttered Udib
"Do they have any maces?" Asked Kia, leaning out from behind him.
Why did I ever decide to be a quartermaster? Should have gone into the fortress guard, at least then I could be having a nice nap in some elf's digestive tract..
Armok save us..
- Alath Geshuduman, quartermaster.
Summer has come and gone and it looks like our apartments should be done in time for winter. "Smithy" has been hard at work at the temporary forge creating armour and weapons from the supplies of metal we brought with us. Now that myself and Sgt. Kia have been equipped we'll be able to begin training the core of our new army.
- Commander Udib
21st Limestone
Kobalds! We've spotted two of the filthy creatures lurking about the woods near our encampment... Spies for the elves? Well it does not matter, Cookie was cutting down the elf-cursed trees in the area, and Smithy was aiding him, turns out kobalds don't react well to getting hacked in two or getting into a grappling match with a practiced blacksmith. Just wait until they run into properly trained military dwarves
-Commander Udib
25th Limestone
Rovod just came wandering back out of the woods today, his latest dead mountain goat flung over his shoulders.
"So boss" he said, the blood from the fresh kill still dripping down the front of his leathers.
"What should we do about them?"
Following his gestures, I looked to see four dwarves, leading beasts of burden, laiden with goods. Clearly more who wish to join our cause, brining all their worldly posessions with them! I will be headed down to greet them shortly!
- Commander Udib
25th Limestone
"We welcome you! Soldiers of the Resistance!" Cried the Udib to me, as he and Kia, his earstwhile seargent came dashing to the small square we'd been using as a meeting place. They both looked quite a mess, their armour and swords looking hastily donned, and Udib frantically trying to pick bits of goat jerky out of his beard.
"Um sir... I don't think that" I blurted
"WELCOME!" Udib bellowed "Alath, you MUST see about getting these fellows some proper billets, and see that those animals of theirs are tied up by the river, they must be half exausted after so long!"
"Sir?" I chimed in
"That's a good man Alath, get right on that while I look them over... Wait a moment, why is Dodok loading all those furs you tanned onto their animals? YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO STEAL OUR GOODS AND DEFECT TO THE ELVES?!!?"
"SIR!" I insisted. "These aren't traitors OR soldiers for the cause, they're merchants!"
"Merch... ants?" muttered Udib
"Do they have any maces?" Asked Kia, leaning out from behind him.
Why did I ever decide to be a quartermaster? Should have gone into the fortress guard, at least then I could be having a nice nap in some elf's digestive tract..
Armok save us..
- Alath Geshuduman, quartermaster.
22nd of Slate 2001
Spring is nearly halfway through, and it is more than time I begin these records properly
My name is Udib Degelliar, and I am one of the few soldiers that survived the destruction of our mountain homes.
After all these years, after skulking in the human lands taking what work I could find, making what friends I could, I have returned to the Imperial Forest. For better or for worse, myself and my friends are ready to take whatever the elves want to throw at us. This time there will be no retreat, only death, or glory.
Spring has been good to us for far, our hunter Rovod has been moving though the forest and the rocky slopes bringing back many mountain goats and marmots to be butchered and added to our stockpiles, while myself, swordsdwarf Kia, Cookie, and Smithy have begun work on a fine apartment building out of wooden logs.
Some may accuse us of being undwarflike, but it is my hopes that for every tree we strike down and bend to our will, the foul spirits the elves worship will feel their pain and be weakened. Oh yes, I know that to defeat these elves, first we must defeat their forests.
Once we have homes to shelter ourselves within, it will be time to begin training... The elves will feel the point of dwarven sword and axe soon enough... yes... soon...
Commander Udib Degelliar, Military commander of The Freedoom of Trees.
Spring is nearly halfway through, and it is more than time I begin these records properly
My name is Udib Degelliar, and I am one of the few soldiers that survived the destruction of our mountain homes.
After all these years, after skulking in the human lands taking what work I could find, making what friends I could, I have returned to the Imperial Forest. For better or for worse, myself and my friends are ready to take whatever the elves want to throw at us. This time there will be no retreat, only death, or glory.
Spring has been good to us for far, our hunter Rovod has been moving though the forest and the rocky slopes bringing back many mountain goats and marmots to be butchered and added to our stockpiles, while myself, swordsdwarf Kia, Cookie, and Smithy have begun work on a fine apartment building out of wooden logs.
Some may accuse us of being undwarflike, but it is my hopes that for every tree we strike down and bend to our will, the foul spirits the elves worship will feel their pain and be weakened. Oh yes, I know that to defeat these elves, first we must defeat their forests.
Once we have homes to shelter ourselves within, it will be time to begin training... The elves will feel the point of dwarven sword and axe soon enough... yes... soon...
Commander Udib Degelliar, Military commander of The Freedoom of Trees.
We should have seen it coming...
The Imperial Forest, such an apt name really, for in there, the seeds of elven domination grew.
They called themselves Rayathizepave, The Dominant Tundra. and for elves, they had stones. Denying my people The Praised Manor access to the forests we so badly needed, denying the Men of The Wondrous Council access to those same forest. War was inevitable really.
Damned tree loving monsters fought, and died, and we took their forest retreats under our our watchful eyes. The wealth of lumber fueling the forges of the mountainhomes. All the while the border skirmishes between them and the humans kept then from bringing their full might upon us. Life was good.
Then, in the year 122, that all changed.
Ameli Fireyberries, elven warrior king, demon of the imperial forest, came to power. and four short years later, it was all over, he had reconquered every gain we had made, he had shattered the mountain halls, and he had scattered our people to the wind.
But we are not gone...
The Imperial Forest, such an apt name really, for in there, the seeds of elven domination grew.
They called themselves Rayathizepave, The Dominant Tundra. and for elves, they had stones. Denying my people The Praised Manor access to the forests we so badly needed, denying the Men of The Wondrous Council access to those same forest. War was inevitable really.
Damned tree loving monsters fought, and died, and we took their forest retreats under our our watchful eyes. The wealth of lumber fueling the forges of the mountainhomes. All the while the border skirmishes between them and the humans kept then from bringing their full might upon us. Life was good.
Then, in the year 122, that all changed.
Ameli Fireyberries, elven warrior king, demon of the imperial forest, came to power. and four short years later, it was all over, he had reconquered every gain we had made, he had shattered the mountain halls, and he had scattered our people to the wind.
But we are not gone...
