A dwarf's diary. A Warsword Conquest AAR

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A Dwarf's diary
Life and battles of a dwarf in the Warhammer world

I have recently started playing the Warsword Conquest mod, and, what can I say, I love it. So I decided to write an AAR following the adventures of a dwarf that aims high.

Please note that while I intend to write this as a diary written by the aforementioned dwarf, Thorgrimm Sigratsson, I may sometimes shift the POV or start narrating something in a completely different style, to spice things up. Diary entries will be the main body of the text, and the rest of it will be signaled like this:

Diary entry
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Narration from other POV
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Continuation of the entry

Also please note that English isn't my native language, so odd constructions or words may pop up. Feel free to point them out.
As a last note, this AAR will be (if it's permitted) curse heavy, since it fits dwarven spirit. If it's against the rules, tell me and I'll edit out every single instance of cursing. And yes, I read the rules, but it only stated to keep things respectful towards other browser and not to abuse offensive cursing, but I feel that since 1) the cursing will be primarily directed towards in-game, fictional characters, and 2) it's almost a must for the character I've thought up, those rules don't really apply. As always, just tell me if I'm wrong.

And, with that said, let the story begin!
 
Plufzgeit,23, year 2522.

Thrice damned diary. I feel stupid writing to a diary. I guess everyone that starts writing a diary does, but damn.

I got the idea to have a diary from when I met a human in the inn back in my home village. I had always wanted to go out on an adventure, you know, typical youngling stuff, if it wasn't because by the time I decided to do so I was well into my seventies. I packed up, waved my pa and my ma goodbye and went to Karak Kadrin
I started working as a sniper in the palace of the High King, Thorgrim Grudgebearer. And let me tell you, it wasn't a bad job. Decent pay, not much work, and promotion opportunities aplenty. Plus it made me pretty decent with an arquebus, believe me.
But I just wasn't cut for that. I wanted more for my life, to rule my own destiny. And one day, after a decade of service to my king, I requested to be relieved of duty, and as I left the palace, I heard the words of the human bard, spoken so long ago:

"Well, then you have two options: hire a bard, or write a diary. Would be a pity that your adventures would go to the gutter just because anyone wasn't writing when you go on them."

Damn right it would be a pity. I bought you, and this ink and this quill. Quite pricey, you are.

I was a free dwarf, at last. I could do whatever I wanted... Except I didn't know what to do, and my savings from service would get me through so much. I asked for some jobs around town, where a butcher told me to bring some game, and that I could keep the hides. Easy enough, ain't it? I left town and the moment I could no longer see the walls, a bunch of goblins jumped on me and knocked me out cold. I managed to take one down, but another nine remained. I woke up tied and robbed of everything I had had: my armor, my helmet, my pistol and my arquebus. Oh Gods, my arquebus, my dear, cust[a spot of watered down ink makes this spot illegible. The handwriting is more irregular, too]ade, highly modified arquebus, worth a decent farm.

I managed to escape when the bandits were near Fort Oberstyre, in the Empire, only being able to pick my pistol and my axe on my way out. I was weakened and wounded, but I managed to drag myself back to Karak Kadrin somehow. My arquebus. I rested a bit, with almost no money in me to pay for the most miserable of inns for a month. I was furious. Those greenskins had to die, quickly and gruesomely. My arquebus. I managed to convince some thugs of helping me deal with them. We set out, us eight, barely armed with some picks and hammers, to get my revenge on the damned goblins

Long story short, we didn't find the group that had robbed me. We did find a more numerous group of bandits that attacked us, capturing one of us and killing two more, and leaving us without food to boot. I didn't have any more money, and my damned companions deserted.

I was broke, hungry, and without any way to make money. No escape from that situation. Or so I thought until I saw lord Yorri, a minor noble, striding out of Kazak Kadrin with his army, the hundreds of them. It was like a torch had lit itself in my mind. I approached Yorri and asked to join his army.

I am back on the army, as lowly goon, but I am here. Things can only go better.

Thorgrimm Sigratsson
 
Sigmarzeit 1, 2522
Godsdamned diary.
We have fought a small undead warband that was roaming the country side nearby Gutrot, one of the big cities of those big greenskins. It was my first fight with the undead, them having never dared to siege the High King's palace.

Everything went smoothly at first. Lord Yorri assembled his troops in a shieldwall and starting advancing towards the skeletons, that were charging downhill. I ventured too far from the line, and got ran over by one of the undead horsemen.

**** hurt, a lot. I dragged myself back to the line, and I saw the horseman hurtling to the ground as his mount was killed by a bullet. With rage burning in my heart, I launched myself towards the skeleton, that was barely standing up, and crushed his head with two swift blows, showering the ground with bone shards. A shriek escaped the body, sending a chill down my spine. 

I rejoined the line just as the on foot warriors of the undead clashed with the tightly packed dwarven lines. I was too far to the left to actually fight them, so I, once more, charged ahead of my allies towards the archers that were peppering the melee with arrows, killing one in the very same manner I had dealt with the horseman, and then engaging in a melee with another one that managed to keep me busy until one of those Slayers charged forward, swinging his axe. The skeleton didn't last much more.

I managed to get my hands on a cracked bow and some arrows before having to rejoin the army. They'll fetch a decent price when we enter a city.

Also lord Yorri has told us our next objective: an orc caravan. The warriors cheered, their hopes high with the promise of some good loot to come. I hope I get some of that, too.
Thorgrimm Sigratsson

Sigmarzeit 3, 2522
Stupid diary.

We caught up with the or caravan as it tried to pass by the valley south of Gutrot, and another dwarven lord joined us.

The battle went pretty much like the previous one, and I got ran over again. I managed to kill the bastard, though. After that, the joint dwarven forces made quick work of the caravan's escorts, and we got our hands on some loot. Not much, but decent enough.

I have to stop getting ran over though, I think I might have sprained my right ankle. I'll pay a visit to the medics at the camp.
Thorgrimm Sigratsson
 
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