From the journal of Atír Emgashdatan
Long live Lotoloslan! I was recently given the honor of leading our military. Henceforce we shall be known as The Gloved Bands. Our supplies are meager, but we should have enough crossbows to arm half a dozen of our finest warriors.
Right now it’s a squad of one, but it shouldn’t be more than a few days before I can handpick a solid crew, and—what’s that? An invasion, you say? … The same Bini Puderigu that singlehandedly chewed through the corpses of a hundred dwarves in the year 396? OH SHIT I GOTTA G—
