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[Sarvesh Mossbeard]

Listast crawled back to Sarvesh, her lover (In-game they are!), her second toe broken, dust covering her face...
"Honey! What happened?! I heard a loud noise!"

Listast raised her hand, took a deep breath, then answered... "A cave-in. I was lucky. Others not so. Solon was crushed instantly. Dead in an instant. And oh god Sarvesh, if you seen DiesHorribly.."
...
"Dies Horribly?"
"Olon DiesHorribly. The Soap Maker. You made fun of his name last year when he moved in. His skull smashed up. He still lives, only barely, his guts, ribs, head, and right hand heavily wounded. He bled all the way to the hospital. We're not sure he's gonna make it.
"Thats a horrible way to go. Allright. Here's what we gonna do. We'll bury Solon, engrave the crypt, have a funeral. Dumat should take care of Dieshorribly, he's in good hand. I'll replace Solon as a miner until we get new migrants. Continue digging up the ramp, but be careful, I don't want a repeat."
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<Sarvesh> "Hey oh, seems Olon had a pet dog. Anyone wants it?"
<Thunderbeard> "Oooh me! Me! Me!"
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((I forgot to rename soapmaker. done now.))

[Sarvesh Mossbeard]

*THWACK!*
"AAAAAAAAAAAAIE!"
"Hahaha!"
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"Sarvesh, two more goblins snatcher got caught in our traps."
"Again? How many do we have now?"
"Five. One was chased away by Tikot, apparently it got past our traps."
"Where is it now?"
"Fell into a cage trap on its way back."
"Allright, lets go reload them traps then."
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"Hey Tikot... do you see what I'm seeing?"
"You mean Rakust gathering wood?"
"No. I mean those goblins in the distance. Looks like an ambush coming."
"I don't see... oh wait there they are. Run Rakust! Run!"
"I'mma go fetch Thunderbeard. This is going to be great."
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They were five macesman, one lasher. They had hoped to find and kill a hapless civilian wandering in the woods above.
What they found was one charging axedwarf, wearing a silver breastplate and missing a hand, murder in his eyes.
They didn't run. Why would they? They were six against one, wearing iron against a single dwarf. Missing a hand.
They couldn't run. He was too fast. He ran with the speed of a jaguar, down in the snowy hills that hid his home.
They did scream, when the lasher was killed, taken down in a swift blow.
They saw their death, and knew nothing they could do would save them.
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"Raaaaaah! Blood and scrumpets for Armok!!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaIIIIE!!"

[Sarvesh Mossbeard]

"Blood and Scrumpets, Thunderbeard?"
"First thing that came in mind, Sarvesh."
"So, what the hell are scrumpets?"
"Biscotti."
"Those are called crumpets, Thunderbeard."
"Oh. Oooh. Mine still sounds better."
"So anyway, the goblins, they left us with a nice load of iron armor. That'll be very useful."
"You better with bronze! Stronger!"
"But iron can be smelted into Steel, Thunderbeard."
"Right."
"So about goblins..."
"We got lucky. It was only a small ambush, and they were pretty much untrained. Its no wonder I've slaughtered them."

"Whats the worst case scenario?"
"Being unprepared. They will come back, with more goblins. Stronger goblins. Better goblins. And marksmans. We need a stronger military."
"If I put you in charge of the military..."
"Am I not already?"
"Let me finish."
"I want you to select and train fellow dwarves in the way of arms. Then appoint captains from the best of them, so they get their own squads. I want to see squads of axedwarves, hammerdwarves and crossbowdwarves at the very least. Can you handle it?"
"I was born for this! Well, beside slaughtering gobbos!"
"And don't let those charge headfirst into battle like Axebane did!"
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"Dumat! Oh Doc! Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure Boss. What is it?"
"Its about Olon Diehorribly. Why is he walking? He should be resting."
"Naaaah. I sutured all his wounds and gave him herbs. He should be fine."
"His skull, hand and rib are smashed apart!"
"Relax man! He'll be fine!"
((So our Doc is a weedhead. Great.))
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"Hey Boss! Look Boss! I made an artifact!"
"Its a ... wooden amulet."

"Yuuup! Sure is! Isn't it awesome?! It menace with spikes of larch!"
"Okay.. I guess. Get back to work."
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"So Listast, did you engrave the crypt yet."
"Yep. And look what I engraved. Solon getting crushed. Right by his coffin."

"Thats exactly what the crypt needed, honey. Good work."

[rickvoid]

I sure know how to pick 'em.

Poor DiesHorribly.



Also, I wasn't worried. I figured he'd get in sooner or later.