Fresh from battle, a few dwarves seem unhappy. A general malaise seems to sweep the army. Hans is grumpy about having to work.
But all that stops when I hear Dicer raise his axe, and proclaim loudly:
"MY SWEET AXE, I NAME YOU IMAZSALIR, or BELTADORES."
This seems to cheer everyone up a tot, as they all trump back indoors after a battle well fought.
I also order a dwarf to make a slab for the general Okol Tiklomnekol. He was a worthy opponent.
While Awl claims the kill, I am not so sure. The engraving always comes up with the correct one in the end, so we shall see.
I take a look at the upper levels of the fort's entrance. The bits I plan on extending to provide cover for us should ranged opponents attack.
Yes, that is goblin and troll arms and legs, up flying on the battlements. Truly our army is glorious.
I do it in Rose's name.
It is now summer, as Dauros picks up a bin to collect the strewn clothing.
I know Splint will be annoyed by this, but I remove one of his ornamental titles, that being of the Manager, and appoint Meng Limulnakas, one of the few dwarves who know how to organise things who aren't already in industry.
Paintbrushturkey starts cooing at his iron shield. Weird, but apparently it's a Spearbreakers Tradition.
A dwarf called Talvi stops screeching about cavies long enough to begin the slab to Okol, the general, so that we may learn who truly did the killing blow. Talvi's oddly... endearing. She has not a hair on Rose though. Seems nearly everyone in the fort loves the oddly-childlike Talvieno dearly.
Talvi finishes the slab. How she got this information, I do not know. But, it was not Awl that killed Okol, it was Jack Magnus. I must congratulate him.
I hear a few dwarves whispering. Aseaheru has been missing for a week...?
I assumed he had moved from where he had been; he was perfectly capable of doing so. It seems he died of thirst at the bottom of the dodge trap.