Reudh here! We have migrants! Hooray!
A dwarf smoking some dried up plant waltzed up to the fort today.
"Name's Thanatos. I like 'ter smoke. I'd like to be a militia captain, please."
As Thanatos had no saleable skills otherwise, I drafted him into a squad I call "The Cigarette Smokers".
`Thanatos' Ral“nam has been quite content lately. He had a wonderful drink lately. He admired a fine Door lately. He had a nice bath recently. He has been satisfied at work lately.
He is an ardent worshipper of Tholest Bladedangers and a faithful worshipper of Limul.
He is a citizen of The Watchful Rags. He is a member of The Destined Beards of Laboring. He is the militia captain of The Destined Beards of Laboring. He arrived at Ralevost Mestthos on the 23rd of Slate in the year 17.
He has the appearance of somebody that is seventy-one years old and is one of the first of his kind.
He is short and muscular. His medium-length sideburns are braided. His very long moustache is arranged in double braids. His very long beard is arranged in double braids. His hair is clean-shaven. His nose is sharply hooked. His somewhat broad ears are free-lobed. His skin is dark tan. His eyes are brass.
He is almost never sick, quite durable and strong.
`Thanatos' Ral“nam likes chromite, brass, cinnamon grossular, green glass, yak leather, the color turquoise, spears, helms, scepters, anvils and reindeer for their large herds. When possible, he prefers to consume sunshine. He absolutely detests bats.
He has a great ability to focus and a lot of willpower, but he has an iffy memory, an iffy sense for music and a meager ability with social relationships.
He occasionally overindulges. He is willing to compromise with others. He is disorganized. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
Behind Thanatos walks in a proud dwarven lady. "I don't care what you put me to work as, as long as I get to break some necks!"
Right. I put the lady, "Ankareth", she tells me, in the same squad as Thanatos.
`Ankareth' Olinnokim has been quite content lately. She admired a fine Trap lately. She had a nice bath recently. She has been satisfied at work lately.
She is a worshipper of As…s and an ardent worshipper of As…s.
She is a citizen of The Watchful Rags. She is a member of The Destined Beards of Laboring. She arrived at Ralevost Mestthos on the 21st of Hematite in the year 16.
She has the appearance of somebody that is fifty-four years old and is one of the first of her kind.
She is short and not very strong. Her brass eyes are deeply sunken. Her head is extremely narrow. Her hair is straight. Her long hair is tied in a pony tail. Her hair is pale brown. Her skin is dark tan. Her nose is slightly upturned.
She is slow to tire, but she is weak.
`Ankareth' Olinnokim likes hornblende, electrum, clear zircon, ostrich leather, giant impala tooth, the color tan, earrings and goblets. When possible, she prefers to consume fly, mussel and tuber beer. She absolutely detests moon snails.
She has a natural ability with music and a good kinesthetic sense, but she has poor focus.
She is slow to anger. She often feels discouraged. She is somewhat reserved. She tends to avoid crowds. She loves to take charge and direct activities. She is guarded in relationships with others. She doesn't like to compromise with others. She is modest. She lacks confidence. She takes time when making decisions. She holds her breath when she's nervous. She needs alcohol to get through the working day. She does not mind being outdoors, at least for a time.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
An unhappy, nearly seditious looking dwarf follows behind Thanatos and Ankareth.
"Hi. I'm a mason. Name's Kaladin Anrizlokum Lorbamidash. You need masons, right? Thanks."
Turns out she was unhappy because she disliked the way things were done in an "other fort". Such a thing is an odd concept. Also, she has weird lines on her face, and walks with an odd gait? I think that's what 'old' is, but we've only been in existence for seventeen years.
`Kaladin Anrizlokum' Lorbamidash has been quite content lately. She was unable to find somebody in charge to yell at lately.
She is married to ZuntŒr Shakehammer and has three children: Sibrek Bridgeally, Logem Cobaltboats and Reg Paddlednourished. She is an ardent worshipper of Likot Ochrejade.
She is a former member of The Fleshy Wealth-Pillars. She is a former member of The Aqua Stake. She is a former member of The Golden Cult. She is an enemy of The Defended Dungeon. She is the former general of The Fleshy Wealth-Pillars.
She has the appearance of somebody that is one hundred ninety-four years old and is one of the first of her kind.
Her quite sparse hair is extremely long. She has a low voice. Her lips are thick. She is average in size. Her somewhat splayed out ears are extremely tall. Her slightly upturned nose is short. Her nose bridge is convex. Her eyebrows are quite long. Her hair is white. Her skin is sandy taupe. Her eyes are gold.
She is rarely sick.
She has poor analytical abilities and an iffy sense for music.
She can handle stress. She enjoys the company of others. She prefers stability and security to ambiguity and disorder. She is candid and sincere in dealings with others. She lacks confidence. She is disorganized. She often does the first thing that comes to mind. She gnaws her lips when she's annoyed. She scratches her ear whenever she's bored. She needs alcohol to get through the working day and really wants a drink. She does not mind being outdoors, at least for a time. She is a hardened individual.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
The last dwarf to enter the fort sprints in.
"DID I MISS THE MIGRANT WAVE?"
I tell him, "No, most certainly not!"
"BRILLIANT. THE ELVES STOPPED ME COMING HERE, I HAD TO KILL THEM. STUPID ELVES. (That's my name. STUPID ELVES.)"
As unhinged as he seems, he's nice enough. I let him in, as a hauler.
`StupidElves' Kenkubuk has been happy lately. He had a truly decadent drink lately. He has been satisfied at work lately. He admired own fine Cabinet lately. He admired a fine Table lately.
He is a casual worshipper of Aran and a worshipper of Tholest Bladedangers.
He is a citizen of The Watchful Rags. He is a member of The Destined Beards of Laboring. He arrived at Ralevost Mestthos on the 2nd of Slate in the year 15.
He has the appearance of somebody that is eighty years old and is one of the first of his kind.
He is short and fat. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is neatly combed. His medium-length hair is neatly combed. He has a jutting chin. His nose is narrow. His brass eyes are slightly wide-set. His dark tan skin is slightly wrinkled. His ears are slightly flattened.
He is very slow to tire, but he is slow to heal.
`StupidElves' Kenkubuk likes sphalerite, fine pewter, tsavorite, the color dark pink, gems, statues and catapult parts. When possible, he prefers to consume whip wine. He absolutely detests mosquitos.
He has a deep well of patience and a sharp intellect, but he has a little difficulty with words and little natural inclination toward music.
He almost never feels discouraged. He greatly appreciates art and natural beauty. He likes to try new things. He is willing to compromise with others. He is incredibly compassionate and feels the pain of others. He finds rules confining. He needs alcohol to get through the working day.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
A baby crawls around, lightly headbutting the nearby Noface. Playful little beggar, he is. One of the first generation to be born on this planet, and not come into being. Noface nearly trips over the little baby, flings his twin picks aside, narrowly missing Bhrian, and picks the little blighter up.
"Bllggghgdlhbglhl..." the baby dwarf burbles at him.
Noface holds the baby at arms length, looking at it curiously through his mask. I can't tell whether Noface adores him or wants to eat him.
"ARISTION! THERE YOU ARE!? I've been looking everywhere for you!"
The baby's mother stopped when she saw the masked dwarf sheepishly holding Aristion.
`Aristion' Oslanetost has been quite content lately.
He is the son of Edem Rockseven and Sarvesh Beachlashed. He is a worshipper of As…s.
He is a citizen of The Watchful Rags. He is a member of The Destined Beards of Laboring.
He is one year old, born on the 8th of Moonstone in the year 16.
He is skinny. His sideburns are clean-shaven. His very long moustache is neatly combed. His very long beard is neatly combed. His hair is clean-shaven. He has a very clear voice. His brass eyes are slightly rounded. His skin is dark tan.
He is very rarely sick and slow to tire.
`Aristion' Oslanetost likes galena, gold, variscite, giant hornbill leather, giant sperm whale tooth, gems and thrones. When possible, he prefers to consume black bear, strawberry wine and Longland flour. He absolutely detests hamsters.
He has very good intuition, but he has little linguistic ability and a large deficit of willpower.
He has a calm demeanor. He often feels discouraged. He is very comfortable in social situations. He is relaxed. He is rarely happy or enthusiastic. He tends not to openly express emotions. He is slow to trust others. He is willing to compromise with others. He is immodest. He is not easily moved to pity. He is self-disciplined. He is extremely cautious. He needs alcohol to get through the working day and really wants a drink.
A short, sturdy creature fond of drink and industry.
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