Granite 1
It's been five years and our numbers have swollen from seven to one hundred and twenty odd dwarves. My goal has never been closer but it has never been further away. I am not the man I was. I am tired, I am broken. Thoughts cause me terrible pain. But I will persist until I fall.
This is the second coming of Helmet, this is the beginning of the Kingdom of the Dead Gods. We are dwarves great and terrible and our wrath will be brought to bear. These homes offend. They are connected in a manner that reminds me too much of the old way. The great burrows where we slept in those dark days before our ingenuity gave rise to our salvation. They will tumble.
Murderfarmed what has become of you? Our wounded are numerous, our soldiers give terrible cries of exhaustion. I am a merciful lord and I grant them rest. We do not need their permanent vigillance, just their momentary sacrifice. It is easier to bury a corpse than halt a tantrum.
I am no longer the man I once was, my old life, my old clothes, my old home, I have outgrown them all. The top floors of the Temple are at present wasted space, they will become my quarters and office respectively.
I've ordered an end to the redundant activities of fishing and hunting, our food is too numerous already. Instead we will focus on construction. We must fortify, I have seen what comes.
Granite 5
Our military is dead. I have reassembled and reorganized it. Twenty of one hundred and twenty eight is to few. Our soldiers have been expanded from two squads to Five and I have renamed them to reflect our values. I do not think I have finished. Crossbows will be our latest project. Enough to arm everyone save the miners and woodcutters, if they can't defent themselves with their tools crossbows will not aid them. Most have no experience and I have not given them any orders to train. If the sight of a goblin lasher at dead run can't inspire them to learn the crossbow then I cannot persuade them otherwise.
My new quarters are being furnished and the bastard houses are being cannibalized for materials. There will be complaints but they will be quelled. One of the squads has been re-purposed into a peacekeeping force that I have dubbed The Inquisition. There's enough metal weaponry to outfit us as a melee squad and I'll order mass production of leather armor.
I personally lead it and I have staffed it with individuals whom I recognize as more or less trustworthy. Stardust, Flamey, Daruish, Sacha, Fishybang, Triaxx, Broken, Betelgeuse, and Argonnek. Nobody wanted to help at first but I looked Flamey dead in the eyes and gave an eleven minute long uninterrupted scream. They quickly picked up weapons and reported for duty.
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