Eighth Actions
[12] The rain gets lighter, and the dwarves grow accustomed. No more penalties, for now.
[6] Bjolf flexes in a DWARVEN way, and strikes a pose. Then he goes out to find some seeds. What luck! He finds a bag of rope reed seeds, hidden under an rotted elven leg, in the muck. Wait. Elven leg?
[2] Thanen again tries to make a crossbow, but again an inner voice speaks up. 'Wooden weapons, boy? WHAT KIND OF DWARF ARE YOU!'. He sets down the log in disgust.
[5] Tholtig stares at the miner fiercely, and the miner starts working again, carving out a meeting room.
[6+1] Kivish looks at the Brewery. He should, nay, he MUST finish it. He grabs a log, and raises it to the heavens. The sky itself parts, and sunlight shines past, illuminating him. The other dwarves can only stop and stare, and Kivish bellows to the gods themselves. "THIS DWARF WILL HAVE HIS BOOZE TODAY!" He drives the log into the ground, and strokes his beard, as the earth begins to shake. Then, he strikes the log with his fist.
[20] This is an Artifact Brewery... Wait, what? All craftsdwarfship is of the absolute highest quality. It is made of Willow. It menaces with spikes of Willow. It is decorated with hanging bands of Willow. Armok himself has blessed this Brewery, and, once a day, it can create a barrel of *Sacred Blood Booze*. Strange mechanisms on the bottom allow the Brewery to be moved. Engraved on the Brewery is an image of Kivish striking down logic with a terrible, beautiful laugh.
This round's spoils
Found: Six Tower-cap Logs, One Tower-cap Chest..
Mined:
Logged: Two Willow Logs.
Hunted: One dead Yak. (Still in the air. Will land next turn). One Dead Giant Swamp Scorpion. One dead Dwarf.
Wagon: One bag of Plump Helmets Eaten!
Crafted: xWillow Bedx, Willow Bed, 'Blooddrunk' Artifact Portable Brewery