9th of Slate
Blessed be Armok!
Fodder for the trolls! Er… migrants!
22 of them. If anyone wants redorfing now is the time. This amount of content forumites is not gonna happen again!
Anyway, back to business.
With the arrival of the new forumites we have now bolstered our numbers to 53. Herding the new arrivals inside I call down into the halls below. “Close the bridge” With that, the newly made bridge rose into the air and sealed us off from outside. We need time to lick our many wounds. I only hope that fate will be kind and that the wounds can be healed at all.
As the bridge sealed us in but hopefully didn’t seal our fate, the vampire which had been demanding silk decided to just toss in the towel and go bonkers instead. Great. But in the end he went down laughing.
24th of Slate
I have just been informed that the sources I had been looking at to verify the death of the vampire were slightly wrong. He did not in fact go down laughing. In fact, by all accounts he was pretty unhappy, cursing his killers. My mistake was where I read that he was struck down with lulz. On closer inspection…
He was butchered by the butcher. Fitting.
The men complain of hearing an oozing sound within the deeps. I disregard these reports as all know well that there is nothing in the deeps that could be heard through the solid rock. I’ve gotta reduce their ale rations…I have included an example of one such report. They even made up fake names for it!
Ha! Fanciful tales. Anyway. As I was supervising the drafting of some more farmers to tend the fields I noticed an absurd amount of bodies in the refuse stockpile. Wrinkling my nose, I ordered an extension to the graveyard and more coffins built. I have also ordered memorials for those fallen whose bodies still rot outside.
25th Felsite
Today the horrible screams of trolls were again heard within the halls. A siege engineer, forgotten in the stampede to get through the soon-to-close gate and left outside, stumbled upon them whilst drinking from the river.
His sacrifice for warning us will be remembered: mugs of ale were raised in his honour that night.
The mood is upon me...running to a desk I call out for PEN! INK! PAPER! Armok has sent down his divine ruling...must...write...
The Sealing of Necrothreat
In Necrothreat beneath the moon
The Trolls do roar and zombies rule.
But Forumites will pour forth soon
From their mountains so deep and cool
The river twists and turns in blood
And trees struggle to beat the rot
Which chokes the fair forested wood
Where small animals curse their lot.
A grave wound can heal with some time,
A crop will grow when winter ends;
But can the Necrothreaders’ crime
Be fixed before our land it rends.
In Necrothreat beneath the moon
The Trolls do roar and zombies rule.
But Forumites will pour forth soon
From their mountains so deep and cool
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I won't pretend that the poem is any good, but when I was sealing in Necrothreat I had an idea and went with it.
For those wanting redorfing the only named dorfs left are:
me
NAV, who recovered from his wounds and is now brewing again
Maximus !FUN!
Timeless Bob
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