As one of the dwarwes walks out to see where all this ruckus on a peaceful day of spring is coming from he suddenly hears "Its raining beer! Halelujah! Its raining beer!.. " and so on. The fisherdwarwes having set up their nets and lines are enjoying the sun. And beer.
Quite a lot of migrants arrived to the sacred land where beer flows! We have jumped from 17 to 41 people!
Now to work you lazy bums!
Excerpt from a book of some Godlysockpuppet:
As i was walking to get some fresh mountain air on 1st of Slate on 114 is saw it.
Something shining in the entrance of the fort.Something suggesting the shape of a wardrobe.
And in all that shining two red pinpoints.As it came close to me i got a better look at it:
A huge "man" of brass with muscles like watermelons, hands like grain mills.And as that was not enough he has a hammer.
The sort of hammer that looks like if it would slip and fall it would make me into a working item for the tannery.
Very close but just a bit infront of it is Astesh Banik its master.
She looks very small and weak even for a dwarf but the in the presence of the golem that does not seem like a problem.
End of excerpt.
Zack! How could you do this to us! You and your smelly carps! Youll bleed on the end of armoks holy spear!
Astesh you too! *Screams of pain* The golem! The golem!
Suddenly 6 dwarwes pounce on Astesh. Screams of rage and pain come from the ball of fury but Astesh is no War savant.
She dies. The golems eyes suddenly change from red to green and finnaly to blue.
On 7th of slate the foolish cultists have been struck down.
The one named Tomio quickly surveys the pile of things best left undescribed. He steps in something mushy and oozing red liquid.
Now were at 36 people. There are bound to be less after the medical work. A few animals are gone.