Excerpt of the (sadly not photografic) memory of Elfszoon the Saegkin
So the glorious time of Charmcrafted began anno Elfszoonis. The fatal reign of the corrupted Exodus was set to an early end thanks to an intervention of Him. Thereafter, silence occupied our poor home. Numerous slaughters had to be dealt with and the people were in need for something they could trust in. In this time of sadness it was, that He entered the forts busyness as new elected Dwarfrector of Operations.
His first actions were not of great joy, either, but they had to be done and later the dwarfkind would unterstand the greater Good. A bigger purpose of the arena He ordered. Now it should not just entertain the plebs but set the dead to inner peace. From now on, every Goblin slain should present a tribute to our ancestors. He saw the unresting ghosts and although they did not interfere the labors yet, He knew the threat they formed.
After Sadness there had to be hope. He knew it. He adapted ancient plans and formed them to something a dwarf could look up to. In spring the construction started. A divine citadel right at the unused lava moat. The people heard. They understood. They believed. - Him
In summer an heretic He punished. Urist, possessed by Exodus the Vile, went beserk to destroy everything He ever accomplished. But His loyal lambs tasted His power and the traitor was struck down before more than two true believer could see their end. The people in love to their savior decided to build Him a meek shelter until His fortress would be finished.
Everyone was excited what year's end would bring.
[might be a bit sloppy but it's 3am and I wanted to get some narrative on to my turn, so you guys have something to stick with while I play the last few months the other day. Hope you enjoy.]