Journal of Mate the 888th, Overseer of DoomforestsThe losf farmer is starving, and gets herself deeper and deeper into the caverns, in hopes of finding a small animal or a crundle to eat.
I think we should just resign her fate and let her starve to death in the caverns. I don't know how to tell her husband, Shortshanks (that'd be you, Iamblichos).
In slightly less depressing news, the first level of the cathedral has been fully smoothed! Now we only have to smooth it and furnish it!
Armok almighty, what am I doing with my life!?
Back to the horrible news, we found another dwarf, this time a miner, stuck in the caverns. Luckily we found him closer to the fort, so if he stays there, we'll be able to save him. I'll call a dwarf who calls himself 42 (weird name, ain't it?) to remove the floor that separates the stranded miner from the fortress.
Aaaaand back to the great news, once again confirming the bipolar nature of the gods or wichever force runs this fortress, we have a new inhabitant between us!
Now, back to furnishing the temple...
I... Don't know why... But I feel like if time was running slower than it should while I engrave masterpieces in the Cathedral... Maybe it's just me?
While time runs so ludicrously slow and elk birds revert into wild states, I decide to look at the archives to see how many forgotten beasts have perished in the domains of our fort.
I feel so proud about this place right now.
((OOC: I don't know if my 4 weeks (2 for 1062 and 2 for 1063) or if I still have some time, but I think I'll not be able to finish this year anyway. Please tell me if my time is over and I'll post the save.))
IC: The jails on the lower part of the fort are empty, save for the caged troll and the vampire Ber, who is singing
an old dwarven pub song.TechnoXan strolls slowly down the stairs into the jails, where he is met by a furios Mate the 888th, guarded by two zealots armed with spears.
-What are you doing here you disgraceful sod?! Come to spill your blood for Armok?
-No. You monster. I have come to put an end to your senseless killing.
-Oh and how are you going to do that? We're are your precious Crundles now?!
-I have come to negotia--
-What!? After all you've done to us!? We'd rather die! Even better, we'd rather have you all wiped out!
-No. You stop the killing and loosen your tyrannical stranglehold on Doomforests or, you and this whole fort die!
TechnoXan brings his Magmatica device to bear on his hated enemy.
-What the fuck is this, Crundleshagger? Am I suppoused to tremble in fear because of that little toy of yours?
-My army of Crundles and acolytes will swarm the fort from the inside while releasing trained Trolls, Ogres, and Troglodytes around Doomforests. We will lose. But many will die. What's your move, coward?
-I SHOULD KILL YOU NOW, YOU HERETICAL BASTARD!
He stops.
-But... I'd rather not. Armok should decide your destiny.
-How?
-Well... I'll tell my zealots to throw you into the magma. If you live, it will be a proof that he wants you to live, and I'll obey your wishes. If, on the contrary, you instantly melt in the flaming molten stone, it'll be a proof that Armok despises you, and we'll wipe you out. Now, guards, carry this heretic into the magma bridge!
In the exact moment that the soldiers get near to TechnoXan, a noise, similar to that of an explosion, comes from the caverns, shaking the ground. Taking advantage of the confusion, TechnoXan pushes one of the zealots into Mate and runs up the stairs and into the caverns.
-YOU BASTARD! COME BACK HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU! YOU--
One of the guards grabs Mate by the shoulder.
-Your Holiness... Maybe you should not act so abruptly.
-WHAT!?
-The army is weak, lacking any proper leaders like your emergency heir was. We should not risk it, otherwise those psychopaths would start killing innocent dwarves. We don't know how many of them are there, we don't even know who they are, we can't fight them and win without heavy losses. And we can't afford loosing any more dwarves. Maybe you should...
-What? Stop making sacrifices to our creator, stop worshipping Armok?
-No, no, nobody said anything about loosing our faith or allowing democracy to exist... But maybe... Stop sacrificing crundles? I mean... They are no worthy sacrifice to the god of blood, we should give him better creatures, like troglodytes, elk birds and toads. All of them are more intelligent and useful than the crundles anyway.
-Yes... Maybe you are right... I'll think about it.
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