9th HematiteUzol, the leader of the ranger's Marksdwarf squad, stood atop a chair in the dining room.
"I have decided that this fortress is in need of the strong hand of
justice." He bellowed out at the assembled dwarves. "Too many deaths have happened here since the founding of this place, and while the past few months have been quiet who knows what plots are being hatched?"
There was a murrmuring of agreement throughout the crowd.
"To that end, I and my squad have decided to become the new Fortress Guard! We will dedicate ourselves to protecting you fine dwarves from any threats, inside or out!"
A few cheers, and a lot of excited conversations bubbled up from the crowd.
"Hmmm. Seems...odd, that he'd make such a decision by himself. Especially so soon after joining us." Mephansteras muttered to Shakerag
"Yeah, I don't trust it. But a lot of people seem to be backing him on this." Shakerag looked around the room.
"Guess we'll just have to watch and see. Maybe he's genuine about all this."
"We can only hope."
13th HematiteA caravan of Human traders, wagons laden down with goods, arrives a few hours after dawn.
Toaster hurries about, ordering dwarves to bring the trade bins up to the depot as he welcomes the humans.
Eventually a bargain is struck, and a frazzled Toaster sits down in the dining hall.
"So, what did you get us?" Mephansteras asked, sitting down next to him.
"Oh, some more metals, wood. More booze, so we have some variety, as well as some cloth and leather. Should tide us over for a while."
"Did you get the anvils I asked for?"
"Oh, yeah. Two iron anvils. Expanding the magma forges, huh?"
"Yeah, we have more projects than we can manage right now with the single forge. "
"Ah. Well, glad to help. But we'll need more trade goods. They took most of what he had available."
"Humph. Well, we'll get more made before the dwarven caravans arrive this fall." Mephansteras knocked back a mug of some beer or other the humans had brought. "Huh. Not that bad, actually."
28th Hematite"Hello the Fortress!" cried out a voice from the east. More migrants had arrived, mostly animal trainers and farmers.
"More of them??" Jim Groovester gave the group of migrants a dirty look.
"You can't expect dwarves to resist the lure of gold, can you?" Asked Persus.
"Well, hope they like hard work. That's all anyone around here is getting these days."
"Huh. Well, what is a dwarf without work?"
"Can't argue that, I suppose." Muttered Jim, slinging her latest baby over her shoulder. "Ah, well. More hands, I guess."
1st Malachite"Look," said Zan, "We just can't have a mayor who's crazy."
"Crazy!?" shouted 4maskwolf. "Who's crazy?"
"YOU! You're crazy! Saying you're 4maskwolf! That dwarf is dead! You can't be them!"
"But I am. I came back. It's simple."
"See!?" Zan waved his arms around at the gathered dwarves. "Who do you want as mayor? A good solid dwarf, or one who thinks they're possessed by the dead?"
"Election! Call an election!" Cried out a voice in the crowd.
"Ok, ok. Toaster, get the tally sheet. We'll hold elections." Mephansteras held up his hands to placate the crowd.
A while later, Toaster stood before the group. "It is clear. Zan in our new Mayor!"
Mephansteras put his hand on 4maskwolf's shoulder. "Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to have to give your quarters over to the new mayor."
"Urrrgh." 4maskwolf strode away, not even looking back at the celebrating Zan and his followers.
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