Nish, the expedition leader, rose to the position of king in 1051. Distraught with his new-found self-awareness, he quickly threw a fit once he discovered what a hellhole he had been living in for one year.
"No chairs?! No tables?! NO ONE HAS EVEN THOUGHT OF MY TOMB?!" he was said to have shouted when he brutally murdered two dwarves.
"Dude, calm down, we're working on a very important wall and pavement operation and if you don't haul that huge pile of wood then we'll be sitting ducks when the goblins come," the Overseer calmly exposited.
Not that it mattered though. King Nish's bloodlust had already filled him with ecstasy, which overpowered any depressing thoughts. Although the fort now lacked a metalworker and cook, migrants quickly filled the empty shoes. Why they would come here, no one knew but themselves. There were no people-pulling features, the trade caravan spent a whole season in the woods watching a wall get built and the booze was the same old crap as usual. Heck, the Flag of Sacrifice was pretty much dead. Perhaps this fort was the only bright hope left in a world ravaged by goblins and dragons and mostly dragons.
But it was all for naught for poor old King Nish. A mandate had passed the deadline unfinished.
"Three pieces of leather armor. That's all I asked of you good-fer-nothing peasants! How hard can it be?! You even have a designated leatherworker, all the workshops are built and everything!" Nish berated.
"One, there's a siege behind the walls - you're welcome by the way - and two, we don't have any animals to get leather from. So shut your mouth and get back to carpenting and hauling." the Overseer retorted.
Sigh as he might - depressingly as he was heavily prone to depression - poor old King Nish went on to put Miner Alåth's imprisonment on the to-do-but-most-likely-won't-get-finished list along with his residence and tomb. He continuously nagged on about it, though, but was always given a half-ass excuse about the common citizen's needs such as bedrooms and dining hall. Not to mention the extension of the wall defenses.
Months passed by and the bedrooms and dining hall were still not finished.
"Enough with the stalling! Where are my royal quarters and mausoleum!?" - Nish shouted.
"It's carved out beneath the bedrooms," the Overseer stated plainly.
"Carved out? CARVED OUT?! DO YOU EXPECT ME TO LIVE IN SUCH HOLOCAUSTAL CONDITIONS?!"
"I have two stone detailers. They're busy smoothing the bedrooms and dining hall."
"BUSY?! YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY PREVENTING JUSTICE! YOU'RE ALWAYS BUSY WITH NEVER GIVING ME MY EARNEST DUE!"
"We just finished two of your annoying demands already. Stop being so dramatic."
"I'LL SHOW YOU DRAMATIC!"
And so, battle axe in hand, poor old depressed King Nish chopped his lover in half, punched several others and plunged the fort into a tantrum spiral.
He didn't live long. And I'm ecstatic.
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