*goes into a strange mood*
It's the first of Granite, 529 in Cloistersummit. 528 was a big, eventful year for Oddomkobel, my longest running fort at almost nine years. 527 saw the elevation of the fort to a barony, and in 528 it became a county. The Countess and Chief Medical Dwarf seems happy with her arrangement, but has a lust for aluminum that cannot be sated by this fort's limited means. Nevertheless, the Countess is a merciful Dwarfess, as evidenced by the light five day sentence she gave to one of her ungrateful inferiors.
In the spring of 528 Feb Likottorish came of age and was elected mayor at the tender age of 13. Feb undoubtedly rose to fame in Oddomkobel because of his creation of the partly misnamed masterpiece "Ultrawealths the Grooved Horn" he created several years previously, earning him the title of Legendary Bone Carver despite the badger bone short sword only being worth about four thousand dwarfbucks. Feb's youthful arrogance somewhat mitigates his artistic achievement, but these days he is more humble for all that he makes masterwork crafts out of the bones of forgotten beasts.
In 528 the Dwarves truly became the Lords of the Mountain. Oddomkobel endured three successive Goblin sieges this year, but each time the Goblins forces were manipulated by the Dwarves, who used their mastery of the mountain and the innate dim-wittedness of the Goblins to drop rocks on their heads by luring them into dark caves, trap significant portions of their armies, and rain crossbow bolts on their diminutive green heads from above. The Goblins, notwithstanding their inferior intellect, apparently learned the lesson of the siege of 526 when the Afflicted Spider's law giver made an appearance on the battlefield, and no longer ride terrible beast mounts into battle with the Dwarves: they know the mounts will simply be caged and sequestered deep in the mountain. Observing the Dwarven soldiers, you would think Oddomkobel an outpost of Smestreutes by the thin crescent on every chest, but it is only a sign of the Dwarven dual appreciation of both irony and fine craftsgoblinship.
The greatest dangers to the Dwarves in 528 came not from above but from below. A program of systematic neutralization of the terrible beasts in the deep met with mixed success: the squads never failed to kill a Forgotten Beast, but at times the beasts exuded terrible vapors from their gaping maws and their thickly running blood, and so many dwarves were tragically lost in their moments of victory. The beasts themselves proved both crafty and loathesome, for in one case they were able to psychically compel dwarves to open the gates to the Caverns, and in another case a flying insectoid beast apparently made its way into the bowels of the fort through fortifications carved in the Cavern walls. The incidents remain a mystery and the former mayor has denied any need to pursue a more thoroughgoing investigation.
Despite the optimistic outlook of the Dwarves, mystery and danger hover at the edge of their perception. Shortly before the final siege of 528 a lone human was found on the periphery of the County, apparently dead of exhaustion. The human's dress mark him as an official of Tapstrenmong, but no writings were found on his person and no humans followed. Was this human part of a caravan that was ambushed by the Goblins? What terrible fate befell this man? We may never know. The Forgotten Beasts, the ever present threat from below, have crowded into the Caverns, giving some Dwarves a sense of futility. It is suspected that these wily creatures are also responsible for stuffing a Nether Cap into the fort's plumbing, putting efforts to obtain obsidian on hold for months on end. Skeptical Dwarves have pointed out that if they could get out of the Caverns, the fell beasts would simply attack, but paranoia once unleashed cannot be leashed again.
*Nasikabatrachus has created Lugugraybis, a forum post!*
Wow, I got long-winded there. Huh.
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